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Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Emptiness

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Michael Humbert

I got to wondering the other day,
I wondered if you still have my t-shirts,
Do they still smell like me?
Do they smell like cologne, youth and regret?

I’ve gotten older, but clearly haven’t gotten smarter,
I clearly haven’t learned to avoid touching stoves
Or walking in traffic
Or poking beehives

**** your institutions,
**** your distance,
And **** your rules,
Because this heart couldn’t care less

The heart wants what the heart wants,
And what the heart wants is to **** me,
It wants to turn the clocks back,
It wants to be less of an *******,
It wants anything but this emptiness,
Anything at all but this…

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Tis The Season Of The Crazies,

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Poetic T

Tis The Season Of The Crazies,

Tis the season of the crazies,
They cling to the rope of madness and swing,
Back and forth
Forth and back
Laughing as life drains away
And there lips turn black.

Tis the season of the crazies,
See them run,
Sharp objects ever facing forward
As spoken words echo through the halls,
"Run o little one"
"For the blade needs to be sharpened"
"Upon flesh, blood and bone"
As blood spills like a river bursting its banks
He writes on the wall, fingers painting
CLEAN ME, I'M *****,
Then joyfully skips down the hall.

Tis the season of the crazies,
They swarm in a ballroom of white
As a ball of silver descends and the
Shimmer of light perforates its shell.
Like moths around a flame,
Maddening randomness, clambering
Jackets of buckles and white.
They stomp on each flicker, till all
Is silent and one figure stands stained
In red as the lights flicker on and
Incoherent ranting spills as he scratches
At the patches that alternate between ground, wall and floor.

*"Tis The season Of the Crazies, come and play"

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

r's poetica

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

r

r's poetica

I thirst in my search
for words
that came first

in verse and in song
what's been here all along

since Peking (wo)Man
singing in the womb
at Zhoukoudian

when the first moon climbed
above branches frozen in time -

our rhythm and rhyme -
a memory of a memory
of the history

of how a poem came to be.

r ~ 3/21/15
My apologies to the great poet Archibald MacLeish (1892 - 1982)

#arspoetica #macleish #horace

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

We Say His Name

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Francie Lynch

We Say His Name

There was a young lad
Lived next door
In his parents' basement.
We saw the flicker
Of his screen
Through his curtain window.
He had two jobs,
A license too,
But drove their car
As they had two.
He wasn't one to get out much,
He hadn't many visitors,
He seemed out of touch.
In school he wasn't a head banger,
He presented his doppelganger.
Secretly he worked his game,
Perfected it to bring him fame.
Now everyone says his name.

#genius #techwizards

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Prisoner

Apr 2015 DaRk IcE

Musfiq us shaleheen

Prisoner

~
Can't catch
Can't hold to touch
Only feelings,
Frequently restless the shadows
As the Autumn mystic smoke
On the horizon

Haze gray evening
Her quietly solo soul in the shadows
Cast the net at electrocute
In my mind's wave

I have caught behind
Fight to hold dreams again upon
A flash of red, blue, violet light to play
Dreams, love
Swinging, dancing

Can't catch
Can't hold to touch
Only feelings,
Repeatedly would get the mind
On reverse page of the rules of time

I'm a prisoner
My prison walls cut through the sky,
Move towards the Seventh Sky
Can only be released in God!
~

#love #dream #spiritual #mystic