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                                                       ( let us not be judgemental )

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She's sad !

( she wants to die )                                                      

But

                                         Let us not be judgemental

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I just read a poem about accepting others

Gays
Transgenders
Etc

it was quite lovely

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( and hence ---- this poem )

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let the sweet juices flow

( she's looking for a guy /// actually

As per the above --- it could be a girl ///

By guy fits into the rhymme scheme better

So we' ll stick with guy )

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Let the sweet juices flow

She's lookin for a guy

That is all she sees

It's all she thinks she needs

Just another boy

///

She's looking to create

A ****** -like fantasy

//

An ****** - like fantasy

( just like you and me )

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It's a special kind of beauty

Seeing a young girl cry

//

Titillates our senses

( drops of blood a rollin cross our minds )

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The innocent ****

Walks down the street

I watch you watch

I see what you see

I see what you are trying to create

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( but

I'm not judgemental  ! )


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Though I'm not sure who is the ****

The girl or the rest of us watching

//

But

All are innocent

For we mustn't be judgemental
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Softly

She fell to the ground                                                            

But no one cared

                                             ( she was a real girl )

:;

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she wrote no poems about pretending to

" be in love "

She was a real girl who loved


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Oh shadows

Can you be asked once again

To hide our shame !

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the rain and the winds

//

The purity

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A real
Love

That doesn't cry
/"                                                            


what is .... " love  ? "

//

" love " is a word we use around here

Because it is prone to

Ornate and flowery depictions

That

Though they have no substance

Are useful in covering up the fact

Of our useless and meaningless

Existence

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I LOVE YOU !

I AM TRYING TO HEAL YOU !

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PLEASE DONT GO AWAY !!
My mentor spoke to me of two rivals,
Once, they had been friends in some distant past.
But the years have eaten their love and made grudges manifest.
|The two shattered into broken glass

To my wise master I asked only one,
One question... In all my range.
One question I asked:
“What changed?”

In the outskirts, at the home of my daughter
Where you can stare at the stars or passing cars
None more brighter than the other,
We share memories of my grandmother.
In the photographs, she looks so much younger.
Not frail, but a fighter, lover and saintly|

To me, she asks plainly,
One question, and one question only.
Sifting through the ages of years past:
“What Changed?”

At the kitchen table, feeling inadequate,
My lover screaming and frustrated,
I recall memories when we had been intimate.
Times when movement was made for desire and not duty
|A calendar of nights left in confused abstinence

I interrupt.
She delays rage.
I beg,
“What Changed?”

_

In the last few hours of night
The dawn reaches me at last.
I had locked moments-
Literal seconds of time as the truth.
But it was always changing
In flux and morphing.
Turning into something new
Just for a moment, and then on again
“What Changed?”
Everything.
Always.
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god created the 12 tribes

Then incarnated as Jesus Christ

But if you would

Please

Take my advice

And believe

Ain't no one like my lover Steve

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we make love proudly on the sand

( all the children gather round. )

with ***** in hand or in our mouths

( pure love's greatest image found )

For everyone to see

Me and my lover Steve !



and as these loveless  times proceed

and all these broken hearts are seen

How well served then you would be

If you would believe

That no greater love exists

Than that between me and Steve
Day two and you tell me you love me. And I crave the words so bad that for a second I let them wash over me like it's reality.
But actually, you're just some tool.
But actually, you're not.

Where people use words like alcoholic and *******, I use words like healing and hurt. Too curious about a world that keeps burning you when you reach out the touch it.

I don't see this scary person that you warned me away from. But I see someone I relate to, someone I can easily speak my mind to. Someone who may just be in as much pain as I am but unable to admit it without metaphor.

I've never seen someone write that beautifully and hurt someone else.
Justin, tell me you hate creative people again
 Jul 2015 Jack Gladstone
Urmila
Too pure to be touched,
Too fragile to be loved,
Too perfect to be desired,
Too good to be true
...**you
You were too much, and you thought I was too little
You can’t really picture the place.  
You don’t recall who was there.

But you remember surprise
That human ashes are not powdery dust,
Apt to disintegrate like snow,
Or soft like bread cast upon the waters.

Dad’s ashes chafed your palms like jagged seeds
As you clutched fistfuls from a plastic purple box
And flung them down a hillside
Somewhere in Little Cottonwood Canyon.

And you remember the feeling of urgency
As you retreated up the hill.
You had motions to go through,
Space to occupy,
A black and white landscape to walk
Among small figures filing along a dirt track
In the airless September heat.
the women of the past keep
phoning.
there was another yesterday
arrived from out of
state.
she wanted to see
me.
I told her
"no."

I don't want to see
them,
I won't see them.
it would be
awkward
gruesome and
useless.

I know some people who can
watch the same movie
more than
once.

not me.
once I know the
plot
once I know the
ending
whether it's happy or
unhappy or
just plain
dumb,
then

for me
that movie is
finished
forever
and that's why
I refuse
to let
any of my
old movies play
over and over again
for
years.
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