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Choosing sides
   Caught in the middle
         It’s about that time
              To just choose
                  To be on your own side
We all can look at the same tangible object or picture
Yet we both see something completely different
Who is wrong?
Who is right?
Do we truly understand the beauty in which we both see?
Do we argue about who is right?

Just because we all don’t agree or we have are own opinions
Doesn’t mean we all can’t get along
Understanding everyone’s point of view
We all cry
Droplets of tears
That fall down our cheeks
Landing straight in our hands
Leaving an imprint on our hearts
Bottle up the emotions that fell from your eyes
Then you can look back years from now
You’ll be surprised
How many tears you’ve cried throughout the years
Making stronger of a person
Just by capturing your tears..
Just a thought ??
Happiness is all around
Time can be turned upside down
Love is everlasting space
When I’m within your warm embrace
To have and hold your heart forever
Since the day we said “I Do”
My life has been tremendously better
A poem I wrote back in high school but added and changed a bit to for my life now.
Pain
Is
Temporary

Love
Is
Always
I know why the caged bird sings.

It's not because his song
is as vibrant
as his feathers, that he plucks away
each day because he doesn't
feel beautiful.

It's not because of the majesty
that exist in the freedom
of being able to spread his wings
though he knows
he'll never rise to the occasion.

He sings because he believes
that this cage
was made for a king
because he has never tasted
freedom with a side order of skies.

He's never flown past the sun
on a cool morning
or hung with the moon
on a warm night.

He's only ever known
the comfort of a prison
that his thoughts have
become accustomed
to calling home.

He would never venture
beyond the "welcome" mat
because what's beyond the threshold
holds no promise
the way these bars and metal locks do.

He sings because he knows
that no one is listening
so if he makes a mistake
he doesn't have to live with the regret
or embarrassment of knowing that he missed his note.

The caged bird
never believes that he's caged
because behind these walls
he's safe
and he prefers it this way.

I know why the caged bird sings.
A twist on a title by one of my favorite authors...
I pray that may the sacred muses of *****
purge my soul of these malignant spirits:
a cartoon man has cursed the American earth;
O holy panderer & pederast who built
a financial empire in a world of mental
confusion where children
would be ever confused
by cartoons coming to life & the people
who don't exist being portrayed by purebred
people who are nothing like what they portray;
non-profit junkies & skanks & lantern flies
gush out of the fascist *** of corporate lanterns
marching rows of red, white & blue American
suffocating w/ the malignant unchristian spirit
with pagan cliches witchcraft of goth rituals;
brunettes broadcasting their line worldwide
confusing the feral children
with guns who grow up to go off to fight wars;
killing each other in rage as the corporate private
profits continue to rise & there is no room at the inn
for anyone & there the grapes & bees become
extinct so whole contours of bonfires of tires turned
to furnaces & ovens don't incinerate the dead
wholly so parts remain to be buried of course
it doesn't work out that wasted
way every day, it never does & never did.
so says the ancient writing of days of the daylight
host holy manna raining down
on the prophet's head like the shapely young girls
in their sunlit gowns that are spiritual crystal
butterflies of my own making & design
Down down down under the sea
There, right there, amongst the waters and the sands
A mermaid of unimaginable beauty fled her homeland

An eye for an eye, heart for heart, two lovers wouldn't be torn apart
To join a man above the waves, a precious treasure, she gave
This impossible trade the mermaid made?
She gave her tongue for legs so she might walk by his side
In a world with words she couldn't speak, lived the mute bride

~~~

She lived with bubbles beneath her tongue
and the sound of ocean in her ears
And yet, despite her rightful bloodline
A desert is where she'd spent her years

The hair of a siren, with a voice like their song
but the legs of a woman.. it was wrong, so wrong
Her exotic, other-wordly looks, a sailor boy found striking
And his familiar scent of salty breeze gave her a liking


Trailing calloused fingers through silky siren strands
The sailor murmurs to his lover, "What would you do for me?"

"I would leave my homeland"


The tang on his skin of a home she's never seen, erase her troubles
Giggling sweetly, she asks him, "And for me, my sweet, love?"

He could pop her bubbles
 Apr 2018 Jeff Gaines
laura
tokyo
 Apr 2018 Jeff Gaines
laura
started wearing surgical face masks
in public to hide zits
i dig the tiny apartments and the drift
of tokyo skylines
i dig the anonymity, paper thin walls
you can hear a neighbor
playing his guitar
sometimes i wish i could fly back
and live there forever
quit living with an abusive boyfriend
but he rich tho
hope he crashes his bike tho
 Apr 2018 Jeff Gaines
laura
vain fluff, temporary garbage
954 pieces of trash is too much
to pick up

let the most dazzling of sunlight
and cool shade get along in peace
let the blue fat flies settle on the miles
of back alleyways full of dumpsters

veiled threats from anonymous faces
who are apparently experts in poetry
let it all rot under a gibbous moon
do others here get trolls sending mean
messages and comments? or is it just me :(
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