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The divinity of art
hiding in the folds
Draping o’er the multitudes
placing time on hold  

Its pristine encumbrance
so gently it calls
Speaking to our purity
transcending the small

The divinity of art  
in all of its forms
Its music seeks to woo us
its canvas adorns

And once it gains entry
our emptiness hides
Eternity surrenders  
—and Heaven presides

(The New Room: May, 2023)
  Jun 2023 Carlo C Gomez
Eshwara Prasad
How long can you go without anyone?
Rise up from time to time to admire the world's poetic beauty.
  Jun 2023 Carlo C Gomez
Michael Murphy
Standing at the ******
I really gotta go

Starting to get ******
Cause I ain't got no flow

I feel the eyes upon me
The pressure starts to mount

A line of guys behind me
More than I can count

If only I were younger
I could **** a hole through steel

Now I just go drip, drip, drip
Seriously what's the deal

My prostate's like a grapefruit
I go five times a night

I haven't slept in fifteen years
It really kind of bites

When I close my eyes the final time
The biggest gift for me

Is when I get to heaven
I won't have to ***
  Jun 2023 Carlo C Gomez
ryn
A flow so eloquent,

it almost explains the reasons

behind unspoken meanings

and blaring untruths.

A voice for the mysteries of my universe.

Even though it trips in gait,

and speaks in babbles.
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