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 Aug 2012 Joseph Yzrael
TD Rucker
Soft and ivory
Her skin excited me
Her eyes aglow with light and life
Unknowingly seducing a beast
Thoughts not caring in the least
a feast of Passion and of flesh
my mind refusing to rest
My  heart is racing
My  feet are chasing
Under the lamp posts
I'm getting close
She has been caught
and is all I want.
Her eyes are filled with fear
whispering sweet ending in her ear
as her lips grasp for air
one last moment we share
struggle
power
force
silence
water
splashing on the banks of this urban river

another tropical rain
storm

puddles of rainbows
by the auto shop

foil fossils
plastic skeletons
trash cadavers
block the concrete mouths

gaping, open, waiting.


children's hands
bowls of chocolate liquid
thrown, given, shared

gifts of laughter and disease.

mosaic of colored umbrellas
limping
open
close.

rubber slippers
flopping
running
slide.

there is no shelter
there is only rain.
I am intrigued...
who are you?
I say to the boy
with the eyes screaming
"save me"

his smile smelling of dead things
and boiling tar

what are you?
and he laughs
a sound like the quiet echo of a raindrop in nowhere.
this has been in my drafts folder for a while and I don't know what to add to it....still editing...
 Jan 2012 Joseph Yzrael
fugyadzi
I will never forget your bitter breath
or your clouded eyes.
the fabric of black
and your dark warmth
will always be with me.
but your smile and words,
what are they?
I stand lost.
maybe I should forget.
Life is a system of matter
Sustaining your ego and bladder
But what of the consciousness held in your head?
Something of virtue, or something to dread?
A little of both
My mind most certainly thinks
A gift from the heavens
Is something with links

Links to our nature
Links to our mind
Links back in time
Are what make us think
So don't fool yourself
With lies told abroad
Science is of virtue
And surely no fraud
So don't speak so quickly
Be faster to think
Rejection of old thoughts
Beliefs held abroad
Is where one must start
To learn of his God

Forget those religions
You learned in your schools
Of churches
Of fools
All held down beneath
Their skull
They fear
What they know to be near
The lies of their past
Safely guard them to last

So I pray you begin
The longest of journeys within
But take heed, friend
Of the lies you'll find
Instead, think within
Your mind and your heart
Just don't forget to begin
The journey within
i have seen
some pull
an extraordinary weight
just to seem
simple.
What Now, C. R. C., 2010
Pinch. Crackle-burn. Crack.
Creep-catch. Fire:Wind, who know
you two were good friends.
A Day in the Life of A Day..., The C.R.C. 2012
I wish I was happier
Then maybe I'd be normal
Or is it
If I were more normal,
I'd be happier
?
After the wind lifts the beggar
From his bed of trash
And blows to the empty pubs
At the road's end
There exists only the silence
Of the world before dawn
And the solitude of trees.

Handel on the set mysteriously
Recalls to me the long
Hot nights of childhood spent
In malarial slums
In the midst of potent shrines
At the edge of great seas.

Dreams of the past sing
With voices of the future.
And now the world is assaulted
With a sweetness it doesn't deserve
Flowers sing with the voices of absent bees
The air swells with the vibrant
Solitude of trees who nightly
Whisper of re-invading the world.

But the night bends the trees
Into my dreams
And the stars fall with their fruits
Into my lonely world-burnt hands.
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Source:
http://www.universeofpoetry.org/nigeria.shtml
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