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 Oct 2016 KeithM
Pax
I am not in pain
but I’m standing in the hard rain.
The wetness makes my feet numb
I succumb to be dumb
a foolish playfulness
hiding my crudeness
-  I roam around in happy commotion
                                 A complete illusion.
The eye of the storm will come my way, someday
I hope not too soon, but in the distant future
For I am not prepared on the messiness it harbors in its back
The harsh judgments that will pour heavily on my shoulders
Then flowing water will flood my sane world
I need my time to organize
My mental, emotional and physical stability
To stand the outburst of the tempest.

© Pax 2013
 Oct 2016 KeithM
Paul Butters
A poem can be a statement,
A poem can be a song.
It can be a piece of music,
Playing all night long.

First we have to go up,
Then we must go down.
Then we have to go all around
To find this ****** town.

Poetry is music,
Singing us a song.
Any way you choose it,
Bing, bang, ****.

Assonant sounds assemble,
Alliteration lilts our lyres.
Raps and rhymes are pulsing,
Kindling all those fires.

An orchestra is playing
On this very page.
Letters and words are strumming:
It’s a Golden Age.

Choirs of Angels Singing,
Guitars with a twang.
Ear that piano playing,
This may or may not scan.

If a pawn’s the soul of chess,
As Philidor did say,
Then letters and the sounds they show
Are what brighten the poet’s day.

So get those letters running,
All along the page.
Those sounds are our chess pieces,
Ready to engage.

Paul Butters
Word Music!
 Aug 2015 KeithM
KeithM
My ***** shoes,my ***** shoes are my history,they know what i have been through,the nights i spend in them are priceless,the places i've been in them are full of only good memories,the distance i travelled in them is determined by the dirt on them,though some said they are disgusting i should wash them,but i refuse i can't wash away my memories,my thoughts...
 Aug 2015 KeithM
JDK
Out of View
 Aug 2015 KeithM
JDK
There's something frightening in you,
and I've always been attracted to the things that scare me most.
I guess you could call it a counterphobic attitude.

Just as all these words are meant for ghosts.

But I'm sick of the sound of crunched eggshells,
and the elephant in the room leaves me crowded.

So hand me that broom;
this dust is being swept under the carpet.
The thing under your bed is just in your head.
 Aug 2015 KeithM
Lauren Librada
In a night like this
where the whole city sleeps
lying in my bed
thinking of you in my head


When all the lights are gone
and only fireflies waiting for dawn
underneath the moon
here I am waiting for your text in the room


Everytime we are together
all of my doubts falter
never imagine this chance will come
i am in bliss for all you've done


Love was never the choice
it is always the cause
and now my heart sings and rejoice
so let's dance and have a toast


Someday you and I will reach for the skies
catch the stars and place it in your eyes
I will always be here waiting,
waiting for you while i am smiling.

— The End —