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 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Lawrence Hall
For Terry McFall, a Man of Bees and a Bees-y Man!

A beekeeper knows
That beauty is in the eye
of the bee-holder
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Colm
Mindful Eyes
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Colm
Her hair alive
A life of its own

With waters clear
And mindful eyes

Ever wide awake
As if with sound

Be it nothing at all
She is ever still
Verbal portrait of a woman in water.
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
r
My father and I
lie down together.

He is dead.

We look up at the stars,
the steady sound
of the wind turning
the night like a ceiling fan.

This is our home.

I remember the work in him
like bitterness in persimmons
before the first frost,
and I imagine the way he feared
the pain, the ground turning
dark in the rain.

Now he gets up
and I dream he looks down
into my brown eyes
that may as well been his.

He weeps and says goodbye,
my son, I don't want to
go yet, but I can't wait
around to watch you die.
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
r
Splintered
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
r
All of these words
formed without breath
is magic against death
and all of this ends
with to be continued
I wave so long
with a handkerchief
to the horses on the range
of my dreams
and every scene is sculptured
from wood with splintered
fingers ruptured
with the blood of my brothers.
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Monotone
Watched
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Monotone
I'm watched, antagonized
held back by societies lies.
It's been so long since I've felt.
It scares me to know
That I can never be myself.
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Monotone
I smelled the deceit before you made it known.
I heard you speaking, sharing with your friends.
I watched you break your promise, a secret till the end.
I felt myself break when you turned and laughed at me.
I tasted the defeat, it's been two years why wait?

I don't understand.
Why now?
You have her now.
Why me?

Why torture me?
Why humiliate me?
Why take every shred to annihilate?
Why destroy what you know to be me?

It's ok.
I'm Fine.
I'm Done.
I'll give you all what you want.
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Nicholas Fonte
None of it makes sense
Why do we create this cycle
That causes our pain
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Nicholas Fonte
This is my mistake.
Not yours. Not anyone else's. Mine.
This was my doing.
I'll take all the booing;
That's just fine.
I'll show what this mistake
Is able to make.
 Apr 2018 Me Díaz
Jeff Gaines
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!

                                Big, Biggest Love,

                                               Jeff Gaines
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