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My biggest fear -----

You'll look at me the way I look at myself
And that's really bad
 May 2020 Michael Stefan
Eloisa
Lake of confusion
Never did you send flowers
Sky weeps in sadness
In the distance
On the highways
I hear the trucks
Silently unmask
Everyday challenges

Socially distant
Carrier of loads
For smooth
Functionality
Silent
Driving force
Early morning observations
 May 2020 Michael Stefan
Jayne E
on your walk to the sun
one hand razed
devastating its glare
heat cracked glaze
by your steely stare
to pave crazed
you are
auditing orbits
threw black dotted sight
fully loded
petal to metal
the ferrous wheel turns
your sun
burns
burns
burns
ironing out
years etched in creases
seared skin stretched tight
you per severe
perpetual
motion never ceases
at knifes edge of night
presque vue too
as peripheral quick
silver sends mecurial
maidens dancing
along contrails
dusted
in shimmering bright
phase two
blends no rhyme
con fused by light
fade to black
we run out of time
blinded out of sight.

© J.C.
 May 2020 Michael Stefan
Jayne E
mornings scribble while the rain drizzles...

vulnerability
fragility
gracility
being strong all the time
day to day
month to month
year to year
feeds the need
to sometimes be
less
less than strong
less in control
feeds the need
to release the lead
let the bruise
become the soothe
yield to the bleed
release feeding
into deep peace

© J.C.
Out of a shattered mind,
reveals itself in a reminiscence of the time.
When our bones cracked,
punched,
moved,
collided,
and snapped.

We were free.
Free from the sight of judgemental eyes,
                                                       and words of disgust.

It was me,
and you.

Just Us Two.

We were under a different light and playing in secret shadows. So no one could follow.

We hid from God and his false grace, as we moved from place to place. Up and down and rolling around, sticking to leather as to you I was as light as a feather.

With your arms around me in the tightest embrace,
I know I will never,
                                   forget
                                              your face.
Changed my style a bit. I quite like this poem.
Shrouded by black, in every corner and every crack,
the pitch of the room keeps me secluded.

I don't have to focus anything, everything’s moving, shifting in the shadows.

I am in the dark, and I like it here.
It hides my shame, my tears, and my pain
i like it in the dark.
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