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 Jun 20 Kalliope
Damocles
In all these disparate faces,
Amidst the crowds adjacent, a stage stood,
A stage meant to give praise to rock gods who ascended so beautifully.
Deep bellowing soul-crushing bass drums echoed,
Electric war birds screeched melodic songs,
And the vocals rang down like testaments.
We were in attendance at a sermon of heavy metal,
Surrounded by other worshippers in otherworldly convivial cheering.
Until the last song, the last lyric,
And the lights went from neon spectacle to incandescent boredom.
And reality returned, parasitically devouring the dopamine.
BLT's Merriam Webster's Word of the day Challenge.
Date: 6/20/2025
Word: Convivial
Meaning: relating to, occupied with, or fond of feasting, drinking, and good company
I have to be honest
I don't believe in god
No, that's not a spelling error
His name doesn't deserve a capital
In my eyes
And the eyes of many
(But maybe not enough)
There are too many bad and negative things for it to be so
Or perhaps my entire life is karma
Karma for a previous life
That I had no part of
Perhaps someone in my bloodline
But who knows
Who is to say
Rhetorical question
Because nobody actually knows
If they say they do
They're lying
Or brainwashed
The latter is more likely
My thoughts on "god"
I can hear them now
Insanity!
Profanity!
Damnation!
To believe there is a man in the sky
Playing the worlds biggest video game
Is my very definition of
Insanity
I once knew humor
"Funny one", was my label
Lost my sense of self.
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.

We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.

Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.

We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.

As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.

We’ll  pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
Sometimes the happy friend needs a shoulder to cry on too
Or someone to listen to what's on their mind
What's in their heart
What keeps them up at night
Without judgement
Whether it's right or wrong
Sometimes a friend
Just needs a friend
Pure and simple
 Jun 20 Kalliope
dropwort
The urge to disappear
when your tears refuse to fall
yet your smile fades slowly.
hopeful eyes, drowning in silence,
held back by unspoken pain.
when your voice stays locked behind the cage-
and you realise...
This hurts more than any sword could ever **** you
 Jun 20 Kalliope
dropwort
I find it funny
when I really think I own my life,
but reality-
she always finds a way to wake me up
from my dream world
just to tell me that my wings were cutoff long ago...
 Jun 20 Kalliope
Kay Lyn
She loved me
She nurtured me
She protected me
Her wisdom
Her perception
The blessed matriarchs of my family

- Kay Lyn
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