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 Jan 2022 Papaya
Edmund black
I inhaled the birth
Of the first Sunset
of the New Year
Her presence,
was grandiose
Her charms,
Was like diamonds dancing in the light
I must admit
I’m so lucky to be alive, because
She always takes my breath away
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Prevost
Alone
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Prevost
if we are alone
then live alone
what of you believes
what myth tethers you
to the hunt
is the kiss that deep
what do we betray
when we lay in beds
with lovers we do not know
or can ever know

the voices too thick
the heart too pure
for the war between
alone or not alone
and some cold winds
remind us
that we were all born alone
Can’t you hear the wailing sounds of peace that silence provides
“I am here to comfort you in times of confusion that gets loud in life”
Said the silence without speaking a word
You could feel that the silence only has spoken truth
Without making a noise you could bare every sound that silence has to introduce
Don’t mistake me for uncomfort or less livening just beware because silence likes to be loud too
Silence speaks silently and peacefully
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Manx Pragna
strung up between the pines
tendons stretched out on a few lines of twine
got these low down, sinew blues

my hands
all they good for
is smoking, and drawing a card

these tired hands
calloused and sore
nothing cures'em, the rot's tanned hard
you might not
but the body keeps score

in your old age
gracefully, you've become slow
through the pines
through the oaks
to arrive after the snow
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Prevost
my tears have shaped me
they have cut the edges of my heart
that finds beauty rattling around
in the places deemed
too broken to know

my tears have cut the canyons
that echo
the songs and screams
of my knowing how deep this life
can cut

my tears have watered the gardens
where someone still plants hope
even though hope is something I avoid
but offering it drought
would be the shape of something cruel

tears the blood of soul
running from my eyes
across the landscape that is I
washing the wounds suffered
and the scars I have won
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Zee
Kick off with a bang
*******, I'm insane
Starfucker taking aim
And I'm the one they blame

We all bleed out the same
We're all in ******* pain
The world serves to inflame
While forgetting your last name

Death is on your breath
Or maybe it's the ****
Your throat left to constrict
And it's so derelict

What do we have left?
Why aren't we so blessed?
This cardiac arrest,
Leaves the immunosuppressed
And all the dispossessed
Left with their unrest
And actions of protest
Sure seem like they suggest
Why we're so ******* depressed
And bend over to ******
The maiden's undressed war chest
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