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 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
Poetic T
I walk the ether on shattered remnant souls
where upon each beleaguered treading are
the voices that speak,
          pulverized
beyond
             contemplation,

echoes of many mingle upon the reflections.

Abstaining from touching with my vocalization,
fearful onslaughts eager to venture upon me.
                "I stay silent,
Inhibited by their yearning to be me, but they
are but only remnants of a principle that was
burrowed upon they were a field of sorrows
now ploughed into oblivion. Seeding this ether
with spores of disillusion that will slowly grow
darker as they flourish upon others torments.

This is a place where no soul should venture by
own wandering, or enticed by the remnant voices
of others once vacant and known.

"They are a harvest of remnant souls,
          **"To whom they be fed upon, hope we never know...
I have realised that the discovery
Of my-self has made that I can
walk alone, head high, with a
sense of completeness no one will
remove from me...

I am a complete entity, making
choices which i know will affect
the direction of my life-path,
the Sun and the Moon are here to
give me strength..

The walk down to the river mouth,
is long, but i will forcibly arrive,
I am following the flow
I feel the universe is driving me through,
what can be  better than
to simply follow the flow,
letting myself guide by the light and
positive energy around me...

I am light, I am myself...
Even when I walk alone i feel
complete, because
Now, I know my purpose!

When the Me and the You
Takes over, you can only
Be Powerful... The Focus
Is where I stand, and at what
Frequency the light in me
Radiates...
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
zebra
she said you scare me
are you a ghoul
she started to cry
i started to drool

oh no my dear
im an angel of light
let me kiss your *****
i might just bite

now im scared
she said to me
please no hurty
im going to ***

well Mr ghoul
have i seen your before
don't you play music
in a club called the store

yes i do
i can really sing
she said guys with a voice
are really my thing

sing accapella
and don't be shy
do it good
and ill scream and cry

then ill be thrilled
you can do what you need
the bad boy ghoul
can take the lead

i sang for the girl
with volume and heart
she loved it like crazy
said tear me apart

oh you monster
your **** is so grand
are you sure your a musician
and have a band

i like to sing
hit all the notes
use false set-to
my group is called jolts

oh yeah i like that
you are a ghoul
oh for music
ill let you be cruel

i love hot rhythms
and melodies
play me hard
like black and white keys

bang me to the congas
ill sway my hips
i shake my ****
and kiss your lips

oh little girl
getting carried away
you bit my *****
and beg to stay

i was the ghoul
and had you nervous
but now your on top
are you in the service

hell no bad boy
im not that tough
just a little *****
who likes it rough

stroke me big daddy
sing accapella
now whos the ghoul
and whos the nice fella
Raindrops on the window
A sigh from my faulty lungs
What a day this is
When you wake up feeling blue and grey
It is like a battlefield
It is like broken shield
It is like a fish still unreeled
It is like a tomb still sealed

It is the sword we wield
It is the wound to be healed
It is the banana to be peeled
It is the cart to be wheeled

It is the crown to which we kneel
It is the secret to remain concealed
It is the face to be revealed
It is love; It is what we feel
 Feb 2017 Renée Brookes
M Harris
Stranded in a Spectrum entirely green,
I dream; in colors clustered around blue;
We meet; in swirls of turquoise.

Subliminal codes in her lullabies,
Allow her to control my dreams;
And when she makes green tea to calm me,
She uses mouse skulls instead of leaves;
It tastes like half-remembered dreams.

Eyelid transplants
Allow me to experience her dreams,
And when my dream-self leaves messages
On the inside of my eyelids;
They are blue notes
That shimmer in the morning,
Rescued from her memory-hole.

And outside, right before that morning,
The injured moon leaves smears
Of blue-green blood across the sky;
And soon, the earth is ringed with gore striations,

Celestial entrails halos;
It will be a day to remember;
A day of turquoise.
You were red,
I was blue.
You turn lilac whenever I'm near,
Then red violet when you talk to me.
I turn teal when you smile,
Then uncertain as indigo when you call my name.
Then yellow came around,
You turned orange.
I turned green.
Whenever you're with me I turn you brown.
Now I disgust you.
Now I ***** you.
I strip myself of the hues I've made.
Now I'm just black.
Devoid of anything, of anyone.
Of us, of you.
Combinations aren't even right
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