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 Aug 2020 Jena T
Chris Saitta
Love not the empress curve of your cheek,
The many-storied, empty ziggurat of belief,
The man-handled, baked brick built so high,
Your grotty thighs are pasted with all your lovers,
Your lacquered heart is glazed by luminous grief,
Head-bearer of broken vases as your crown,
Filled with dry dust from liquid stars.
 Aug 2020 Jena T
John Destalo
I rode a
nightmare

into the
mountains

to meet my maker

a creature
calling my name

I followed
the deep bellow

an echo of
the ancient past

I knew I
would find

life or death

either way
our war will

finally be settled
 Aug 2020 Jena T
A Slow Heyoka
Piercing souls
Eons, Indoctrinated
Back-scattered at the heart
Suffering and release

I

Spirit dance, Naked
On fires in thunderstorms
Awaiting the axe you bring
To purge thyself in me
Poem by: A Slow Heyoka 2020

Everyone loves to see themselves, until they really see themselves ;)
 Aug 2020 Jena T
Colm
I don’t bleed for you
Burn or in weeping fall like rain
With closed eyes or with headwinds sway
But like stars glistening
With night sky coldly watching
I am reminded
And think of you often
In a bright minded sort of way
Such a feeling. So felt. LOL self.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM2DWKzhK58
 Aug 2020 Jena T
Mark kenny
Waking up realizing that known outcome will soon  present itself sooner
All road leads to a destination I wish I can conquer the problem sooner.

Another turnoil right within my grasp leaving the possibility out in the cold
So many reasons to hold on to my past ways but scary moments leave me out in the cold.

Ready to act on the information on ground planning out a new strategy
I am in love with my Silent enemies but nothing will make me fall for their new found strategy.
A quick realisation about how the true reality can actually pan out like. A confusing state where nobody has your back but a lot of buzzing shows how the true reality should look like. My new energy is enough for everyone to tap into but nothing beats a silent enemy creeping up on me trying to drain me of my new energy.🎭
 Aug 2020 Jena T
Acme
Lost Souls
 Aug 2020 Jena T
Acme
I eat your poetry like ice cream.
It settles in orbits in my mind.
A universe of words swirling
into meanings understood by
the lost souls called poets.
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