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  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
In this ice cold jungle,
I followed a cat
Across metal tree trunks and
carpets of grass

A fluorescent sun
hung amongst ceilings of sky
To wonder at THIS

is to wonder at
WHY?

Unheard and unseen, enveloped

(solitary)

You’d think that a JUNGLE
would not be so

scary?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
You offered this "life"
     A "gift" - you ensured...
Then, whipped out that knife
     Your mousetrap: secured.

Lonely, and empty
     Existence: so grim
My world, in a casket
     That fits all but him.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
I might scoop you
from that ***,
or watch you churn,
and watch you ROT.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
As I lay here tonight, all I really Want to do is hold you tight.
But God said that could not be because you are just to far from me.
I think of all we've been through, the laughs the hurts, the tears, we've cried , the crazy world I've seen you through but most of all me just wanting to shield you from this so called life.
You are apart of me, just like I am apart of you, and my love for you will only grow because you are my beautiful daughter I want you to know.
Time nor distance can ever change the love I feel for you in my heart today.
You are my daughter and will always be, for I once felt your heartbeat growing inside of me.
  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Pearson Bolt
it was an inevitability
that we'd unearth the evidence
to validate Einstein's theory
of general relativity.

three cheers for the
method of science,
an appliance that
liberates and enlightens,
suffocating the miasma
of dogmatic parasitism.

pariahs can't stand beneath
the weight of empirical data.
a culture of imperialism
intoxicating inane idiots,
inundated by asinine philosophy.

ideologues instigating turmoil—
vainly believing
an intergalactic being
created the cosmos
in seven days for the
predestined elect.

to insist inanely that the legacy
of our existence could be measured
in seven millennia
is to extinguish the light
from the majority
of our neighboring galaxies.

you read the opening lines
of your holy text too literally.
open your mind to the poetry
of a reality that no deity
could ever breathe into existence.

we are not special.
our fate is tied to a
planet choking on CO2
and you deny the truth
in the same breath you
disparage any challenge
to your impotent,
imaginary friend.

**** sapiens—
mere animals
cursed with
conscience.

if you would deny
the ancestral history
of our evolutionary biology
simply on the premise
that it's “only a theory,”
then i'd invite you to put
your vain hypothesis
to the test and take a long walk
off a short bridge.
perhaps the theory of gravity
will provide with you some clarity.
Scientists recently proved Einstein's theory of General Relativity. This poem celebrates the scientific method.
  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Mon
The right question should be, "Who's on your mind?"
And the right answer would be you...
I just can't come up with the right words for a poem for someone, so maybe this is enough for now.
  Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
I need a fix
I need a line,
Boy, I don't need
Your Valentine.
I had feelings once.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
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