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 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
Nienke
and so i just want to
surrender myself
to the deep sea
in me
 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
Babu kandula
A book of life

Every page resembles my life

Cannot go backwards
Cannot move forward

Only can access the current page

But today's page has a great impact
On tomorrow's page

Write it wisely
 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
Simpleton
10w
 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
Simpleton
10w
I don't know what you want from me

But alright
All day sun is grey,
Still world covered in pale sheet,
  .  .  .  Bird song lost in din.
 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
Alessander
Let me scan your pretty face
Your wistful eyes and ebbing hair
Your youthful floral air
I distantly embrace

It matters little what you write
I’ll like whatever gibberish
You post, sober or feverish
Morning afternoon or night

You crave fans, and I oblige
You desire compliments
Hits, and shares, and comments
A digital mirage

To reinforce, who knows?
To find one who can comprehend
Truly, more than family, friends?
Love through a computer’s glow

Or escape whatever misery
Whatever flesh and bone
Has left you this alone
To log away to fantasy

You hum to yourself by the river
A low sad steady melody
But from the shaded woods, I see
Your pale visage shiver

So I approach, naughty or behaved
Like a wandering troubadour
Serenading mon amour
To save and to be saved

I’ll stream you instant endless praise
I’ll shadow your every move
It will approximate love
Unmerited as grace

So, let me frame your pretty face
Your chic angular air
Your parted lips, cascading hair
Forever fall through my embrace
This is a little **** in fantasy and fun.

(The Troll and the Princess? Hmmm)
 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
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**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•
 Feb 2015 Stevie Ray
Poetic T
He was the wandering gas giant
Floating around,
"Space the final play ground"
He would swim in the oceans
Of blackness,
His aura changing to the mood
He was
Feeling,
Thinking,
Thoughts,
Of gas never stay long, they
Are but vapours, thoughts,
Then lost in the galactic winds
A memory departed in vacant spaces.
He would
Hop,
Skip,
Jump,
Over asteroid belts, carefully
So not to stub his gaseous toe,
The micro meteor showers,
Tickled as they flew through
He was told not to play near
"The burning ball"
"The lights in the sky"
Its colours were hypnotic
He was to close,
And with but a flash
"In a moment"
He was once a gas giant
But he got too close,
A momentary flash of luminous colours
Filled the darkness like a rainbow of flame,
Then there was but the flaming star,
"Gas giant was no more"
He was but a wisp,
A cloud of breath blown far from the flame
"He had learnt a lesson"
He had gone too near to the star,
Now he was the little cloud wondering
"Never fear he will grow once again"
But a lesson learnt,
"Listen to parents"
Flame is enticing, but is a consumer
Of all far and near,
The giant learnt the hard way,
And paid a price very dear,
He was once a gas giant, now just a little one
Wandering the darkness he will heal,
But never to be the giant he was before.
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