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Unlike anybody else,
A freak,
Most unique,
One of a kind;
Upon creation
The mold was broken,

A heart of gold,
A soul,
To the devil
And to the demons,
Was never sold,
A grand, priceless token.

Weird and wonderful,
A beautiful mess,
Knows how to manhandle stress,
Screaming awesomeness,
A mind unlike the rest,

A pure soul,
Not a single bad bone,
Never thrown a stone,
Unless in self-defense,
Undefeated
In every single Challenge
And harsh test.

A treasure, so rare,
Humble, kind, and fair,
A real breath of fresh air!
Get close, if you dare!

You will find
A genuine,
Transparent,
Caring,
Giving,
Ambitious,
And inspirational soul;
With "a killer goal!"
Offering free love
For all who need it most,
With plenty to spare
For those who care.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
I want moon,
Solitude,
Bravery,
and patience in my soul,
it's been a while since
they were last together in me!

By: Nida Mahmoed.
 May 2017 Alex McQuate
Traci Sims
Fragment I

So long ago, so long ago,
You are just the bones of memory now,
Yet your influence remains in every gesture,
every glance of all the hims I've come to know.
Like a Cheshire cat bound for Hell,
You lie in wait behind unconscious eyes,
Watching and waiting--with a knowing smile...
First loves last forever...
 May 2017 Alex McQuate
Traci Sims
Love Is A Forest

Love is the dark path,
the trip through the midnight forest.
Love is the hoot-owl sounding its warning,
the thin, keening cry of the bean sidhe
as she flees along the leafy floor.
Love is the ceaseless soughing of the moonless wind,
And the desperate, dreadful shriek
As the trap snaps shut...
~~<○>~~

*heavy lidded clouds
close over sunset's horizon

the sun winked
SøułSurvivør
(C) 5/23/2017

American haiku
Is that an oxymoron?
 May 2017 Alex McQuate
Eric W
Time
 May 2017 Alex McQuate
Eric W
It slips through our fingers.
At the end of it all,
there will be only a few
questions.

Did you love enough?
Did you give everything you could?
Did you spend your life on what mattered?

It rules us all.
Careful it does not pass you by
while you are busy sleeping.
Just thinking, I suppose.
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