Traveler

Aug 2018

Bragi

I inhale the dark mist of self sodomising reflections like it were the sweet smell of nostalgia; Lavender on my pillow playing soft symphonies of content. This is no longer a reality but can be re-lived through memories, through a silver-lined portal of pretend; the face staring back at me, I know, is a devise; all fogged by want. This is the face I choose, the one I wear today. It may change, but for now, like a magic trick, smoke and mirrors guard me and my secrets.

#smoke #mirrors #magic #trick #secrets #dreams #thoughts #feelings #hurt #facade

Aug 2018

Semi-literate Poet

Modus Operandi

I have no MO....
No particular methodology
I just dream things up
Add a sprinkle of psychology

Season with similis
Macerate with metaphors
Emulsify with emotion
Then get baked... Real high

Let the words cool
while my soul
starts to drool
then I present it
to the night.

Bona Sera, boa noite, bonne nuit

#mo #modus #operandi #methodology #psychology #similis #metaphor #recipe #emulsify #macerate

Aug 2018

Edmund black

Fly High With Love

What are you waiting for ,
Why you hesitate when everything
you’ve ever wanted miraculously
shows up
Could it be because deep down
you doubt your worth and ability
Could you often place yourself
In permanent holding patterns
because when your hopes and dreams knock,
why you shy away
when providence parts the waters
and the sunlight shines on the answer ,
Could your fear blind you from seeing it
Because
sometimes you have to quiet
your mind and dive into the beauty of love
Is there a risk,  Absolutely .....
But it’s better than circling the same things
over  and over never getting anywhere

You’ve got this love bug
Jump ...
Stop worrying about
whether you can swim
when you were born
to fly

Live your life ...take chances ...be a little crazy and fly high with love!
You just never know ;)

Aug 2018

John Edward Smallshaw

Jesus must be in Jarrow

I believed that even if I held my breath
I could still be able to breathe
and it would cut out the constant chatter,
but it didn't work so it doesn't matter.

I exhaled into the madness that surrounded me,
everything an agony that stifled me

and of course in the metropolis if you're
different in any way they take the ****.

Some make a cut to ease the pain
do it once and it works so
they do it again

what hurts the most?

Revisiting a biblical pestilence
by calling it this existence
we
live it every day
live it anyway
but
we couldn't give it away
if we tried.

it's no good crying over synthetic silk
or the milk of human blindness,
a little kindness would go a long way
but not today,
today they're still *******.