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  Nov 2017 Zero Nine
17morae
you just never know
which late summer night will be
the very last one
  Nov 2017 Zero Nine
TYRAN
I️ am a lonely faucet
crying crocodile tears.
Bound to the fear
of facing my fears.
What I see ahead of me
is darkness beheading me;
any future is dead to me.
I am a zombie,
I slipped like I'm wasted
and feeling sloppy.
Currents take me to the flood
to drown me in tsunami
with my senses left behind me;
everything is dead around me.

Life can be a hex,
overdosing stress.
The moon will call
and after all,
the colony recalls.
Better on and better off.
Eventually the path clears, just keep going.
  Nov 2017 Zero Nine
Mark Wanless
"Neuro Speedway"



is there
no way out of the need
for sprinting go-carts
travelling at breakneck
nuero speedway around
in circling minds
the world revolves
stationary nailed down souls
don't understand grand central
kaleidoscope distraction
*** yearns
hunger burns
chocolate dilates
blood vessels sensation
seems important we stop
on a dime for one
one hundredth of a second
and almost cease of boredom
move and spin     spin and grin
oops
  Nov 2017 Zero Nine
Star BG
I captured a firefly.
It pulsated tickling hands.
Peering into finger cracks
a loving energy touched heart.

Words eminated in mind
saying, "We are one."
Smiling, I opened hands,
and as it flew away,
I danced
under the moon.
  Nov 2017 Zero Nine
M
As I think about you,
my mind goes blank,
my breathe goes sharp
my head goes drunk.

It is a feeling of ecstasy.
rushing around my veins
loosing all my chains
like a butterfly flying all day.

All I know is that
we have the same feelings
same vibes
same directions

But, like an unchained melody
everything might be inside my head.
keeping all the dusts and trust.
twirling beneath rusts.

Oh and I think.
I like you so bad.
I like the feeling. Feeling of love even if this is just only going to be one sided CHARAUGHT
  Nov 2017 Zero Nine
Star BG
Rowing in my dreams
through wavelets
caught by wind
time stops.

Inner guidance
and compass of heart
becomes steering mechanism,
as visions surface capturing
a landscape of magician beauty.

Strands of dream segments
multiply as if a
beaded pearls to be collected.
  as I move gracefully
through tunnel of dreams.

And as I place necklace on
I promise myself I will recall
Each beads significance.

Sun touches window
Necklace gone
Suddenly I awake
trying to remember my dreams
to no avail.
Inspired by Yue **** Yidhna
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