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 Apr 2015 JAM
jeffrey robin
( love )                                                                ­        
(
                 •      
                       )


                                             we stand together or fall down

//

//

( and it's a long way down )

• •
• •

and the

FINAL VISION

( the image  ! )

The undying lover !


Where the moonlight meets the morning

Thru the mist of wooded hills

( The tears  )

The unforgiving memories
( as these , too , start to fade )

//

Who shall dare to show

Stark vulnerability

To the Stranger ?

( she ! )



She who walks with the EVERY CHILD

Across the WAR RAVAGED streets !

( my love )

//

Who loves even YOU my soul !



My fragile dying sense of Humanity

••

<<                  I try to tell you plainly                   >>

ALL I KNOW
ALL I AM

||

( a subtle pathway thru the pain unto the true )

//

I see you there !

••

( in the CAVES where all wisdom
Takes

Refuge )



Guarded by the NATURE you

Are Sheltering

///

A simple song

A wandering old man passing thru

These younger days

///

A vision in which lives

Images !

Of all lovers all around
 Apr 2015 JAM
dennis drain
Untitled
 Apr 2015 JAM
dennis drain
hop in the ride
late at night
bottles sippin
**** im trippin
gotta drive
**** im high
i can barley open up my eyes
i roll one for me the second is for you
if im smokin wit you ***** you smokin with me 2
you aint got no **** to match then i guess im rollin a few
 Apr 2015 JAM
Elisa Holly
Purple #3
 Apr 2015 JAM
Elisa Holly
The dam is open.
A flood released.
The sensation is too overwhelming,
I fall clenching my knees.
I am that little girl again,
sobbing
feeling so incredibly alone
reaching for a hand,
any hand
to tell her she is wanted.
I reach deep inside
to hold that little girls hand.
I grab it with fervor.
You are not alone
for I am with you.
You are always wanted
because without you
I couldn’t be the woman I am today.
So sleep soundly,
because of you little girl,
we only need each other.
 Apr 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
Launch Time
 Apr 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
I am weary
of deliberations;
let us get on
with the countdown:
she loves me,
she loves me not...
   ~mce
 Apr 2015 JAM
md-writer
The Poet
 Apr 2015 JAM
md-writer
The careless page on lamp-stand resting,

With pure white the glow reflecting,

Catches the sore wand’ring stranger’s eye,

And keeps it there without a sigh.

He reads thereon a poet’s verses,

Sore reflecting many hearses,

That should have rightly never rolléd,

Bearing corpses cowl- and hooded.



“Oh, the manner that he writes in!”



Thus the words that cross his cracking lips,

While tears run down to fill the rips.

Then eye, though dimmed, still struggling onward,

Next reads words that turn him upward,

Looking to the bright heav’nly places,

Where God with parted soul paces,

And—leaning down through clouds—soft touches,

Man’s heart so now again he blushes.



“What a manner that he writes in!”



“What god-like genius inspires him so,

Such lofty heights to rise unto?

Do Muses bright surround him—ringéd

In fair halo slight and gilded?

Or warrior-like hews he his figures,

Out of flesh and blood by measures,

‘Til the beauty shining forth o’erwhelms,

All other mortal verséd poems?”



“Which the manner that he writes in?”



Weary much from traveling afar,

The stranger sleeps him under star,

And as he dreams he sees the poet

—Yet in thought he does not know it--

Who sitting desk-bound looks about him,

Searching for poetic fountain;

And ne’er receiv’d he supernal
aid,

But from this life poetry made:


That broad noble brow in thought contracts:

The genius broods; his mind he wracks.

Then eye with pure, clear light shines—spilling

Evanescent* light, so thrilling,

And lip with rev’rent murm’ring carries

Sweet words to ear and gentle lays,

While pen—by trembling fingers wielded--

Marks the page to make sure-founded;



This, the manner that he writes in.
This poem is a refutation of Kharturi supernaturalists who believed that the Attar aided those who devoted themselves to the arts.
 Apr 2015 JAM
Sam Stone Grenier
sun   sky
clouds clouuuuds clods clds
forestforestforest
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 Apr 2015 JAM
Mike Essig
Time isn't money;

time is your soul
bleeding out
onto your socks.

Money is just
an inferior brand
of toilet paper.

Use it for
what it is worth,
  ~mce
 Apr 2015 JAM
Kyndra
Little Girl.
 Apr 2015 JAM
Kyndra
Little hands & little feet.
Little fingers & little toes.
Crystal blue eyes & little grab tooth.
My savior, my angel, my pride, & my joy.
Makes me laugh when I wanna cry.
Little smile & little laugh.
Little girl I cherish most.
My precious gift.
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