Andrew Kerklaan

Apr 2015

Paul Sands

hit me

this grind breathes a fist
of sublime roast allure
as the Nicaraguan Black Bull

surrenders it’s fat cojones
to the blade and the forced steam
fixes me, dilated,
but still only grooving at 70bpm

I feel so very disco

#coffee #caffeine #espresso #woooooooooh

Andrew Kerklaan Apr 2015

Please, Forgive Me

I wish that we could come back to it

The time I knew

Our own

Id give up all the world to see my Aunty coming home.

It's already been two moths or more since last I spoke your name.

I can't recall the time between and to try to seems in vein.

But landmarks on the calendar still remind me just the same

I lost my Aunty a year ago

But someone else now uses her name

My once favorite and always beloved Aunty (whom I will leave unnamed) had an accident about a year ago in which she hit her head on the ground but since the accident she hasn't been the same...

It's like she lost the love in her life and now all that's left is this shell.
Nobody left behind her staring eyes.

Just this blackness

And the memories of a trapped soul, stuck in a lifeless body...

Please,
Forgive me for not giving more, but this was all I could bear to take.

#broken #loss #family #injury

Apr 2015

jeffrey robin

subtlety footsteps are erased

........&
all wisdom is gone
||
                                          ... and the very meaning of what you do or  say

//

& we are driven into pettiness

saying nothing of importance.

Never revealing

True Human-ness

::::

In the manner of a rag doll clown

In ******* convulsions

Till we are thrown down

••

Shame

To be a human

But to live like a slave

//

Come be the master

Love is simple

Truth is easy

•

Don't let your love be altered

Don't let them steal your grace

Apr 2015

Theodore Bird

Mother

There was someone, once.
Someone neither boy nor girl,
someone made from life.
Someone who could weave magic from the flowers,
someone who wept magic.
Someone who would not crumble;
no, they would not fall.
Someone who built their walls so high
that they would scrape the stars.

Mar 2015

Jose Amezcua

In the Midst of The Fight

You've beaten me
So deep and with such precision
Left lying bruised
Ashamed of the person you have turn me into
At one point
I utterly surrendered
Looking at who I was at the moment
I was ready for the forever embrace of that knockout blow
Just to have you pull that sweet coup de grâce
And burdened me with the aftermath of my undoing.
Wallowing inside,
I asked myself why?
Searching for answers
I heard an edifying voice
"Pick yourself up ******
Blame it on your lack of strength, fortitude, or help another day
Cuz right now, it's just you
And if you don't keep fighting you'll have no one else to blame!"

So I staggered upright and licked my wounds
Nodded to my reflection in the shattered glass
And under my breath I declared,
"Life, I'm coming for you"

#life #inspirational