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 May 2015 Nicole
Mike Essig
Let your body
be a
cherry tree
in spring,

its petals
falling slowly
to cover me

completely.

   ~mce
 May 2015 Nicole
Mike Essig
We shall need

a very private
language for this.

Let us create it.

A language
for lovers,
not strangers.

We are those lovers,
supplicants at this altar.

These syllables
will bind us
in lovers knots.

The ceremony begins.

We shelter
in our bodies
holy flesh
steadily chanting
this communion.

Slowly touching,
slowly turning,
slowly burning,

we begin the dance.

We whirl
until we merge

and the magic
takes hold

as we pronounce

in sounds never
heard before,

the incantation
of a spell
that begins
with words,

but ends
in ecstasy.
   ~mce
Only one other person in the world knows this language.
 May 2015 Nicole
d3x
Quién menos pensé, me necesitaba.
Nunca imagine que alguien tuviera la necesidad de mi palabra, de escuchar mi voz, de saber que estoy ahi. De saber que aunque no me tiene cerca, de saber que no me tiene a su lado estoy y estare ahi. De sentirme cerca, sentir mi alma tan pura ahi. Quien menos pensé, tenia la necesidad de mi.
Alimentarse con un ser tan puro, como lo era yo.
Saber que tenia alguien a su lado, saber que podia confiar en alguien. En alguien que realmente valía la pena. El sentir que podia abrir sus heridas a alguien. Sentir que su alma podia llenarse de esperanza. Sentir que todo podria cambiar al abrirse, al abrir su ser interior. Al dejar salir un tipo de "yo interior" con alguien que entenderia perfectamente. Alguien que no iba a permitir que su alma, se fuera al vacio una vez más.
 Apr 2015 Nicole
Mike Essig
Do not think you are free
because you have nice clothes,
plenty to eat and a mortgage.
Do not think yourself free
because you attend a good college,
and get to party and have fun
before the student loans hit.
Do not think yourself free
because you are white
and consider yourself a good citizen
while those others cause trouble.
It takes a lifetime to free your head
and that doesn't begin to guarantee
that your body and words will remain free.
We have forgotten that freedom
is never just about stuff.
Stuff is the drug they use to lock you up.
It is the new ***** of the masses.
Only those who can proudly walk naked
cradling the Revolution in their hearts,
willing to pick up their guns
and die for that Revolution,
can ever be well and truly really free.
   ~mce
The illusion of freedom is far more insidious than the lack of freedom.
 Apr 2015 Nicole
GaryFairy
this is no fun anymore
this has gotten old
she is like running water
she is hot and cold

sometimes she is so warm
sometimes not so nice
she is a burning flame
she is fire and ice
Wonder where the dead go
is it to heaven or hell?
but belief is only an ego
where all faiths dwell!

Some think the dead turn to dust
everything ends with death
but are minds that trust
souls do reincarnate!

Some believe death is a shift
when ends earth’s traveled road
it’s one blessing of a gift
moving to God’s abode!

When I watch the night sky
thinking of ma eyes blur
I feel she really didn’t die
moved away far to be a star!
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