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 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
winter
the truth is ugly
and hides in a body of beauty.

the truth lies
and holds secrets in its eyes
pretending to be wise.

the truth may be broad
and so commonly awed,
but it is a fraud
that is not past God

the truth is unyielding
and totally unfeeling
and has given up on what it had been shielding

the truth is dead
and yet it is still spread.
in the old grass we found lead weights and paraffin
arranged upon smoke and earth... gilding the cannibal suns
with flesh-tones and bedsores. we forged ahead
of our Heads again
in disarray.the long Joke of Birth... tilting the rhombus.
we cumbersome.
 Dec 2015 Ariel Baptista
Abimael
Souls are linked to feelings
Just like our hearts are with our minds
We set lose bunch of emotions,
just to wait for a prey, to be hooked by love,
But in this moment, it means no harm upon us.
We just wish that one prey, is the last one
love, to share thousands of falling stars,
on a night without going back
I wish you are the one...
so I can heal this scars,
which was put upon me on a lonely night .
of beautiful things
willowy warbler's
wax'n wings

silvery strumming
singing sands

languid lagoons
in luxurious lands

carvings of creosote
cacti create

fulcrum of flame
thru frivolous
fate

volcanic vestibule
vestments and
vestiges

historical hypothesis
harmonious
heritage

melanin melange
mellifuous
mild

woodduck waters
wheeling and
wild

crystal caverns
creating
light

nocturnal nymphs
announcing the
night

sumptuous sunsets
scintillation's
scream

dramatic dawn
drawn
from
a

dream


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/2/2015
I've got a challenge.
Find something lovely
and draw it in words.
Go around it and
REALLY LOOK AT IT

If you do this every day
it will help even
the dark days

I KNOW.

~~~<☆>~~~
Galileo couldst not even seeith
The heaven that lieth
Inside queen Jane;

Einstein couldst not even dreameth
The beauty
Inside of her brain;

Edwin Hubble lived inside
Of a bubble, being blinded
From her view;

Stephen hawking, forget thine
Scientific talking; mine empress
Is from God, a divine muse.

Isaac Newton, recalculate thine
Mathematic's; mine amour' is not a number,
Awakest from slumber, sweet Jane is aromatic.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
I imagine us sitting down at lunch
holding hands and stealing kisses,
whispering secrets that don't matter

I imagine us picking colleges together
and shopping for apartments in
whatever city you want.

I imagine us moving in together
and finally sleeping next to each other
and it is just like how we thought it would be

I imagine us going out on walks
going to movies
going everywhere

I imagine you proposing
and me crying and every thing is perfect
because you're there.

I imagine us married waiting on
a little stick to determine our
future

I imagine us in the delivery room
and how they look just like their parents
and how you're natural father

I imagine two more nights like that
and we move to house with a
backyard

I imagine us trying to decide
what dog to get and we couldn't
so we got two

I imagine us at your mom's funeral
and I hold you as you break for the first
time and you are so small

I imagine us going on vacations and to reunions
and concerts and restaurants
and graduations and weddings

I imagine me lying in a hospital bed
as you hold my hand everything gets dark
and I am content

I imagine us doing all these
wonderful things because in reality
there is no us

There's only me
Sometimes inaction,
Does more good,
Than rushed,
Illogical decisions,
With no respect,
For truth.
#Don'tBombSyria
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Yeah


Just one more


Before the start of the basketball game

//


I read many more poems of failed       love affairs

Amid the 1000

WHO GIVES A ****  (?)

)(


Who killed the child ?

( the policeman )


//


The winds don't howl no more

Now that mankind has gone to sleep



maybe I'll get laid tomorrow



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