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 Oct 2011 ARMA
jeffrey robin
free
 Oct 2011 ARMA
jeffrey robin
the center still holds
only the center
still holds
....

the human race
is it dying
or
is it dead and gone?
-------
stay with ME
...
(you may)
___
some talk of love
love for
"something"
LOVE
is
for "everyone and everything"
........
ONLY THE CENTER HOLDS
...
we dance and sing
we go to WAR
...

become
ALIVE
we are the SEED
.....
(only "seed")
------
only the center
the center
holds
-----
become free
 Oct 2011 ARMA
Anthony Moore
I can't tell you what it is,
but I know it exists.
It sounds like the winds- feels like a kiss,
smells perfectly sweet- tastes like it too.
And if I could see it,
I bet it would look just like you.
Anthony J. Alexander 2010
 Oct 2011 ARMA
jeffrey robin
and then the silences come
.....
and then
..
you and i
(maybe)
__

the WAR is to find the peace
..
(after all the gurus and heroes are gone)
........

will you yield?
will you find your strength?
-
the silence
(after all the "noise" is gone)
...
you and i
(maybe)
MAYBE
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AFTER THE DEAD GURUS DIE
AFTER THE HEROES FADE
 Oct 2011 ARMA
Devon Baker
Maybe if I unsheathed the buttons so lovingly,
slipped them from their beds like children doting under the breath of my fingers,
I could be free
unwrap these tendril sleeves
unknot and untie like braided shoe laces
child smile booming on my lips
maybe I could slither out and under this jacket of rigid strait edge,
maybe I could lick the clouds with my unclaimed hands
bathe in unrestraint,
Tug upon the chains of God’s grace
Burn these walls
and cut down the servants of white gowns and latex gloves
those thieves and miscreants,
Demons of pill born needles,
Strip down my skin and carcass
relinquish all of human trait
to bore over them as the demon they boldly create,
the ******* of razor bladed teeth,
Leather based restraint,
They so dutifully attempt to restrain me,
I’ll finger paint with their brain splatter,
just unstitch this jacket,
rouse the children from their sleeping,
unbutton them so verily gently,
Please mother unbind my wings,
coddle my wound,
Mother dearest might I finally go to you

— The End —