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 Feb 2016 Bill murray
Star Gazer
We.
 Feb 2016 Bill murray
Star Gazer
We.
'A bully is always a coward',
The teachings prevalent in school,
But in glory he showered,
With attributes of being cool.

He grew up as most men do,
And still the sky sheltered him,
The sky that shone its blue,
For once never grew dim.

During school, whilst still young,
The bully broke peoples interest
Deemed singers nerd for being well sung,
Not realising everyone's different.

We can't all be well hung jocks,
We write to ease our pain,
Breaking from shackles, we picked locks,
Through words that don't die in vain.

The bully grew up like most people,
He became a banker somehow,
Robbing interest seemed less evil,
Because it was strictly business now.

Robbing interest through loans,
As though health and wellbeing,
Was a construction only shown,
From the money people are seeing.

The bully grew up,
Never deemed a real coward,
Whilst we hung unto our name enough,
For them to eventually be scoured.

We lived as freaks and geeks,
Always trapped between strange,
As though undeserving of creeks,
Lakes, Rivers, houses and granges.

We deserved it the way the bullies do,
Ever since the start, birth,
Because we live in the same blue,
The same blue that shelters Earth,

We may be the underdogs,
Sitting on the benches,
Butts sticking to rotten logs,
But we may also build business ventures.

So don't underestimate us, simply based on how we look,
Because one day we might be the exact people to save your lives,
So don't ever mistake sympathy for weakness because if you mistook,
We may shatter the lives we help save just look at bee and hives.
1011

She rose as high as His Occasion
Then sought the Dust—
And lower lay in low Westminster
For Her brief Crest—
The ogre that I am, I sit in my man-cave.
It’s bathed in light from my TV and laptop.
Each is a portal to our ugly world.
Regulated crystal-city skyscrapers
Form Giant’s Causeways.
Aircraft eagle overhead
Reminding me of vultures
And 9\11.

Cars beetling about the suburbs,
Some Beetles, Ha Ha.
River highways cascading cars.
Ants rush everywhere,
A seething nest.

So many an ant,
Holding a conch to the ear,
Or staring mesmerised at that tiny screen.
Yoda fingers his phone…

And me I sit here,
Metamorphosing metaphors
For a while
Before I visit Facebook Land
Once again.

Paul Butters
No more "Moon in June" for me...
 Feb 2016 Bill murray
katie
renew
 Feb 2016 Bill murray
katie
Early hours; the
parts of sleep
     recalled;
          a fly opening
        it's silk cocoon,
   a foetus moving
in a jelly womb,
   irises and corneas
         assembling into eyes
                    eager to explore
                a world outside;
      those first times
when regrets are
               abstract concepts
                             not feelings
                        growing roots
       in subconscious pools;
all the things I'd redo,
              my deepest desire
                              to be anew
 Feb 2016 Bill murray
K Mae
Crescent moon
I am full with void
touching light
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