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 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Lvice
You are a snake...
With a crooked smile and a bearded face
If you shaved I'd never recognize you
Unless you'd smile then I'd see your fangs
Go ahead slick...let her know!
Show her the feelings that you told *me

Make me promise
And drag me in
I'd rather let you break my pinky..
That's MY girl
No one hurts her
So you can keep your broken promises off her
Snakes slither..and it matches the way you walk
In perfect sync..
Funny that snakes can be considered to have pretty eyes
**Just like you
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Sarah Kunz
Hello world,
I like to imagine I could encapsulate you in my palm so my dewy lips could whisper you a secret and convey my twittering hearts contents, the message would succinctly read: "Well world you prolific matronly majesty you, I must confess I don't give a ****."
Now let me clarify, by saying this I mean I have accepted the temporary condition of this life.
I sling shot through your streets and meadows in an endless gambit of emotion. All I can hope for is to be as open as your halcyon skies allowing things to come and go and connecting with the inhabitants below with every ounce of sinew that my body can produce for our fickly allotted moments.
All we have is each other giving a **** doesn't bring us any closer, connection is found when you release your idea of self to the ether.
Stop giving a **** and only connect.
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan


Her eyes are the sunrise
that beckons my day
Welcoming butterflies
back out to play

Autumn leaves floating
on breezes divine
Chocolate pie whispers,
the sweetest design

Nightshade ambrosia
in moonbeam delight
Stardust the heavens
have sprinkled tonight

Oceans of wishes,
desire and love
Angelic moments
sent down from above

Her eyes are each evening
the sun has gone down
Mysteries tinted
a soft shade of brown

Midnight seduction
of sensual tone
Three AM kisses
when I am alone

Dark velvet lullabies
softly to stare
Sending me dreams
that my heart longs to share

Beauty a float on
these warm summer skies
That's what I see
when I look in her eyes
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan


Look to the heavens
and wish on a star
This summer evening
where ever you are

And if your wish is
I'll always love you
You can be sure that
your wish will come true
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Evna-Luna
~•~•I FELL IN LOVE~°•
Likening My Mind to my Lover

I fell in Love with a Stranger
A Stranger beyond the Sky
He calls me every night and day
He sees me every other time
He kisses me at midnight peak
And when all fall asleep
It's Just me and him
Me and Him
In a
  *CANVAS
  *where no one else could be

A MOONLIGHT CANVAS

I fell in love
With a Stranger
And he calls me every night and day
He sees me every other time
He kisses me when Rain visits the Earth
And when all the stars have gone hidden
When Morning falls slowly
And Sunrise
The Stranger becomes my mind
That stranger is my Mind
I fell in Love with him
As I write Poetry


**Evna-Luna©
I fell in Love with a stranger
That stranger is my mind
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Stephan
.

Someone said, “Hey Stephan,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that’s what you’re thinking of

Why are you always dreaming,
why is it you can’t see
That love is just a legend,
a made up fallacy

The world is filled with evil,
don’t you watch the news
CNN or NBC
or others you can choose

Clinton is a liar,
Trump is just a creep
They’ll both destroy the nation
for fortunes that they reap

Murders by the thousands,
death is in the streets
I can’t believe you haven’t seen
within the many tweets

Our water is polluted,
we’re choking on the air
They even have new bathrooms
for every one to share

Prices through the ceiling,
paychecks in the ground
Protesters are screaming,
you can hear them all around

There’s war in other countries
Servers have been hacked
Innocent bystanders
Caught in the attack

Drugs are running rampant,
****** is king
Coming through the border,
such a nasty thing

Little kids are crying,
not enough to eat
Living in the squalor,
sleeping in the street

So tell me, will you Stephan,
what’s up with what you write
Every poem filled with love,
morning, noon and night"

I looked at him a moment
and with all honesty
I said to him, "I’m sorry sir,
were you talking to me?

I was lost writing this poem
for one I do adore
I didn’t hear you talking,
could you please say it once more?"


**He just walked away shaking his head
 Aug 2016 B L Costello
Lvice
Trying to find rare people in this world's generation is like trying to find a book in a library of blank pages
Made a new friend today...there are still some pretty amazing people out there.
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