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 Sep 2013 Meeks
Andy Brendell
Say one more time the crown of beauty's dying. Without the shine the gown of beauty's wilting. 'Tis nothing fair a timid being. Fear not, stand tall against them halt from fleeing. Prove thy might young maiden now before ye bitter.

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Dear Restless, don't you know when you mess with the Mother it comes back twofold? Reckless actions masking your denial feeding her disapointment. Striving to get your way, darling, but you'll never be happy. One wrong move after another and she's coming for you baby one way or another.

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One day, one night, lost track, lost time. Standing alone I see all to be done, but lack ambition to clean the slate. Whereas, together I'm blinded and forgetful. Seconds pass, alright, but seconds build to minutes as a steady trickle builds to a stream. Soon enough I find myself trapped in a river. I can't escape, I'm caught in a current of disassociation. So what if I drown here? No, I want want more more. Every second a thought runs by and like the trickle turns into a dream. I feel that I think I can, but as I think this there's another stream building, the one that's pulling me back. As I'm drowning, the seconds tick..tick..tick. Just one strong lunge and I'm air bound to a new element, the one I was meant to survive in. Soon I will take a lungfull of that bountiful production the leaves breath for me. I will bask in the glorious light and love to be loved. Just one .. Strong .. Lunge.

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Just get on your feet and run, baby, run. Glance behind you once, no shame, twice and you'll lose your footing. I tripped when I tried to get out of misery, but I'm standing up now and tying those laces tight. Moral of these things is normally not to run anymore.. Not here, I intend to keep going.

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This road we travel on may some day bring us to our peace, but in the meantime we'll roam this place one offbeat path at a time. Join me on a magical adventure to nowhere and I swear you will never forget it. Peace, love, and wickedry shall set you free.
 Aug 2013 Meeks
Redshift
you are allowed a certain amount of dissonance in this world
and when it is up
you are shuffled back into the sticky embrace of playing cards
where you must learn all the new games
as they come with the changing times.
you must not put up a fuss...
honey,
it's not your place
you do not run the game
you are here
to be
played.
 Aug 2013 Meeks
Showman
First there is the prep.
The roommate.
Wearing salmon colored pants.  
He has Shaggy from ****** Doo
On his left thigh.
The alcoholic.
She has a drinking problem.
She is in denial of her drinking problem.
She hangs out with the loners.
The loners.
Unkempt, unattractive and fat in all the wrong places.
The blond looks like Tom Petty.
The one with dark hair, glasses and braces
They live next door.
Living together but segregated. 
Wild cards.
All of us.

©Gambit '13
 Jul 2013 Meeks
Legion
But.....
 Jul 2013 Meeks
Legion
I step to the rhythm of the beat;
   But slowly.
I walk along in the paths of life;
   But the other way.
I see happiness and joy around me
   But not my own.
I try to restore balance and peace
   But I'm so conflicted.
I understand other people's problems
   But I can't forgive myself.
I
   But
I
   But I...................


****.
 Jul 2013 Meeks
Legion
When an Angel
 Jul 2013 Meeks
Legion
When an angel cries,
The whole world stops to listen.
When an angel dies,
The whole world weeps and mourns.
When an angel cries,
The whole world stops to listen.

So why don't they see her?
I watch fly
every house,
on every street
by and by.
will be ours
paved tile,
lazy swings,
wild flowers.
a little roof
up and up
down to every
little glass cup.
mixed mugs,
a bedroom for two
walls painted
green, purple, blue.
this is true
any place
your face
my home is you.
 Jun 2013 Meeks
Kaitie
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 Jun 2013 Meeks
Kaitie
Such contrast
with time,
awakens emotion
far above what
feels familiar.

Black coffee,
thin and weak.
We talk above the rising steam
about fires within.

Up those wooden steps
past the two Skeletons hanging by the two windows
and through the door that can be nudged open by the breeze,
Dog wiggles brightly
for my arrival.
If a new friend comes in too,
her boundaries are pushed and
out-she-pushed a snarl
fierce--too fierce--for a small pup.

Outside the shade will cool
but the Sun is what we need...
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