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 May 2016 Wanderer
Stranger Blue
My love was pure.
My lover was not.
Can my heart endure,
this painful little spot?
I think to myself.
Who am I to judge?
Take the stain remover
from the shelf,
it's just a little smudge.
 May 2016 Wanderer
Gabriel
Until now
 May 2016 Wanderer
Gabriel
Envision counting clocks simply melting as they slip away, work the calculation to find the valued measure of a day.

Blessed with flawless vanity void of any sense of direction, one can rarely see a vision if their soul has no reflection.

Nature hides creation strands like rivers underground, yet within the rainbow of Sol true enlightenment can be found.

How do we sow a seed when the soil has no life, how can we call for unity when we cannot remove the strife.

Breathe the winds of poison and drink the tainted water in, for this is evolution so only survivors win.

Broken is the system that forces family to fight to live, what is a better quality then our ability to give.

Most spend a lifetime thinking of schemes to take to get more, yet they rarely ever realize they end with nothing just as everyone before.

Those high and mighty always take while the lowly always give, for this is evolution and the only way we are allowed to live.


Until now......
Many are the memories
but too few are the memories
that I can still feel.
 May 2016 Wanderer
Devin Ortiz
Little Fire Dancer,
twirling about the night
These eyes mesmerized,
by the fiery performance

Exotic acrobatics
And a luminous soul
The danger in the motiob
Is transparent

Illusory beauty fades
Into flames of destruction
Footprints singe the ground
With elegant and tainted grace

This tango is a one way ride
Immersed in the fever
Step by step we burn
So brightly

Until this malevolent enchantress
Becomes one with a whisper
And I am left the only casualty,
Burned.
 May 2016 Wanderer
Poetry by MAN
Today I had a writer's dream
Challenged to create a scene
Shall I write some poetry
Release let it flow from me
If I had a **** to turn
All the way I'd let it burn
Molding letters with my tools
A creator doesn't follow rules
Definitions all in the mind
Meaning some will never find
A story that is born from me
Stolen moments of reality
As a writer I do the work
Reporter of the daily dirt
Putting soul into the lines
Insanity speaks in rhyme
Makes no sense so it seems
Waking from a writer's dream...
Poetry by M.A.N 5-11-16
 May 2016 Wanderer
This Guy
You will always be the door that would never close

You will always have a special place in my heart

You will always be
my one that got away

I do love you
and yes,
I do want to spend my time with you

but as hard as it seems,
We need to say our goodbyes,
We need to let this go,
We need to go back

So, goodbye, my love.
I am really happy with what we **had.
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