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once upon a time you looked at this boy
as though his eyes led you to another universe
you would savor the taste of his rose lips against your own
you laid in the park
motionless
both of you were afraid to make the first move
and eventually, he did
and that changed everything
you spent all your spare time with him
cuddling and watching movies
and playing soccer in the park
like nothing else in the world mattered
that boy
and that summer

but eventually
the temperature began to fall
along with the leaves on the trees
and he went off to college
but he came back on a cool fall night
and you sat by the fire in his sweatpants
while he held you and pressed his cold nose against yours
and that night you cried yourself to sleep
because you knew it was the end
of that boy
and that summer
this
is my first poem
with no capital letters.

and i don't know
why it matters so much,
because the height
or shape
of a letter
has nothing at all to do
with what you are trying to say
or how you feel,
if, of course,
you are one of those lucky few
who feels anything at all.

(a.m.)
 May 2014 Cadence Musick
JN
Write
 May 2014 Cadence Musick
JN
i wanted to write about the sea
but ended up jotting down things
about you and me
To follow a fox into the night is a tale of leafy footsteps,
rattled by the wind.
Warning bells and silent hells but who am i to tell the difference.

Noir, Noir,
a followers eyes tremble in the sight of just a tail.
Hungry wolves await the fool,
now isn't that foxy?

*

Be as wise as a serpent, but as harmless as a dove, because devilish tricks linger below thee above.

   Tori Amos - Bells For Her
Babylon slim
-ness of
evenslicing
eyes are chisels

scarlet Goes
with her
whitehot
face,gashed

by hair’s blue cold

jolts of
lovecrazed abrupt

flesh split “Pretty
Baby”
to
numb rhythm before christ
...

What is life and what is Death?
Two bits of the letter set.

For the paper, just a word.
But in you another world.

Yes, that is true, for everything lies within you.
None the less they make a huge mess.

Like a painting on a canvas, Drawn by an artist from the ashes.

The sins are thy flaw, with out death life is raw.

You can not picture the taste with out the thirst.

To know death, You need to walk through it first.

...

-KD
 May 2014 Cadence Musick
Wanderer
Luscious swirl colors
Sunlight reflecting off of
Rainbow jeweled depths
White cotton absorbs the laughter
In banded, restricted patterns
Blue lazy afternoon
Pink sugar candy
Green that's not so easy
Indigo spot light shining
Mimosa bubbles fizz with comedic intent
Juicy honey bells spiking my taste buds
I soak you up, great God of life
In turn creating sacred geometric love
On simple fibers
*splash your soul in thousand foot puddles. Leave your laughter everywhere*
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