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 Mar 2015
The Anonymous Joker
I let my hair go
Stride into your space
And out
Weaving through

Always a dance
Always running
To-away from you

Intentional
Even as your teeth

Break open my lips

And the skies
Could bleed red

But as my teeth
Give back as good
As they get


We don't need to look up,
love

There's red on you

I stare at your lips
Never into your eyes
Response to my gorgeous partner, belleb's http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1120378/want-to-sail-away/

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 Mar 2015
belbere
pour me a drink
from the grooves
in your hands, honey
i'll lap up your words,
sip your oceans
like wine
because i only find solace
in salt water hallucinations

and you
are the only form
of intoxication
that doesn’t make
me seasick
My extremely late response to The (amazing) Anonymous Joker's (Want) to recollect: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1050082/want-to-recollect/
 Feb 2015
The Anonymous Joker
the lines on our hands
mingle with the
roughness of the fibre

of our skins

talking of touches
long spent


-

there are grooves decorating
our feet

our soles are flattened

only reminders of the places we've been

-

crinkles beside our mouth and eyes

they speak
of smiles
to faces
whisper of tears
in air


-

sometimes
we forget
we drift


*and just like the last time,

we're drawn into the story that never finished
- a story never told
My response to the incomparable Belle B's poem, (Want) a choice: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1045032/want-a-choice/
 Jan 2015
belbere
darling, it's all a matter of
perception
how you see it

looking out from
parallel shores
we are glimpses
of more
in the distance
strangers to
burnt-out street lamps
and burnt-out sweethearts

darling
it's all a matter of
persepshun
how you feel it

vibrate in your
fingertips
dance upon your
skin with needlepoint
toes
bells resonating
in your ears,
a troubled storm abrew

darling, it's all a matter of
pearshipshon
how you taste it

another glass, more
*****, please
another burning trail
down your throat
the only kind
of warmth
we know

darling,
*it's all a matter of per-cep-tion
how you use it

Gone full-circle, we have. My response to my (beloved) Anonymous Joker's poem, (Want) some understanding: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1044994/want-some-understanding/

now featured in a song:
https://soundcloud.com/perspectiv3/whiitebantu-belle-b-want-a-choice
 Jan 2015
The Anonymous Joker
you said you wanted to see
but I felt it could never be


you circle scars
i circle



we've gone ways, love

i said




when they marched in

they saw
they condemned


could barely move a muscle


but the walls didn't hold
and the passersby

have just had it with us


and our airy tones
  weighed down


we couldn't help ourselves
love, let alone each other


we saw the skies bleeding red





*or was it just us?
We've decided to bring it back. My reply to (sensational) Belle B's poem, (Want) to rewind: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1044945/want-to-rewind/
 Jan 2015
belbere
We are intertwined
an intricate braid of
capillaries and veins,
arteries pumping blood
two heartbeats at
a time

This is not
Fate not a universal
design destiny has
no place along
our twists and
turns

We are unique
shards of broken galaxies
fallen to the earth
No two stars
are the same

But our trail
will light the skies
Distinct, Contrasting
Blues and Reds
woven into the fabric
of an unravelling world
Every time I respond I seem to be running off a tangent. Alas, here it is, my reply to The (lovely) Anonymous Joker's poem (Want) only some time: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1037713/want-only-some-time/

Feel free to run off tangents with us ~
 Jan 2015
The Anonymous Joker
the ocean of my bloodline calls out to me
from the sinew of my scars

we walk, strangers on parallel shores


the cigarette butts have been rubbed out all over my inner thigh

a flash there

another here

the platinum shackles on my ears and hand
betray my animosity

- this is no social call
a delusion of stagnancy
the light changes,
i change

camouflage remains my speciality




(Out-take for want)
 Jan 2015
The Anonymous Joker
Hoist your skirts

Tears sparkling like champagne
were always overrated


getting in the way


Ours are the streets

The night

the skies


Let's go out safe
in our dreams,
our memories



Yet everyone marches on

The deluge of music washes around us


As it bears us farther away

Your hands slip through mine
Yet our incisors show

Sharp
Wanting

The bruises don't fade

But a neighbour group
Makes us brush past each other

They said we'd be ashamed

They said they'd rather die

They said there was no time






Our dance lasts our breaths
As the moon hides

Another game tonight
Response to the brilliant Belle B's poem which can be found at: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1018346/want-a-curtain-call/

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 Jan 2015
belbere
circle scars
and you circle scars
all along the lengths of your arms
black where red once
did the trick
got enough to take your pick
crisscross patterns
round your wrists
there's no patch of skin been missed
said you'd stop
so now you take
a pen instead of razor blade
cigarette stays
in your lips
safer than your fingertips
but inside out
you're still the same
circle scars
and you circle
an out-take to our collection
 Jan 2015
belbere
The curtains close
over our eyes
And the guns play firework
lullabies

And the band marches
into our dreams
tonight
Parading beneath
our red spotlight

Encore, encore!
We're not satisfied
Their limbs are tired but
the *****'s not dried

The stage demands
its sacrifice
Sleep cannot comfort while
closed eyes still cry
Response to (Want) to make merry by The Anonymous Joker which can be found here: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1017650/want-to-make-merry/

It's going to be a grand collection.
 Jan 2015
The Anonymous Joker
I saw them calling for us
As they broke down the walls

But I didn't have much to give
So I laughed
Opening my wrists and giving them my all

They danced...
How they twirled and sang

My demons
as they finally thought the din
was too clamorous

The ***** has dried on my feet and I

I just need it off of me
As my nails seek to give my blood
An out

But my friends, those **** fools,
They danced

And I kept laughing
And crying
It was like a dam had burst

And I cried

As they laughed
But the blood came out with them

I just want some rest now

Need some sleep
Need to close my eyes

*Love,
I had fun
Response to (Want) the tantaraza by BelleB which can be found at: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1017185/want-the-tantaraza/

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 Jan 2015
belbere
Our dance is meant for two.

They pirouette and we weep
They pirouette and we drink
The peals are a haven
We stagger forward
Our appeals beg for haven

The only choreography we know
Is that of broken bottle footsteps
Imprinted on the floor
Turn left turn left
There's not enough time
Turn where turn where
Do we go next?

Our dance was made for two.*

The room pirouettes and we drink
The world pirouettes and we weep
The "tantaraza" is a dance in the novel "Slaves of the Mastery", the second in the brilliant Wind on Fire Trilogy. It's a wonderful novel, and the dance is written breathtakingly.

Written in response to (Want) some barriers too by The Anonymous Joker: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1016038/want-some-barriers-too/

This is our collection.
 Jan 2015
The Anonymous Joker
Baby,
Can't you hear the bells?

They've come for us

Love,
Close the shutters
We only have a few more hours

As the regrets and phantoms
Rain down over our heads

The thunder fades from our veins

Sweetheart*,
Only a couple more hours

Let the lights dim

The ***** will flow around our ankles
And we'll be there

Hush, my dear,
One day,
We will be there
Written in response to (Want) a shelter built for two by BelleB: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1015925/want-a-shelter-built-for-two/

Welcome to our collection :)
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