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 Jun 2015
Havran
A writer
is someone with an old soul,
a young heart,
and a timeless mind.

-*D.C.
 Jun 2015
Havran
because look at them
gallivanting about
the avenues
and boulevards of your skin
as if you are not
the very accumulation of stardust
after countless supernovas
marked the end of old stars
making way for new ones,
as if your eyes
held not a single secret of the universe
even when it's so painfully obvious
with
just
one
glance
that that is not the case.

Here's to them
when they tell You
or make you feel
as if you're not worth a single coin.

*Because you're worth more
than all the treasure in the world.
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
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on a hill stood wicked tree
a single root, branches three

one branch was war
one branch was want
one branch was greed
horrid haunt

its root was pride
its power great
acid soil of perfect hate

its bark like scabs
sulfuric green
a stunted growth
twisted . mean

lichen of ignorance
crusted there
on the north side
of despair

black mushrooms
sprouted from its pores
growing from
starvation's spores

and yet it thrived and gave its fruit
they were put forth by the root

these carried seeds to plant in season
they want it growing for some reason

they plant it lone upon a hill
where it can grow
it's growing
still

it grows from you
it grows from me
we feed that hateful

wicked tree


soulsurvivor
rewritten
(c) 6/13/2015
first draft 2014
when will we water
LOVE
?

---
 Jun 2015
Jason Cole
He raised me the old-fashioned way
Never spared the rod
Worked daylight to dark
Except for Sundays
Never heard him say
His life was hard
Taught me to drive a stick
To hunt, to fish, to throw a lick
And how to take one

Good times fly by
Years fade away
Yesterday dies
Time cries

Daddy was a good ol' boy
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
Well they're about as good as it gets

He gave up all the boyhood dreams
And plans he'd laid  
So that I'd have some
Sometimes he'd speak and gaze
A glimpse of better days
Back on the farm
I can just see him now singin'
"Not Fade Away" and "True Love Ways"
There in the sun

Good times fly by
Years fade away
Yesterday dies
Time cries

Daddy was a good ol' boy
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
Well they're about as good as it gets

I carry his picture in my wallet
Together with his boyhood dreams
The picture is of him at 12 years old
My wallet's bustin' out at the seams

Time cries out for them good ol' boys
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
My Daddy was as good as it gets

Time cries out
For the heart of the South

Time cries out
For the heart of the South

Time cries out...
Time cries out...
Time cries out...

© Jason Cole
A song that I wrote about my Daddy. He died in 2010. Country-folk style.
 Jun 2015
niamh
Gleaming morning dew
Kisses the flowers awake
Intimate mornings
 Jun 2015
Tea
with every breath i took
my lungs filled with you;
and for every second that
your heart was closed to me
I taught myself how to breathe
again.
I lost all self respect waiting for you to come around
but I don't write about you anymore.
 Jun 2015
Dr Zik
I don't fear death
but to die in each moment
useless without you
Dr ZIK Poetry
 Jun 2015
Chris
~

O’ thee, my precious shimmer’d feather
O’er loves sweet glow thou sketch my smile
Doth bring a’ breath, euphoric weather
Come lay with me a midday while

Yon field a’ bloom o’er windswept dream
‘pon wings of bluest azure skies
A’ rest these banks long trickling stream
Whilst find my gaze ‘pon cascade eyes

Thou art my spring, pure woven bliss
Lest not a day forth bid we fare
That I’ve not felt thy petal’d kiss
O’ scent’d touch neath moonlit glare

For I, of lonesome nightscape sleep
Doth find thy beauty, savor’d charms
A’ shine ‘pon me O’ feelings seep
Star shower’d dream within my arms

Lo hallow’d ground o’er whisper’d breeze
Neath flowing chinaberry vine
As witness’d, firefly ‘dorned trees
*O’ thee forev’r to be mine
"Take thy rest M'lady of Exquisite Bloom, til coming dawn finds once more"

Translation; Good Night Beautiful
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