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 May 2021
Juneau
puffed out chest, ignorant, aggressive, and far too conceited
these are the traits of a man whose biggest fear is looking defeated
to admit fault and apologize is the same as having retreated
one can't debate these fools as the arguments will soon become heated
and odds are if you keep this up you're bound to be maltreated
it's like their brains are underdeveloped; functioning yet uncompleted
they don't learn from lawful punishment and the behaviour is repeated
my patience with some people is really becoming depleted
if only there were an ethical way to have some of them deleted
February 4, 2015
fifty-three
 May 2021
Juneau
social justice activists
online P.C. warriors
are ending free speech
 May 2021
Juneau
deep down in this well
sitting here with Haruki
a deep well for thought
February 25, 2015
 May 2021
Juneau
it was not quite morning when i woke in my bed
in the doorway there was darkness and a black figure i read
standing in the doorway in silence, not a word, nothing said
i could just make out its eyes: yellow, and black with a hue almost red
it was staring at me. filling me full with dread
i saw it's hands rested on the doorframe with fingers wide-spread
i tried not to scream but an airy hiss left my head
just as all of my courage and sanity fled
i swear this figure, back into the darkness it bled
until i could no longer tell it from the shadows at the foot of my bed
February 11 2019

fifty-eight

Couldn't sleep last night
 May 2021
bk
Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.
 May 2021
Onoma
wind gust, blood

and thorn.

upturned umbrellas.

many over--rose

bushes angling

for rain.

foremost faces.

livid with the loss

of color, having

become season-wise.

red at war with wilt,

a painless once.

an unimaginably

excruciating twice,

all in the span of a

color.
 May 2021
Onoma
as dandelion spores are

hysterically grafting finales

in over-bright air....

a snowflake falls at the

center of the galaxy.

that will never melt.
 May 2021
ju
She loves you, she loves you not?

She loves you.

You learnt from somewhere, that tenderness -
that no-word smile.

You learnt from her.
You learnt from her.

Where is she now?

Missing from her own eyes, own hands.

You cling, you cry.

She loves you.
She loves you.

I will hold you 'til she’s found.
 May 2021
ju
~
He picks at the fray of her gaze
‘til she frowns. Sews shut her mouth

with too many questions.

We grow roots.

Sun shines hot through a tall window, and
she curls to me like vine.

We wind together, sway ‘til her small hands
whisper at the nape of my neck -

Finished, done.
 May 2021
Mogheer K Barghuthy
when light and shadow share your face, justice bleeds all colors
when you smile the sun beneath my skin cracks a pomegranate
red garnet comes to life.
this tango of lights ripens  my  heart as a fig,
crowded with seasons ,
on your fingers I counted my absence and my presence
  when i think of you. ,you are the tribes in my voice
every mom like every city has her unique smell and yours is the smell of life, Mom
 May 2021
Chris Saitta
Love is not a maturation of voices to the more sublime,
But sotto voce, an undertow of groping intonations,
The sod of soil hearts cast across the reaping sea.
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