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 Feb 2016
Gaffer
Rock, how long has it been
Is that three days now
Do you know what this means
No death for me
What do you see rock, am I free
You must see many like me
I’ll apologise for them
We’re the scourge I know
We come, we go
Unlike you rock, this paradise your home
Where you belong
Maybe this day is the end
Time to go
Alas no
Over yonder I see
So young and brave
Reckless and free
Coming for me
Tell me rock, was I young once
Did I kick a ball
You must know
Being so great and all
Look at them rock
Fighting to be free
Isn't it ironic, they're fighting me
I’m already free
Why am I here rock
Explain it to me
No time now rock they're here
I took the money
Time to earn my fee
Look at them rock
Dying to be free
So young
Dying to be free
Did you answer me rock
Was I ever young
Did I kick a ball
I’m out rock
It’s you and me
Don’t cry, let them be free
Isn’t it ironic rock
I'm also free.
 Feb 2016
Born
Sometimes believing in my illusions keep me going
© Ibrahim
 Feb 2016
PoETE Poet-Pete
Reflection is the best selection,
When your mind, body, and soul, lose connection,
time to reflect, look in the mirror for a positive reflection,
search for mind, body, and soul, affection, this shall be, the correct selection,
Everyday life, has a different perception,
Now use your mind, body, and soul, for some more positive protection,
Before you lose your marbles, to the minds deception,
Exercise your brain muscle, and release the tension,
Work overtime on it, as if it were your retirement pension,
Remember protect the mind, body, and soul, again and again I shall mention.......
LifeIsGood MindOverMatter KeepAclearMind ReflectionIsKey
 Feb 2016
Paul Butters
Id
My Id creates my sleeping dreams,
Our Super-Id our World
Or Universe
Perhaps.

I think I’m alone with you,
But that’s not so.
For when I sleep, Something provides those dreams.
They say it’s the Subconscious, or the Id
But whatever it is,
I’m totally at its mercy.

They say that when you “lucid dream”
You realise you are dreaming
And can take control.
I’m not convinced!

Sure, when lucid you can steer that dream somewhat,
But once that horse decides to bolt
You are Lost.

I need to write some rules for dreams,
A code of conduct for myself and you:
When dreaming:
Never leave a room for it will vanish.

Lost your things?
Don’t go chasing them!
Wait for them to come to you.

Find yourself undressed?
Don’t worry,
You’ll soon be clothed again.

When you lose your way back home,
Don’t search,
Just stand and wait
For home to come find You.

Think driving
And you’ll maybe have a car
Around you!

Think friends
And soon they’ll all appear.

Oh yes my Id remains my boss for sure,
And heaven forbid I ever have “waking dreams” –
“Monsters from the Id” indeed!
A “Forbidden Planet” I’d hate to face.

But with some late-night meditation,
Maybe I can manage,
My crazy sleeping dreams
A little bit.

As for that “Super Id”,
Well that’s another story.

Paul Butters
Someone asked me what the "Id" is. Well, my understanding is that it's the "Subconscious" or "Unconscious". Nothing to do with "ID" meaning personal identity. The Id creates Dreams!!! Bizarre sometimes... And yes, it's also a reference to "Monsters from the Id" - from the film "Forbidden Planet" (1956).
 Feb 2016
m i a
humans are like the night,
you see we only see the stars
in people's eyes,
when they're in their dark times.
when i see people cry, i always see the little twinkle in their eyes; almost like stars.
 Feb 2016
Daniel Ospina
Come aboard tamed sheep.
Let us ride the bandwagon
Towards the high cliff!
 Feb 2016
Pixievic
As the minutes tick by
Languidly
Seconds taking hours
To reach their goal
I ask myself
Is he here?!

Standing alone in a sea full of faces
Seeking
People turning from my
Penetrating gaze
And I ask myself
Is he here?!

Eyes closing, inwardly searching
Breathing
Thwarting the **** of noise
Head against the wall
And I tell myself
He   is   here!

The countdown begins

Ten, nine, eight
Eyes open

Seven, six, five
Mind uncloaked

Four, three, two
Red wine smile plastered on

One ....
Go!

A quick prayer
No!

I do not care
He   is   not   here

Raising glasses, toasting in
The New Year
With new hopes and dreams
Untrodden - unbroken
I ask myself
Am I here?

The universe opens its arms
Embracing
Asking for wishes
Promising fulfilment,
And I ask myself
Am I here?

The old year is gone - mine to
Forget
I kiss it farewell
With no regret
And I tell myself
I      am     here!

And here               And here

                 Forever

                               Here


(C) Pixievic 2016
Bizarre I know to post a poem about the new year in Febuary - but who am I to question my own madness!!
 Feb 2016
SøułSurvivør
>¡<

like a cygnet
i await the
lilly strewn liquid
of your love
where i can lap my
feet luxuriously
in your
idyll

>¡<

like a patch of soil
i await your root and seed
harrowed by your hands
turned under by your
undulating plows

>¡<

like an old shoe
i wait to cradle your heel
in comfort, and give you
the freedom to
point
a
toe

>¡<

like these things
i am not
comely
but like a
caterpillar
i await your
cocoon of carelessly
crumpled sheets
to preform my
metamorphosis
into the beautiful
Blue Mountain Swallowtail
you always knew

i could be*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/6/2016
this is a poem
dedicated to
my true love
for
Valentine's Day

a Blue Mountain Swallowtail is
indigenous to Australia
It is very lovely

>¡<
 Feb 2016
Ja
Love,
           does never die
But,
           like the setting sun
It,
           slowly sets and fades
Then,
            it just moves on

WIZDUMBs BY JA 608                 06-08-2015
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