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 Aug 2015
ukown
i smoked the cigarette of the moon
on the lip of a river
with a quilts feet
full red & shy
i put my ear
on the wine
hopeful to hear your voice
but with a loud revenge said
i injuring the grapes heart
and it's quenching me blood
Oh ! i'm in love , yes i'm in ...
i ride the Aladdin carpet
on the higher waves desert
Looking for the smile secret
Of the sun to the moon
i walked and winds under darkness fiddle
the symphony of winter on
the autumn string
saturate breath to dead sea
tweeting long to see your face
Oh! a flower in my heart garden
time pick you & strength the dry
is life a Housemates ?
or the mirror time is a juggler !
how can i be sane and your sights
settled the bristles walnuts mosaic
oh ! blond entity,the breeze of your tufts
fertilize the honey more sweetness
Treachery time On me
by the smile of enemies
i wouldn't trust ,but the good hospitality
The arrows war rip my desire
shall i know if
can i escape you love?
 Aug 2015
Jude Jaden
is like
moonlight in a,
lofty wood, that
pours pale magic
through the
shadowy leaves.
it is within us
vague yet vivid
soundless yet deafening
boundless yet finite
this could be nothing
if you see it
as a perception of your mind
this could be everything
if you believe in it
beyond your limitation*

©IGMS 2014
the magic lays within us
and if you truly believe in it
everything you do will be perfectly crafted
 Aug 2015
beth fwoah dream
lapping waves
the kiss of the water
the fire of the sun.
 Aug 2015
Sally A Bayan
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When still, there was light,
not one of them was in sight
they hang upside down
certain not to fall on the ground
this very moment, i  hear their wings flap
deep into the night, they won't stop
here, there...they fly...so alive...so brave,
as they emerge  from shielded nests and caves

i feel them...but do they feel me?
i hear them...do they hear me?
i am not too far from their realm
between us stands a concrete wall, high and firm
do they know that at night, like them,  I stay awake?
amassing all the strength i can...to fight the ache?

my own shaded presence weighs over my head like a block
i sail on long rivers of angst and despair, during nights so black...
see, this has made me oblivious, of my fear of the dark

as first light comes...tiny bursts of rays peep, and start to spread
what little dark is left, they rush, then hide from the light they dread
silenced, as sun is upon us...this life of theirs, they never intended
and i, through the day, must appear as a super hero...impenetrable
for the others, see me with strength, unwavering...dependable

i often wonder if my courage is feigned
was this acquired from an avalanche of pain
kept from long ago
that i just couldn't show?
if so, why do i feel at times, that my efforts are in vain?

late, late hours, i gather every drop  of courage
as these sharp-eyed bats in flight, fearlessly crash...as if in outrage.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^batsinflight^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Sally

­Copyright August 8, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
When mine Queen's tear's cometh down
I feeleth the rain, pouring from the cloud's;
When mine queen seeketh not to be alive
Mine soul sink's, drown's as I die.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Aug 2015
beth fwoah dream
i’m broken
the way every writer is
broken and the words fall
out of the cracks.
 Aug 2015
brandon nagley
Mine Jane
O' mine jane;
How I canst not waiteth
To seeith thine face.

Mine Jane
O' godly jane;
Ourn bones shalt locketh
Inside, between ourn hand's.

Mine Jane
O' darling jane;
When we do meeteth
I shalt removeth thine old stain's.

Mine Jane
O' angelic jane;
Douse me in thy slaver
Showeth me that amour, thou hath written on paper.

Mine Jane
O' **** Jane;
Bringeth thine leg's closer
Maketh me beg, pull the blonde on mine head, be the chauffeur.

Mine Jane
O' goddess jane;
Throweth me down, back to the ground
Jump on me, childplay.

Mine jane
O' Filipino Jane;
Calleth mine name
I'll yet back louder, us both bursting in hott flame's.

Mine Jane
O' masterpiece jane;
No word's, hush love
Taketh me again.

Mine Jane
O' mine Filipino rose;
Who careth what other's think
The whole world already knoweth.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
slaver means saliva in old tongue for you who don't know (:
 Aug 2015
ThePoet
It is not the
existence of God
in which I find
myself a doubt,
but the existence
of my own in
which I find
myself without

©
a state or condition
of which
this whole **** world
is being put
in the pocket
of your heart
being hard to breath
hard to move

©IGMS
emptiness weights most.
~~~
you want to witness the truth?
then
you shouldn't see it
with your eyes*

©IGMS
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