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 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
hello petal.
are you yawning fire?
sleepy head weasel
with long kites in a breeze
with too many termites
in your actual house.
i see your tears
when they laugh at my tears
and you’ve wondered off.
somewhere between yes
and
maybe
knot.

i love your solution
to the whole intractable
bloom.
how your flowers are my forest
is like

wow!
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
there is no taming the skin… only the move your bones dream
and the perdition  of untapped memes, sprawling in the perfume
of our disquieted assembly. soothing thorns
north of our spine
as crumble joy mocks the the path
of our appalling
with a woeful rime too bright
in the head
to have all
the problems
of being too
unloved.
tonight.
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
we are not common. we are “ other than “ and then some.
more like a gaggle of geese in a windmill forged in the furnace
of lost tongues. cute and abbreviated . but on fire
like an ice song.
we keep the heat where the actual gods of our demise
laugh too hard to be soft now, because
"Gods".
i sleep in your dreams now
like a nocturne in a fable.
i keep our secrets where they are naked
and too broad to be discreet
at sunrise.
i assume you have wings
and therefore the night
will have to chase
us both.
too fleet to be real.
too genuine
to be
less
than
Us.
 Oct 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
In order to gain knowledge you must want it first...when you want knowledge like you want air under water then you will get it.
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
I don't want the storm to come inside.
the rain. the snow driven mule in my vestibule
of  misbegotten hopscotch phantoms
and the wraiths of my sincere
dilemmas.

i don’t want the storm to come
with all its anguish sunning in the breeze
of my typhoons like a gluttonous calliope
harping madness and happiness in discreet dim
where the bright is young enough to disremember you
as long as you can’t Love when it counts.
like a falling star is an apple
when your wish is
fruitless.

dark ample.
 Oct 2020
Erik Luo
I held your hand
as I fell
into the night

The pain I felt,

it flew away
with the clouds
 Oct 2020
Thomas W Case
As I hear the wind blow through the leaves of the ancient cottonwood trees.
And I watch the squirrels gather their nuts and prepare for the coming winter, I'm reminded of a few things that come softly in the whisper of the autumn wind for all to hear, if they listen.

Behind the poem is a poet, a lover, maybe a mother or a father. But most of all there is a human being. They feel, and they love. They have been overwrought with pain. And enraptured by Joy. They need  compassion and friendship and the human touch.
Tread lightly, for you tread upon
their hearts.
Lovers will always love. Haters will always hate. What a putrid existence to not have compassion for our fellow man. Me and my friend Luis are experimenting with turning poetry into music, please check out our projects on  https://www.bandlab.com/thomaswcase .
 Oct 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
Although it's a bit unfair to choose between parents...ive always found my heart to be strongly biased towards my mom...and the reason for that I think is this... Among all the  people who have known me or have come to know me...no one understands or has been able to understand me quite as well as she does...its like she can feel every beat of my heart...and I guess that's what makes mothers so special..I deeply regret the times I've mistreated her.. The times I've misspoken to her...i wish I could go back in time and change those moments...I want to give her nothing save for joy and happiness for as long as I live.
 Oct 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
The basic difference between a kid and a grown up-

A kid always feels more than he thinks while with an adult it's the complete opposite...most of the times he is either looking way behind or way ahead...constantly analyzing and planning..very seldom does he live in the present.
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