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 Oct 2020
Tom D
May we find the separation
between
our heart's heaven
and our mind's hell
and see it as
the light of things
 Oct 2020
Owen
Kronos laughs.
He sent you,
my other half,
my missing piece,
the air in my lungs,
the reason
my heart beats.
He sent you at the wrong time,
and theres not a thing I can do
to turn back the clock,
to get you back.
My helplessness
consumes me.
Hope is lost.
to have the right person come into your life at the wrong time.
 Oct 2020
Jonathan
Is it blood or birth?
Too dark to tell.
Is it heathenism or hope?
Too dark to tell.
Is it faith or freedom?
Too dark to tell.

The night is now
Too dark to tell.
In the trenches, we dig
Our graves of friendship.
 Oct 2020
John Destalo
my lips are

scissors or
swords or
scythes

whatever is
needed to

cut through
all the crap

spreading
through the

electric waves

thinking for
yourself is

the lost art

this is not
what they

meant when
they taught

us to share
 Oct 2020
Owen
You're proud of all that sarcasm.
I call it deceit.
I trusted too much.
and was knocked off my feet.
You talked a lot of talk.
Really made me believe.
But you dont walk the walk
I cant stand it
I was down on my knees.
So goodbye to your lies,
I'm so glad to be free.
done with flaky people
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
when i fell asleep
inside you
love was wide
awake
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
a tantrum of idle thoughts about you throughout the haze of day
resembles itself like a wave of unrelenting devotion surpassing lanes-
parallel to memory’s road that veers far left of our fondest wish
however we drive our sanity to the nearest bar to forget our hope.
it is love spilling into sleepy spoons
with tsunami dreams of perpetual
You.
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
Ingenious hourglass pinching a single grain in your sourmash
till it Distills the moment you forgot to be a Slave to your Aftermath
Reigning Supreme at the center of your Winter’s Wrath
Dining on Porcelain Lions dancing on a Plinth of Glass Ravens
As they Laugh in awe of your Emancipation
No longer under Grief’s Lash.

Reflection never stutters…
utterly stuck to who you are, should you Ask.
Faithful to a crisp seeming in the eye halls of your last Gasp,
If only we Knew, before we struck Bells in the Ice Caves of
Our deported Masks- And save Ourselves completely
From Our Symphonies
Of Painful Past.

But for Now our Love
in a Paper Flask.
 Oct 2020
Qualyxian Quest
It's just poems
Nothing more

Which is just me
My open door

I missed her long
I still implore

Silent nights
What are they for?
 Oct 2020
Third Eye Candy
Anchored to the tip of a vicious pin
too whalesong to cog
careful to strictly wither
with a liberal eye
at the foot of a moon
smelling salts and assaults
upon absolute time
like a
cage-breaker
mending
cages

with smart
hands to the task
at hand -
but dumbluck
for parchment
and large blocks of flotsam
charging into dawn
with an ornate spear
for the heart
of a mundane
dark.
lest your heart
be your
gallows

( tin star
and
hole ).
 Oct 2020
Buried Words
My body floats
While my mind drowns
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