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Lipstick streets
Chinese  lullabies
Grooving reminisming
Playing and delaying
Hide and seek with a lunatic
A minefield in my mind  
Attractive perceptive
Discarded,battered
Wine hair weeping
Spoken and used
I had a dream last night
I met a man
Who liked me for me
The awkward things I said
The words that just pop out my head
He just liked me for me
The glittering lights
Of the City below
Shimmer in the
Sunrise glow
As I perch on
My rocky throne
To admire them.
Neon snails slowly
Inch their way along
The distant highway.
Flocks of starlings
Spray themselves
Across the rosy sky
And I am content.
           LJM
A different way of getting high.
 Apr 2020
Traveler
I lost him
A while ago
Every now and then
People still greet him
I’m not sure
Who they thank
“I am”

Yet he came around
Just the other day
He took the reins
While I was unaware
He insisted that everybody
Go outside and stare up at the stars
It was a magical moment

Man can he party!
I woke up the next day with a hangover
And he was gone again
So why you’re out there
Stumbling around in your daily life
Go outside look at the sun look at the stars
Don’t wait for Tim to show up.
Traveler Tim
 Apr 2020
Chelsea Rae
Oh, the joy it brings

To witness and to write

Of all of life's

Beautiful things.
 Apr 2020
Chelsea Rae
Sometimes I wonder
Is it more beautiful
For two opposing forces
To clash together
And make something new
Or would it be better
To fill in your cracks
With your other
Missing half?
 Apr 2020
Butch Decatoria
Since the day I awoke, within myself,
among the dead men, walking amidst the beginnings ending,
into a more serious version of mine
self... there I awoke.
Now in my forties / a toys-r-us type of young homie, I carried on without worry;
the laid back kid--type of guy,
who’d love to be in love with love,
the romantic idea of... a perfect kiss supernovae.
Something more than the mundane now,
We’re all at war with our doubts,
the lies every ****** person is spewing out
I wanted more than something not like this.
Why wake now, now when everything
begins to end / the child now must grow up. (Freudian)
Do not be depend/dent.

Alone alive / separated from that human connection,
feeling complete, a recognition of precious lives all the same,
or somethin’ intrinsic to mortality
every requiem Dream ...

All as one as life as grand as vast... as love,
as cosmic as... heaven up above.
Since that day I woke,
I begin to miss it the most, to be more
Participating
That human experience, once carefree & dreamlike
Paradise,
we are amiss of the truthfulness of it
We still sadly resist, existence still imperfect
Life already dismissed, taken,
advantage / playing pretend
losing Love to survival mode.
I feel lost, yo!  without that feeling connected...
Fathers and sons, bro to bro, each other know, y’know?
Since the day I awoke

to childhood’s end, at war
with the souls of men, again ourselves we harm,
the pain without... and on earth, a home,
A world full of soul...
plurals about, praying to one,
just one to know. To heart.
Since sad these bitter times just before the night,
let us bask in the last rays of Golden
sun, the light t’while the green miles
before we are undone... before
Any hope of getting woke
Humanity as a whole...

At war / in hell—a hell of pitch dark,
drowning in the black
The fear, the space time, its infinite width
that men want to claim / themselves define
It’s shores polluted skies ...

(****** upon to gorge, we parasites blind)
Men made / manifest more a destiny beyond barbarian,
past angst and hungry
For purpose, for a shared experience as a whole / a world,
For something more than what’s real, made here,
earth bound and heavy...
I awoke.
As Human as Experiment, flagella in Terra’s petri-dish.
Amidst the suffering, our beautiful breakdown, I awoke.
I see it now, now at dead ends... here’s looking forward to childhood once again. Before. Gone.
Only human. An oxymoron,
I am the great experiment.
Revised
 Apr 2020
Carla
This burden is too great, I find betrayal such a heavy load. Tis not enough to say that I can pray it away, when the devil lives just down the road.
Out of sight does sometimes mean out of mind.
 Apr 2020
Nylee
My mind tickles,
My heart itches,
it is crawling on my skin
There is no comfort in living.
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