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 Jun 2019
Jack Jenkins
So many words placed with delicate zeal I have left at your feet
Cover to cover my love for you fills the book of my heart
Has anyone loved as fervently as I have you?
My pages remain eternally locked away
None has the heart to read them
I don't even have a key left
There is no use for one
You remain alone
Pallid lover
I'm sorry
//On her and love//
 Jun 2019
Traveler
Please come back
My longing heart calls
Such kindness you've shown
You've softened my falls...
Come back my muses
My loving friends
Leave me not
Here alone
  Unable to mend....
Please come back if you can
My dearest HP friends
.........................................
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2019
Jack Jenkins
Well these days I'm not fine
Sitting and staring at flowers that aren't mine
Breathing a breeze that smells of seawater
Thinking of my heart beneath those distant waves

I need someone but no one can help me
Everyone says to "get some help please"
What does that look like through my lenses?I

Help for you is not help for me
Help for them is not help you you
Help for me is a mystery

Shrouded and ambiguous
It flies like migrating birds far beyond my reach
//On anxiety//
 Jun 2019
Traveler
Perhaps there's a force
Behind these poetic flows
A gathering of life times
All of our personal
   Hell's in toll...
Images
Cave-wall drawling
Books we've may have written
All our experiences
       All our misgivings...    
Here and now
Trapped within!
The subconscious mind
Warps and bends
To be a Poet
A calling within!!!
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2019
Traveler
Once upon a time
26 years ago
I was forced
To stuff those feelings down
All that had ever
Made me sad
Or left me feeling low
Such feelings I denounced
So easily they seemed to go...
That's when I started writing
Poetry to save my life
Bars upon those windows
And beyond the free sunshine

So many years
I escaped my miseries
Unfortunately
They all still existed
Somewhere
Subconsciously...
Life is a struggle
Trying to realign
Poetry connected me
To the Divine
..............................
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2019
Chelsea Rae
When I see the rain outside I think of serenity,
but then I see the lightning crackling across the dark purple sky,
And I remember my spurts of anger.

Then I hear the thunder rumble through my chest, shaking loose the things that have calcified into my ribcage.

Things I've tried to pry apart and chip away; the memories I've tried to rid myself of,

But I know deep inside my withering heart

That you were always the only storm
I wanted to be destroyed by.
I miss you.
 Jun 2019
Cné
Locked in your fiery eyes i submit
naked, **** exposed to be exploited
by Your will i lay before you awaiting....
to begin Our intimacy
wanton to please

Breathing in the anticipation
i am frozen by Your hesitation
for i crave                    
Your touch,
              Your lips,
                               Your embrace
in every rise of my *******
breathing deep
my thoughts creep
and time slows

In Your soul, i wish to peek...

Behind the lurking darkness in Your eyes
Is it love or lust hidden in disguise

i acquiesce
my forbidden fruit i wish to bare
the entrance to my sacred chambers
ripe with carnal desire
may it be Your pleasure

To imprint Your sting
forever seared
upon my redden flesh
so that it lingers in tenderness
long after Our journey

Your caress against my flesh
in piercing pleasure resonates
up the curvature of my spine
releasing infinite electric butterflies
i cannot hide

You plunge deep below the surface
infusing Our bodies as One
rhythmically in motion
edging each crest before plunging
deeper into the next
into the depths of brazen hunger

i want to surrender
though my growl cannot be hidden
‘neath the rumble of my heighten instinct
to soar in expletive exclamation
my animal within

my pounded thighs spread wider
below pulsating muscles
beating louder, harder, deeper
my cavity contracts
howling in blazed heat

i scream
through my glare
into Your eyes
of consent again, release me
in the allowance of your’s
entwined

Allow me to feel you
as you fill me
emotions untethered
in Your mind
Your body and spirit

The rapture of Your release
i capture
in my mind
my body and soul
anchored to my memory
Our journey

In gaping breath
We fall ...

Entangled in blissful euphoria
Your shivering body envelopes mine
a sweet embrace
a tender kiss
long has it been since I’ve felt such passion
i admit...
A collaboration
with multi sumus
https://hellopoetry.com/conundrum/
each posting our own.
Thank you multi sumus for the pleasure of including me into your writing world.


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2678968/lovelust-act-i/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2702803/lovelust-act-ii/

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2869242/lust-act-iii/
 Jun 2019
Hadrian Veska
Smoke, thistle and gnarled tree
The way we walk is one of three
The road up high, the one down low
And the middle part that most do go
Few did know and fewer now still
That all three ways have their fill
Of danger, joy, hope and hate
Only to tell once it's too late
What path it was they traveled on
When at the end they stand at dawn
At the gates of heaven
Or in the valley of death
All roads we take lead the same place
The only difference made
By the one who walks the path
 Jun 2019
Butch Decatoria
There’s a sort of hectic language
Life’s inner city airs
The indigent grime, swearing
They do declare
As heated as Vegas summers
All ‘round the block
On the Chinatown Strip
Spring mountain valley view
The homeless congregations
Rolling their luggage
Like albatross droppings
Migratory fixtures
**** white on black walls
Black in white veins
Rolling luggage
Keeping precious metals
Coin collecting, jewelry
The bling and fake gold rings
Anything a ***** can trade
For foil wrappings
Thick with high grade
Napping in the inferno
Silver state of epidemic
Many rolling “carryon luggage”
Goes without saying
That sort of summertime language
Inner city airs
That begs
Help. To differ.
They do
Declare

It should mean war…
But, come again
welcome to our fabulous city!
Sin ain’t fair.
Love is lost here.
And still in herds, in droves
Conventions packed disinventing us
Folk.
(Frivolous chatter)
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