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 Aug 2020
ghost queen
solitude is chosen
loneliness is not
 Aug 2020
starstrike
and for a moment
just a moment
everything stands still but me

and for a moment
just a moment
the world is mine entirely
 Aug 2020
Ashly Kocher
I can’t lie and say that I’m okay
These emotions hit me like a ton a bricks
Emotions hit me out of nowhere. Still trying to heal and process my miscarriage :(
 Jul 2020
Traveler
I must confess
I keep pictures of slave-owners
Well more or less
In my wallet
Sea-foam green
Fine frog hairs
Cash I mean
Picture printed on the backs of hemp
Were they heroes or merely wimps

Even my coins are incline
They shine the barbarism of our kind
Every penny,quarter, nickle, dime
Somehow they spend just fine

Smash the statues
Change their names
From your cultural war
I will abstain

Yet I need my money just the same!
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2020
Traveler
Evil is at the door
Help isn’t coming
I slip out the back
momentarily
compromised
now running
A positions I take
to survive




These state’s
in which we exist
Are temporary
........
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2020
Nat Lipstadt
“Anchor the eternity of love in your own soul and embed this planet with goodness. Lean toward the whispers of your own heart, discover the universal truth, and follow its dictates. Release the need to hate, to harbor division, and the enticement of revenge. Release all bitterness. Hold only love, only peace in your heart, knowing that the battle of good to overcome evil is already won. Choose confrontation wisely, but when it is your time don’t be afraid to stand up, speak up, and speak out against injustice. And if you follow your truth down the road to peace and the affirmation of love, if you shine like a beacon for all to see, then the poetry of all the great dreamers and philosophers is yours to manifest in a nation, a world community, and a Beloved Community that is finally at peace with itself.”
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 Jul 2020
Mike Adam
Oh

Just make it up

As you go
 Jul 2020
Butch Decatoria
I know them ties
That bind. The chain necklace noose
The invisible leash
I never knew
How tightly it keeps
How riptide-like
We're pulled back to
Window shopping
Outside
Myself, without self-help
Freedom cries out
For what's beyond
Outside the window
I'm familiar with that pain
Intimate with that feeling
Of Free
To be oneself
Yourself being
Alive without living
Without the chains
Necklace noose
Your very spirit let loose
Was close to that
Feeling of
Free once
I know...

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We are shaped into feral creatures in this wilderness of artifice, cages and boxes,
Hearts and minds locked away, dismissed
We are pages without fonts or even thoughts, graphics
Of our own, uninteresting rocks
Heavy yet empty…
We are made into Other
******
Rather than
Our selves / paths chosen for us to be theirs…werk.
We are the beautiful shiny toys
In cellophane, with Invisible leashes
Unused young and new
Until age flashes and crashes
Replaced by something that looks like
Who?
Are you still You?--to You?
 Jul 2020
kip
loving the attention
that you give me
finally being able
to fantasize
without the feeling
of superiority and dominance
innocence
and loss of ****** thoughts
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