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 Oct 2020
Medusa
I want to call you, I do
But I have so little time alone
I have shreds here, an hour there
Never any unbroken by needs
I just want to sit here a little longer

A time of quarantine, a house to hold us
We are lucky, I know this, I feel it, yet
I grow smaller, I feel eaten alive
Am I even my self still?

Do I still have a name of my own?

I might find one if I can summon the energy to
Drive, walk, run away from this house so full
For a day or an afternoon, and don't
Lecture me right now because I've tried

And failed fifty times this month alone
I know how selfish I am, but it's innate
I can't abandon the qualities I don't like

This is my life, a prix fixe menu
You have to take me as I am, and so do I,

It's just life
 Oct 2020
Medusa
sinking in mundane nothingness
I hope for a chance of evil
to float past
I want to
grab
it
I find your pecuniary longings
To be so overcoming that
you have become porcine in
your search for it. Wealth is not
some truffle that can be rooted
out of the ground or society.
You might do well to ruminate
on the profundity of this statement.
                 ljm
A piee of pompous hogwash. Playing with words is such fun.
 Oct 2020
Ashly Kocher
Once a month
I battle with these emotions
That I thought I closed off for good
Until I had encountered the unexpected
My heart hurts once a month, once again
Trying to contain these emotions
Just like a boiling *** of water
Ready to spill over the edge
Give me a moment
To take it all in
I’ll be alright
In the end
He tells me he loves me
When I feel up I can understand
When I'm down I cannot
I feel washed up and not good enough
Will I ever compare to a Summers day?
 Oct 2020
Traveler
And there I was hanging
Eternity beneath my feet
One handed white knuckle
One tight grip on reality

And so I wonder where
My strength comes from
And who will catch me
When I lose my grip

I never knew I could fly.
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2020
Traveler
Militance of an old construct
Ethnic-centric pathology‘s
You, yes you
Stand still or die!

Hands where we can see them
Drop it, on your knees
Hands behind ya!!

It appears you have unpaid fines
Sorry we had to shoot you
We thought you were reaching for a weapon.
Traveler Tim
 Sep 2020
Traveler
Julian Assange‘a trial is being suppressed
by the United States media. A complete blackout. Even YouTube and other Internet media’s are involved in the suppression.
Traveler Tim.

https://youtu.be/LrqTlKF5ics
 Sep 2020
Medusa
want to fight you with all I got
but here in the desert I am dust

dust got no fight, no will
here I lie, in wait

dust always wins
wanting to win is pointless
 Sep 2020
Medusa
What now? The voices sing out
What to do with all of it, such possibility

It was easier then, to let it all be buried
Easier to pretend it was not important

You were, I said to myself, nothing much
Now, at all, to me. . . .not these days

But the potential sings up and down my body
In your touch, haunts me in your thoughts,

Inside my mind, Your voice, your dreams
Living a resonant life of their own

Right next to mine



2018
Songs on the radio invade my dreams as I sleep and I leave internet radio station on when I nap to comfort me. Crazy imagery occurs.
 Sep 2020
mjad
is what I have
What some people wish
They can or they may
They have or they want back
In their lives
They don't want to see it
From others eyes
They want it in their world
For love to be in their mind
The pure loneliness that they
Have in their hearts is hate over time
They try to force it into loving hearts
But not into mine
The fact is
we are all heading that way
towards the one day
and one day
we'll all get there

and those you lose along the way
you'll find them again
in the one day
when you get there.
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