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 Mar 11
Arlo Disarray
my lil’
pea-sized
mind
is in
yet another
bind
as i
tightly
wind
myself up
inside

locked somewhere
between
my hollowed
out heart
that’s been
scooped clean
and my
guts
and organs
which
only serve
to try
and keep
my bloodstream
from ceasing to be

i’m nothing
more
than
a jack’o’lantern
waiting
and
dreaming for
special
times
when it’s okay
to be seen
like
on
halloween
or
when
i
make an
old friend
that
i
no longer just love
and i
begin
to LIKE like

are
you
waiting
with
a grin
upon
your
adorable
face?

or
must
i
get
even
sillier
and
bleed
myself out
even more?

****!
what
are
we
even
waiting
for?
 Mar 5
Nishu Mathur
Grateful for the blue skies
For the warmth of a day 
For soft drops of rain

For lilac buds and trees 
Dancing leaves 
For ocean waves on sandy grains. 

Grateful for what is seen 
Touched, felt 
In whispers heard

The moment that soaks in 
The little joys of life 
Midst the spinning of the world.

Grateful for wine and water
Fruit of orchards
Seasons that shed

For hands that help 
Eyes that speak 
With words unsaid.

Grateful for those who love 
For the wind behind
Feathered wings

For angels that twinkle 
Through the stars 
And the light they bring.

Grateful for kindness 
Tenderness 
Hugs in gentle embrace

Grateful for smiles 
That come my way 
That my fingers love to trace.

Grateful for rays of hope 
That fill a cup 
Then glimmer on the rip

Grateful for you 
And the quiet presences 
For the gift of life and Him.
 Feb 7
Mike Hauser
It's hard being sober
It's hard staying clean
Hard making a living
If you know what I mean

Hard loving your neighbor
Harder loving yourself
Could you do me a favor
And go bother somebody else

It's hard to smile in certain crowds
And not tell the truth sometimes out loud
It can be hard to make a move
When you're not sure of what to do

It can be hard to do what's right
In everybody's sight
Hard to extend the hand of kindness
To those you do not like

It's hard to know when to let go
Be it people or worrying
Hard at times to give up hope
And other times a simple thing

It's hard being a witness
In a world that's part of you
Hard like nobody's business
If you want to know the truth
 Feb 7
Rob Rutledge
The Sun was late today,
Claims she was stuck in traffic,
Surrounded by clouds that
Would not give way.
She apologises nonetheless,
For any inconvenience caused
The delays and/or distress.

I suspect she simply overslept.
Based on the smell of ethanol,
Cigarettes upon the breath.
Half popped packs of paracetamol
Left discarded on the desk.
The good mornings softly spoken
That shows the will is bent,
Not broken.
Ignoring token take out coffee
Cups of renewable confessions.

It's quite the sight to see,
The one that's always early
Arriving this time dishevelled,
Disoriented, unsettled.
She stumbles through yawns
Stretching out the groans of dawn.
Still she manages a smile.
So the world begins to brighten
At least for a little while.
 Jan 19
Kurt Philip Behm
Explain the words
and all freedom is gone
Slicing and dicing
enslaved to the throng
Meaning depends
upon whom and what’s heard
Evolving new wings
—each reader a bird

(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
 Apr 2023
Kurt Philip Behm
If consciousness dies
is that all there is
or does some higher state
reimagine what was

When consciousness dies
will birth reoccur
no longer indentured
to time and its spurs

If consciousness dies
do rainbows of light
take over our essence
transcending our sight

When consciousness dies
is confusion bereft
as reference get buried
—and prescience resets

(The New Room: March, 2023)
 Mar 2023
Lexie
I read your writings
You said “God was a woman,
But she was not mine.”
And when they say; “my God”
I did not know we were speaking
Of property
Of ownership
Are they truly a God
If they belong

Will you not tell me
Of your longing instead
Not of your wishes
For her to open her pearly gates
I know you tasted heaven once
I know you licked golden honey
From the fountain of life

It seems you will always thirst
For the juice, of forbidden fruit
 Mar 2022
Traveler
You better get the fact checkers
this doesn’t make no sense…
I feel the wild wind whipping
tearing through the fence…
Soon the walls will tumble
in a trembling blink of eye..
I know there’s an eternity
on each and every side!!
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