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 Feb 2014
TinaMarie
I may forget what is true
Might deny what is real
Take a selfish adventure
Focused only on you

Let all my dreams take flight
Act out the could have been
Lose myself but for a night
Weakened by my kryptonite*


©Tina Thompson
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Last words with her,
So indifferent, so short,
The spoken tongues lashed
Indecipherable, unearthing
Doom, whitewashing the truths,
Forgotten blues of California sky,
Abandoned in that glean, garish glare
Of yellow sun,
            Fearing naught, the dark moon
Would soon arrive, taking place of all
Our glazed, lost, light.
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
.
This wee Scottish imp fell from the skies,
One mythic creature, telling only truths,
Fresh from a fabled land called Utopia—
Once gave a lecture to a room full of old,
Future splatterers of the status quo, dim
Poms and drones from a garrison called:
Oxford.  God save the dream!  Help us all . . .
Conservative 'right' is always wrong.

"Men like Galloway, MP, have an ability to transport their audience away from the mundane and towards the grand and imaginative. Both will insist that they are simply appealing to reason, but human beings don’t just communicate to each other through verbal reasoning. They also use voice, looks, clothes, context and personal narrative to excite the taste buds of the mind. When that happens in perfect combination, politics becomes poetry. And politics – which is all about human communication – is really an art. It’s an art that Gorgeous George performs more beautifully than most of his peers. That’s why people keep on voting for him  .  .  ."
    -– Tim Stanley, the Telegraph
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Seashells and castles,
Imagination, holy as the skies,
Sea sprayed our faces.
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
I want to know—
What only lips can know,
I want to see—
What only Falcons vision,
When they stoop from the heavens,
I want to preen and lord—
As only Jaguars can, regal,
In the tangles of purple jungle sun,
I will climb these ancient steps
Holy and of forbidden stone,
If only, you would
Surrender,
Love.
 Feb 2014
David Bojay
im afraid the sun doesnt wait for me in the morning
im afraid people will love me for the wrong reasons
im scared of people understanding art one day
im scared people will look at me and think of me as an ideal teen dreamer
im afraid the stars are just reflections of the people who are sad
im afraid my soul is decaying as i think of ways to save myself
im afraid to let go of my mothers hand during prayer
im afraid of speaking up to my preacher about the doubts ive written about the bible
im afraid people will find out what type of photgraphy i like
im afraid people will make fun of the music i listen to before i sleep
im afraid the government keeps track of my internet history
im afraid of falling in love with the devil
im afraid of wonders i could have never thought of
im afraid im just another one Gods children
im afraid im just another one of those puppets Lucifer controls
im afraid of the eyes i look into when i look at the mirror
im afraid of a lot of things
im afraid of my mom not coming home one day
im afraid churches are illusions of a peaceful place
im afraid the only peaceful place is your heart
im afraid the only safe place is between your arms
im afraid i only feel peace when im kissing you
im afraid to live
im afraid to die
im afraid of myself
yesterday night
 Feb 2014
Jedd Ong
Oh! How hell awaits—
Open your gates, and see!
The wrath of God revealed to all,
And all revealed to me!

Within these rusted gates
Hang gallows coarse as sand,
Engrained on it, in weathered stone
My names in fine, slight hand.

"I'm sorry son, it's just too much,
"The punishment's all but done.
"And though stand you, with head held high,
"The charge has just begun."

And on their steps that beckon,
With body ******, bent,
My ears, they heard, in whispered snarls:
"To die, He never meant!"

To this, I turned, and glimpsed and smiled,
"To You, Oh Lord, my praise!"
Which he in turn, with glass-strewn eyes

Refused, utterly betrayed.
Part Light Brigade, part fear. I got lucky with the meter.
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
Delicious is a word I save for you.
Chocolate comes close but feeds me only
Famine.  Your skin is blest three times,
Once for new redolence.  Bay leaved
To the core, you proffer memories
Which chamber the years in round rooms,
Opening freely into rouge galleries
Of spice.  Secondly, it is soft as summer
Water.  It draws itself toward touch
Like ripples skipping over a sweating pond,
Lapping its way towards the creamy shore.
The third gift of your skin is the colour
Of desired destination, an instrument
Which maps the mirror of a universe,
Because you are deckled with stars so heady,
You are wet smoke from drooling galaxies
And rose white fathoms of sky, they are pooling,
And pulling me with force so fulsome
As to be almost—
Tasteless.

                 The firm green bread of spring,
The blue blood of heaven and the milky
Sun, these are your flavours all intermingled,
And three piquant senses speak to my tongue;
I smell, I touch, I taste— you are,
Delicious.
 Feb 2014
Sean Winslow
In our bed she lay
Tangled, sprawled, and filled with grace
Talking in her sleep
“Wind chimes sang
for your waking breath”
She whispers,
“soft and warm like fresh picked innocence
It gets so quiet these days”
The bedside photos said nothing
But they listened and remembered
a time when the sunrise seemed weightless
Now, though, in a room left deserted
she struggles
under the growing gravity
Of Dawn.
Copyright ©2010-2013 Sean Winslow All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2014
TinaMarie
I love being in Love
     Love seeing you, breathing you, tasting you

I love being in Love
     Love planning my days around you
     Love doing new things with you
     Love sharing my life with you

I love being in Love
     Love watching you, touching you, knowing you

I love being in Love
     Love loving you
     Love Love with you
     Love you



©Tina Thompson 2004
 Feb 2014
Muggle Ginger
You’re the singer standing in front
Of a standing ovation
Trying to hide behind a microphone
Because you cannot comprehend
How bright you are
Actually shining
Do not be afraid to share who you are.
 Feb 2014
John Ashton Upston
Oh, dear Alice,
Dressed in blue,
Ready to be undressed, if only you knew,
Little girl little girl,
In guise of a woman,
here is what I offer you...

Fall down this well,
oh down my decrepit path,
Dark dark dark,
You wont know which way is up,
But you know youll be falling down,
Down deeper deeper,
As my smile burns Cheshire,
Oh, sweet Alice,
The pleasure I'll give,
As you lose your mind,
Will be so intoxicating hence with,
You wont remember your once stubborn self,
That hid yourself from men.

Instead now, you will exist only for me,
And you will know what it is to be happy,
True freedom lying in complete submission,
To me,
The rabbit,
Who is late for a very important date.
So you best chase after,
And hope, that I await,
You at the bottom of the hole,
To catch you.
And I will.
 Feb 2014
Seán Mac Falls
My ruby looks on stones to see the light.
While amber stars are flashing in her mien,
She forges facets with her eyes and mines
A rocky grave.  To bear as such, the sun
Un-sung, she could caul parhelion to dust
And still doom to shadow those fireworks
She alone ignites.  Here then lies a truth;
My ruby looks on stones to see the light.
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