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 Oct 2019
South by Southwest
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I see the sunrise coming
Like the thousands all before
I feel the emptiness forming like it was a downpour
There are no rays of warmth in the abyss
There are no permissions for a wish

Black Sun rising
Like a curse
Black Sun rising
Only comes the worse

Only comes the worse
Black Sun rising
Like a curse
my black sun rising
 Oct 2019
Edmund black
It’s dangerous
Roaming inside the truth

You close your eyes
Strange things happen

Illusions disappear
Sight takes over

Your whole world
Turns black
And
When the light comes on
Reality shines bright
Brighter than your desires

And
Even worse
You’ll see
That the truth will
Not set you free

I’ll tell you it’s scary
But it’s worth it

Because
Now,
You’ll understand
The difference between
Sight And Vision


You’ll See
 Oct 2019
Frank Russell
A crescent moon
creates sublime
mountain silhouettes

Against an unclouded
background dome
that is the Milky Way

Beneath which cool
vigorous breezes -
carrying scent of pine
and highlands river -

Drift over underbrush
where crickets sound off
in their perfect pitch
monotone.

And sitting here
on the wilderness threshold
I await
philosophical and literary
inspiration, but
- nothing.

So, simply a nod
in gratitude
to the unadulterated
vista.


- fr
 Oct 2019
Frank Russell
This woodland
differs by lack of
Nothing.

Backward on the road
lies the stifling Void -
granted safe haven
behind complex cosmetics -
crass trivialities -
and labeled
"the real world."

Here, in the forest,
there is only
Incorruption.

No effort
is required
to breathe.


- fr
 Oct 2019
J J
Cross the sea, cross the land, ticking bomb stranded
***** totem in an aged biscuit tan.
Slit-slash, the sun is an open wound
Across the sky that preludes a myriad of boredom's

The wind caught their blank faces and froze them
Thawless, invincible as a corpse and forever
Parading the street. When I was younger
I wanted to sit on a rock and watch history go by
But now I'm not so optimistic, I'm on the run in a sense

Living life on the dime of a lucky sixpence, pensiveness
Only seems to waste time. 'You get busy living' they say,
'Or you get busy criming.'
 Sep 2019
guy scutellaro
she wanders into my soul
so effortless
sweet and easy
like sunshine
on a sunday afternoon

she feels the raindrops falling
can see the silence calling
and steals the love
from my heart

divides my soul into equal parts
and kicks the pieces
into a hole
that she has dug
just for me

with her eyes.
 Sep 2019
Orion Lesneski
Darkness isn't a great place,
Light never shines, it never appears,
Light doesn't exist in my world,
Darkness has taken over my mind and I love it.
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