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 May 2015
jeffrey robin
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death is come

( you too --- little poet child )                                  


First ------ raw pain

( have you felt it   ? )
  

And a sense of lovelessness unexplained

( I'm sure you know  that  one ! )


A feeling of uselessness / depression / no energy

( fading away )

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Dying

We are all ( simply ) dying !!



So

Despite all our rantings and numb loving

and self abusing

The fact remains



We are dying



We are being slowly and systematically poisoned

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We are of the population set to be reduced

So that others may be sustained

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MURDERED

( if you will )

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We should say goodbye to one another

Or

Truly
Surely

Sincerely

Finally meet and say HELLO
Lusts my naked frame
sun's licking flame
O God give a piece of cloth
to cover my shame.
unclothed on the street in searing heat
 May 2015
A Watoot
I have trusted love so much
That it broke me to pieces twice.

I was left in the dark-
bruised and bleeding.
My face was wet with sweat and tears;
And my mouth tasted blood from frequent blows.
I was covered in scars.
I couldn't even tell anyone.
I almost gave love up.

Then, hate and coldness started to consume my entire being.

But love heals all sorts of wounds; and wounds do heal in time.
Do see beauty in love.
 May 2015
PoETE Poet-Pete
Please, take life slow, because we never know.
Be patient, but be brave, and find your mindset and yourself to continue to be Intelligent.

All
Content
Written by
PoETEPETE
{2000 ~~ 2015}
~©~ Protected & never neglected.
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
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old people are fascinating
like thick books
so full of life

it's a great shame
some are so full of

death, too.


soulsurvivor
rewrite (c) 5/13/2015
written in 2014
There ARE many elderly
who are vivacious,
but, especially in nursing homes
they just wait to die.
Tragedy.

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 May 2015
Mike Essig
Society is a mortician.

It will try to make your life a coffin.

Then it will try to make you fit.

If you don't, it will gladly
cut off, your arms, legs and brain
so that you do.

Do not allow it. Be your full self.

Stretch your limbs; use your brain.

When the time comes, lie down and
stretch out on the rich earth whole.

Laugh at the mortician. Die like
a warrior, the same as you lived.

  ~mce
Crazy Horse: (great American) "It is a good day to die."
 May 2015
Just Melz
Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart
 May 2015
Sia Jane
I missed you before you even left.
     “One day she will leave,” echoes
tirelessly throughout
      a hallway once adorned with love.
  I was too blinded those days,
even now in all truth
my own cigarette smoke covered
   the betrayal in your eyes
each time you told me,
                “I am truly, madly deeply,
                      in love with you.”
Smoke rings filled the room,
and in the haze
  of mist,
a Judas kiss.    

© Sia Jane
Written up as typed on my wonderful typewriter, Mr Darcy <3
 May 2015
Poetic T
shoulders rested on
compassion emulated
kindness cost nothing
Empathy
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