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 Aug 2014
Camellia-Japonica
In my life I've dealt with grief.
Deaths of family, friendships and innocence.
Still I'd hoped that life and time would make up,
become friends and chime a tolling bell of peace.
Thought ruins dreams.
There is inside us a black so dark we become a void.
Why try searching for the light?
The light has gone aground.
Mankind has ***** this fruitful earth,
despoiled its beauty and its worth.
Money means more than humanity.
Desecration of this fair planet and its inhabitants
justified by the men in suits.
News is just a propaganda tool,
it makes a mockery and a fool of us.
We line up for bargains, forgetting the unfed
We lie to ourselves that good still exists.
Where? When even religion becomes contentious.
Guns, bombs, hate, greed, ****** of the innocents,
who among us opened the seventh seal?
The Seventh Seal was it opened by blood mixed with oil on the altar of greed?
If so, it wasn't done in my name.
© JLB
08/08/2014
01:06 BST
 Aug 2014
Juneau
Despair,
complete despair,
that dull melancholy;
a constant elderitch sensation
that you're being watched from behind.
You feel those bloodshot eyes on your back
as they dig in,
bore into your spine
and disperse pure,
cold hopelessness
into the entirety of your body
through your central nervous system,
having a numbing effect
on everything you've experienced.

Every happy memory
shining a little less bright,
memories that used to bring
a warm euphoria
you once knew the name of love  
now brings a wicked strike of agony,
a burning anger,
that rapes your inner peace
and everything
needs to restart
all the work
you've put into forgetting
has to be redone
and than the period
of convalescence begins a new
and you plead to  yourself,
"please let this be the last cycle.''

  *The river side can only take so many waves before it erodes into the current.
September 1, 2013
Twenty-fourth
 Aug 2014
Ann M Johnson
Their are times when I wish I could recapture some of the past
and have good memories that would always last and not fade over time
There are times when I can recapture something if only for a moment
A taste a smell, reminding me of a loved one lost, but for a little while at least I feel happy and content and in a way feel somehow transported back in time.
I call it the tastes of childhood, like when I was in Grandma's kitchen I remember the smell of her M&M; cookies, I have never since tasted cookies so fine
I remember my Dad making polish sausages bought fresh from the local sausage house, my mouth just waters just thinking about it even though I just ate.
Then on Sundays we would all gather around the table together as a family and eat together which was quite a feat, considering a family  of nine children, and everyone seemed to scream out I want a leg all at once, which was a problem being chicken fryers back them did not consist of all legs; I still don't know how my parents managed the chaos of all us  children

I also remember my dad smelling of Old Spice and I think it was nice
I wonder if you to will be transported down memory lane, if only for a moment
What are your tastes of childhood? feel free to share
Feel free to share or write something on your own with a similar theme and if you do please share it with me, I would Love to read it,
I thought of this after eating some local meat market Polish Sausage this morning.
 Aug 2014
Mary Generic
I woke up adrift this morning
Guilt a million leagues deep

Nothing done is undone
This Morning
Apologies do not come free

The sun which glistens
Upon the drops
Between my moistened
Thighs

Carry this morning's
Sin

Trembling ashamed
Of the lust which came
Into me last night

My mouth has forsworn this place
My darling, forgive me
Please

Of the low hanging fruit I partook
Above the devils knees
Writhing snakes within me bid

Eat

The meat is
ripe and sweet
 Aug 2014
Shailesh Otari
Of what use to the King is all his money
When, to play, he has no daughter?
With what else can a Pauper bother
When his daughter yearns for honey?
 Aug 2014
Shailesh Otari
Here a star and there a star
They destined our rendezvous,
For ages we were drifted far
And now we meet anew.

We belong to the same land
Common are our memories,
Playing together hand-in-hand
How we ignored worldly worries!

With time, taking our own paths
Estranged we, more and more
Like two ships voyaging strange seas
Set off from a common shore.

Chasing clock ticks, we forgot
How long we had been away
Amassed feelings jump a lot
When we meet again today.

And it all pours down like rain,
When old stories are again told
Time moves not and still remains
As the children in us unfold.
Aug 5th 2014
Reflections on meeting an old friend
 Aug 2014
Andrew Durst
Lately my thoughts
have been reduced
to suicide and intoxication.
      Lying in bed at night
   looking for any kind
  of good-vibration.
Obviously I've been nothing
      but ****-out-of-luck.
Because every morning
         that I wake-
    I feel like nobody gives
           a ****.
Sorry for the language.
Just frustrated.
 Aug 2014
krissie
There is no difference between,
A gun and a pen.
 Aug 2014
betterdays
snow on the wind
means
wood on the fire
means
hot chocolate in the cup
means
extra padding on the hips
means
gym class during the week
means
hard ****** work
means
just cannot wait for spring.
turned bitter, today....snow
on the mountains overnight.
just a dusting, gone within a hour of sunrise....
happens
about once every,
never!!!
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