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 May 2018
c
I am quiet in a line of on-lookers, big-thinkers, hell-raisers
I sing a song to a corner in the room
It winks and blinks along the beat as
Large shadows confidently raise their arms in triumph.

I am sitting still, a floating ocean depth silence
Watching waves crash and clatter miles overhead--
What fun they must be having out there in the world!
Where the blue is sometimes yellow or pink and
All one knows is not only the dark, deafening hush of
Blue--Where
The colors really taste like they advertise:
Savory sweet honey orange, supple plump green melon,
Ripe for the picking, these--

These are the pickers.
With their power-tool loudness, their "I can fix it!"
The red-runners, the green-makers.
Their lawns rolling out like gold ****** dresses
Reveling in their own chaste gold underskirts under a matching
Gold sun
The earth bowing her shoulders to make room

I am the crisp subtle crunch between bites
The shamed blouse of the *****
The sufficiently watered bud among a field of tall daisies
The pause in your breath
The silence of an empty house

The quiet lemon shavings left on
The quiet cutting board,
Bleeding rind by way of knife

The metaphor in a poem -- waiting in quiet verse
To rear its head to the reader

How many empty glass bottles can you shove into a bag
Before it all leaks out the bottom
I am the bottom
A soft reflection in the train-car window

I see you all.
I hear you.

I don't know quite yet if
I understand you
Rambling on in high buildings with your
***** reared high.
Whether love is just temporary obsession or
If one can make it to death without truly living.

But I do know, quite often, that there is meaning
In complete
Silence.

--
c
 May 2018
beth fwoah dream
what horizons await us, what skies fasten
to the bright ambers of our dreaming bones?

our love, water trickling over
a pebble in a stream,

the whoosh of  
leaves and a shadow in the dark,

the ghost of a poem
written in a dream,

the splendour of the tide,

both everything and
nothing,

our love neither a poem or a sigh,
all the winds battling,

spring's blue moon waiting near the
water for one slow ripple to reach
out.
 May 2018
Ahmad Cox
Save thyself and come down
From the cross
Likewise also the chief priests
Mocking said amongst themselves

With the scribes he saved other's
Himself he cannot save
Let Christ the king of Israel
Descend now from the cross
That we may see and believe

And they that were crucified with him reviled him
And when the sixth hour was come there was darkness
Over the whole of the land until the ninth hour
And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice
Saying Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani? Which is being interpreted as
My God My God why hast thou forsaken me?

And entering into the sepulchre they saw a young man
Sitting on the right side clothed in a long white garment
And they were affrighted and he said unto them be not affrighted

Now when Jesus was risen early in the first day of the week
He appeared first to Mary Magdalene out of whom he had cast seven devils and when she told them that he had had been with him as they mourned and wept and they heard he was alive believed not

And he said unto them go ye into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved but he that believeth not shall be ****** and these signs shall follow them that believe and in my name shall thy cast out devils they shall speak with new tongues they shall take up serpents and if they drink deadly things it shall not hurt them they shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover so then

after the Lord had spoken unto them he was received up into heaven and sat on the right side of God and they went forth and preached every where the Lord working with them and confirming the words with signs following Amen.
A piece of scripture
 May 2018
Angie Marcano
I had forgotten...
How sunny it was that day
When I first met you
And you shyly said “Hey”

I had forgotten...
How your face turned red
when you asked me out.
You didn’t care who was watching.
You said it loud and proud.

I had forgotten...
How good the movie was
on our first date.
How much we laughed.
And how much we ate.

I had forgotten...
How warm your hand was.
And how comforting
your hugs were.

I had forgotten...
How beautiful you smiled.
And how you would say
“I Love You” everyday.

I had forgotten...

I simply had forgotten...
How much I loved you.
Even after we parted ways.
I didn’t realize how much
Until you went away.
 May 2018
cleann98
She held me in place
And did all to mend my wounds
She did all---- but stay.
Okay, suture is basically not a normal human name lol, it is the surgical thread used in stitching together skin. Most variations of suture are designed to be naturally shed or washed off the skin in time---- pls don't let that be someone who binds up your wounds man :)
 May 2018
Traveler
Once upon a midnight sky
the ice begin to melt
old and gray the end of days
I finally lost myself
I embraced a spark
of love and hope
a dream of you and I
a momentary lapse of reason
beneath a midnight sky
Traveler Tim
 May 2018
Gidgette
Time,
refuses to be forgotten
Whether in still frames on tintypes,
from a century long since past,
or on paper photographs from this "modern age",
To digitalysed scenes
from the 21st century
Memories
stamped upon eternity
Unforgotten memories,
Upon
The Forgetfulness of Time
But may I implore,
being the time seeker that I am,
Did I make the mistake,
of measuring love by time,
or my time by love?
Should it,
that I measure time by heartbeats,
or heartbeats by time?
Either, Or
All lies within  
The Forgetfulness of Time~A
Fort sort court report, tort port quart, consort contort retort cohort cavort snort.

Black sack fact track Jack, smack wack maniac pack.  Back hack knack flack, lack kayak rack tack.

Bust rust, dust crust, lust fussed, just must combust trust.

Bought naught, fought caught ought, distraught draught..

Pent mint sent rent lent, vent bent, went dent, gent glint spent tent rent.

Serene ravine green gene careen, obscene demean.  Clean, preen queen, mean lean scene wean.

Fin pin sin, men tin wren zen.
Forgive me but I seem to have gotten some of my mental ******* ******-ness splurgy on the page.  Of the human race is not but one more ***** in the spume of God!
 May 2018
sunprincess
Drowning in your words,
I'm going down,
down,
down

I'm drowning in your words
with a smile,
and not
a frown
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