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 Apr 2015
Chris
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I dreamt last night of you and me,
your lips so soft I kissed
We floated on a silken cloud,
drew rainbows on the mist

Then counted daisies in a field
and when your smile appeared
I gathered up a fresh bouquet
that whispered in your ear

Made love upon a mountain top,
the snow was pure and white
Then marveled at a hummingbird
its tiny wings a’ flight

We rode inside a trolley car
up hills and over dales
Setting forth to distant shores
with paisley colored sails

Caught moonbeams in a Mason jar,
and poured them on our skin
Then there neath jealous fireflies
we made sweet love again

Set dominoes in a straight line
and laughed as they did fall
Your fancy dress and silver shoes
were perfect for the ball

We caught a flight to someplace near,
yet is was also far
For when we landed once again
we stood upon a star

That’s when I heard from listening
to someone passing by
This evening now comes to an end
I thought that I might cry

But when my open eyes did find
your beauty as my view
It mattered not what I had dreamt,
my dreams had all come true
 Apr 2015
OblertPumpernikle
Why don't I just go Cheef Off?
Im a no good piece of garbage
waste of time
scream it carve it in.

Maybe I'm afraid.
Maybe I can't take the heat.
Maybe I believed the lies before today only to be abandoned and broken
For an eternity since then.

You and Me are different.
Abrasion spectrum's disproportionate.
I have seen the bottom of life.
The lack of breath.
abandoned to hate.

Why can't I be carefree and happy?
How can everyone be different from me?
Where is the nonchalant enjoyment?
I guess I lost it in the storm in the sea.
 Apr 2015
coyote
i hope you don't
think i didn't
tell you that i'm
sorry
because i'm
not the type of
person
to say it over the
the phone;

i didn't say it
because i'm not
sorry,
and i never will be:
you self obsessed
*******.
drunk poems
 Apr 2015
poetessa diabolica
I burnt out my head
on the asphalt jungle,
doctor recommended
rest and relaxation
and these little blue pills,
now I'm living in the burbs,
on a cul-de-sac of ritalin rainbows
& my neighbors are druggie unicorns
 Apr 2015
Joe Cole
Equality For All

Why do you despise
Those who must fight to survive
In our lands
The lands of the free
Those who walk the cracked concrete streets
High on the cannabis ****
The dull glaze in their eyes
No will to survive
No hope, no future in sight
Hispanic and black and *** country white
Painted with the same ***** brush
Their only crime is the place they were born
Born on the wrong side of the track
But they to have rights
Be they black brown or white
They to have voices to be heard
You live in your big house
With untold wealth
The taxman to defraud
Fancy car and swimming pool
A room filled with fancy shoes
Yes shoes never worn more than once
Then left there on the shelf
You write a cheque for a million dollars
But never give a thought
For those on the other side of the track
Down trodden whites, Hispanics
And the un educated blacks

*yes, our lands, the lands of the free
All to often we call upon them to serve and die for us but still all to often treat them as second class citizens
 Apr 2015
Chris
-

Crazed beyond this fragile manuscript
  ink now bled out in caustic flow
emptying my mind of the clutter
  pouring from a heart beat’s mechanism
grinding gears of rusted thoughts
  handwriting illegibly unrecognizable
scratched into burned edge parchment
  pleading for destinations
across borderlines and wastelands
  calloused fingers write…poetry
between broken dishes and *** luck cuss words
  folded, creased and left lying on the desk
gathering defiant dust particles
  behind the barricaded door
of cranial creativity
                                     seeping
Just a short break from the love poetry.  :)
 Apr 2015
poetessa diabolica
Half past intermittent lunacy,

  quarter to expectations in

restoration's consciousness &

   brain filtered hullabaloo,

catching flies whilst passing time

   it's all set in  enigmatic mindset,

take a pill to swallow the moon

    or sun yourself on a deserted isle

hardly matters the schemed schematics,

   makes not one bit of difference

               to the ravenous cuckoo clock
 Apr 2015
Chris
.

In the wind
Shimmering
Soft the sunlight caresses your hair
In golden beams
Of breathlessness
Blended sure and sensual
A touch of love
Upon my face
To leave but this, and endless trace
I cry my dreams
Of often spent
In days my eyes do find

Love invades this longing
Of gentle soft lips
Upon my own
It is my heart that calls
Comforts
Craves you with eternal flame
If only to speak your name
I breathe, my breath
Is because of you
Tenderly I want
I need, I require
Your love is my desire

Dreams
Sifting on a twilight breeze
Calmly, silently
Whispers on a clouded mist
Formed beyond my window
As I peer
Desperately
For but a glimpse of the beauty
Captured within
My visions of you
Eternal
My view

Take this man
Of lonely means
Wandering of sorted roads
For this I offer
Undying love
With each beat of my heart
More rapidly so
Steadily
Of true affection which showers
Upon you forever
Nourishing
My destiny
You and me
Thank you for reading
 Apr 2015
Chris
.

Waste on the water
Barges to sink
Hands holding anchors
Words on the brink

Pens overflowing
Nobody sees
Losing one’s talent
Aiming to please

Reading the buoy
Up and down lines
Drowned in the moonlight
Dodging the mines

Hoping for rescue
Shells on the shore
Merely a like
Nothing much more

Energy spending
Doesn’t make sense
Empty eyes staring
At the expense

Waves keep on crashing
Sand on the street
Write out another
Frown and repeat

Lungs fill with water
Maybe it’s best
No one will notice
The end of the quest
 Apr 2015
Tina Marie
How much have I really lost?
How many times has happiness
Slipped from my grasp?
Is it really destiny?
Some happenstance collection
Of random encounters?
Random chemicals floating?
Neural synapses firing?
How many times has a moment
Shaped the rest of my life?
A moment so inconsequential
That it eludes my memory.
A green light I barely missed.
An extra ten minutes because I couldn't find my keys?
If I'd left on time would I still have met you....
Or would you have met someone else?
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