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She is a Generator.
But, she's about to cut-out,
Very soon!

She is underpowered
And overloaded!
She needs assistance--energy
From the Sun and the Moon.

But, the Sun's rays
Cannot charge her battery -
It is no longer recharging her,
At all!

Nor, can the Moon,
Any longer,
Be of any assistance,
Or help....
It's time to disconnect--
Discharge from all!
~ Too many plugs are in the wall!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2018
 Jun 2018
Julian Arcee G Cruz
We are just fools
Stranded in a desert
Waiting, wanting to be saved
While we let our feet
Be stuck in the sand
 Jun 2018
Julian Arcee G Cruz
Struck me down with your glance
As I fade into the moonlight
Lay me down with your trance
Oh everything feels so right

Among the northern stars
You shine the brightest
Underneath the great blue sky
I long for your interest

Color me deeper
Attract me with your soul
Kindle me with your warmth
Take me as your keeper

Look into my eyes
And tell me you're mine
Look deep into my soul
Let our hearts intertwine
 May 2018
Third Legacy
along the lines, t'was paths that crossed
of fates to dust, the fates accost
probability - it just so happened
that I'd stumble across you  

of all the times and of all the chances
as winds would blow, a tree then dances
uncertainty - it just so happens
that I'd fall in love with you

as droughts would bring a land to famine
a love that grew though soils were barren
possibility - how could it happen?
that I'd fall again for you

times have past, we've spent the chances
the winds have blown, and comes the silence
surety - and so it happens
~I'd want to spend my life with you~
'time and chance happens to them all - Ecclesiastes 9:11
-
'fate, to us all. destiny, to each his own''
-
 May 2018
SG Holter
Such a huge, beautiful sky
Now that the mountains have all
Called in sick.

Plains where valleys were,
Seas withdraw as if in retreat;  
Defeated armies of

Timelessness. Wake of
Soil and stone. Such a
Huge, all embracing heaven  

Not even looking down.
And now, enter her, as I make
Myself comfortable with

My new life of treatments and
A violently shortened lifespan;
The one I always loved from

Within the shadows.
Willing me to live.
Caring.

A sleeper angel deployed to
Hold the holder;
Double-wing-cover from

The snow. Old love unspoken.
The kind that makes hills run for
Themselves.

Steady and unquestionable;
Tectonic shifts between hearts
Running out of

Tic-tocs and bass lines.
Plains where valleys were. She
Fills craters with her presence

In the room.
Never my girl; always my girl.
Sleeper angel activated.

I see why the seas withdraw.
No wonder the mountains called
In sick.

She raises solar storms with her little finger;
Conducts atmospheric changes with
A sigh.
 May 2018
Pax
Too many shattered Mirrors
Mirroring my sins.

Too many walls
Hindering my wings.

My growth remains
  still
as silence Kills.

How do you love the
Unloved?
I was never a writer
I was just some poet
Who seek some
understanding in my
understatement @pax

at times I feel so tired...
thanks to those who still read me..
 May 2018
Traveler
If only I could
Explain
This strangeness
I've never known
A plague upon
My worn out heart
Tread marks
Upon my soul

Twisted emotions
Warped by time
My weary muse
Walks the line
It's more than some
Mere travesties
Something is damaged
In my inter being

Perhaps a bit to long in Hell
Forced to survive
The prison cells
The scourge that came
In the afterbirth
Societies label
Of my true worth

All these things
Forevermore
Below the surface
I lost this war
...
Traveler Tim
 May 2018
guy scutellaro
she walks prospect avenue in the rain.
dead eyes, sore feet
the flowers have wilted into
the shadows of acceptance.

she finds the corner
and the last light lit,
wants a match for her cigarette.

a ****** that has found her god.
a needle and a bed of thorns.


the beep from a car's horn,
so a customer waits,
swings open a rusty gate.

and when that door

slams

shut

the prisoner of light asks,

"where have all the flowers gone?
 May 2018
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


A weakness is a weakness and mine is peaking into
submission like being sacrificial in whatever this world is,
upper body strength with more flaws than that of a girl who doesn't have
a care in the world weather or not they know that she gets around with high
hopes of a better future way ahead for her and her family,
same basic concept when i aim to be an author in a corrupted society exposing
everything because they poison everything , do you get what I'm saying?
We have all been in some kind of sin engulfing us in flames begging God
to at least loosen the chains of any agony , please set me free,
don't wanna have a sign on my head because of my skin saying roadkill,
don't get whats up with that deal.

A Fight is always a fight even when against the corporals
leaning on the people to just help for confirmation but they're
too busy with  being brainwashed and battered from a force
unseen in a world so ***** but yet so clean summing up the the masses scenes,
We work for a lot and then we die for a lot, did you know Job in Hebrew Means
Prosecute?
She had a baby yesterday and doesn't  worry about today because she has it
in her mind that shes not through,
with all the partying and popping pills in a nightclub that I'm pretty sure is owned
by a gang too,
Have better life choices because you don't know when the devil will be
knocking at the door for you.
©abpoetry2018

http://abpvalley.blogspot.com/2018/05/no-guns-in-valley-lp.html
 Apr 2018
B
I hate this feeling.
This wake up from a good dream in a bad mood feeling.
This you'll never be better than the foot you shot yourself in feeling.
This gnawing loneliness, teased by your brain feeling.
This dream and reality are as far apart as your imagination and your imagination is nothing if not endless feeling.
This ruins the day before it even begins feeling.
This if I knew how to cry I'm afraid of what the waterworks might give life to feeling.
This silent, silken feeling.
I hate this feeling.
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