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 Feb 2015
Nat Lipstadt
stem cell words
from the cellular wall of the
poem birth canal
narrows, twists,
even double helix's,
doc-prof diagnosis
with perfect, absolute uncertainty,
denotes the presence of
stem cell words

"all your writes,
gestating make-believe,
word smythe
premium cocktail concoctions,
gospel soul post-viewed
rocked and roiled
still and always,
unflinchingly personal

singing and simulcast
the unique
internal combustion,
that removes the pollution,
of your
unflinchingly personal..."


mother necessity
delivery of a
Caesarian cut-them-out

says me
cut, excise them,
take them,
them newborn-baby stones
give them
a good home,
my DNA upon them,
my only Jacob blessing,
that they get
goodly tented taken

let them spawn
more and others,
will love them
better just for knowing
even never seeing them again,
still and always,
whatever they
write on,
still and always,
I'm in them,
they will be,
unflinchingly personal,
even if signed by
another's name....
 Feb 2015
ryn
People cheat,
people lie

To get ahead
or
just to get by.

They do it out of deemed necessity
or
have made it a successful habit.

Some would feel bad,
but
some wouldn't lose sleep over it.

Some lie to protect...
Some lie to infect...

With little remorse
or
full blown guilt.

Either way
risking
all they've built.

A lie is an accessory
that most tend to abuse.
A convenient mask
for the ugly truth
that most would misuse.

Lies are...
The bane of relationships
Destroyer of trust...
Conveyed by irresponsible lips.

So have I ever lied?
Have I ever desecrated
honesty's pride?
Have I ever wielded it
to save others from harm?
Have I ever employed it
to boost my charm?

No I haven't,
now that's a lie...
Spouted that so easily,
I didn't even need to try...

Honestly,
YES I HAVE.
I am no exception...

I am no saint,
I'm only human
...
with an ill sense of direction.



I have lied...
How about you?

Search deep inside...
*You know you have too...
 Feb 2015
Amitav Radiance
Pour your feelings
And fill her glass
Until it brims over
Languidly drooling
Along the curves
Euphoric bubbles
Rises up
From the core
Popping into
Endless fireworks
Bottled up
For the special moment
Reason to celebrate
With a clink
Drowning in there
Midst of lusciousness
Incoherent meanings
Soul’s ramblings
Prefect occasion
To let go of inhibitions
And get drunk on love
Cheers from the heart
In a stupor
Finding the perfect rhythm
 Feb 2015
Rj
Beautiful raindrops of happiness
Cloud the windshield of my mind
Why is it that I love not being able to *see
 Feb 2015
Francie Lynch
A poem is like
A piece of wood.
It can be ripped,
Chopped,
Shaped,
Sanded for smoothness.
Sometimes you nail it;
And it can stick like glue.
You can drill a hole
Right through it,
It might bore one
Through you.
It can get under your skin.
But when it's cut
Against the grain,
It should be read again.
 Feb 2015
DC raw love
Mind strong, Body strong
Try to find equilibrium
Head straight, ******* on
Been ******* up for too long

I don't want to lean on the waves
I watch the storm evaporate
I think of you in starry skies
I keep you so alive

It's all in your face
I see you break
It's like the sound of winter
The bleeding love, the silent escape
You've got to hang on to yourself
It's like the sound of winter

Medusa smiles, Judas lips
Open arms and finger tips
Love bites and Recompense
I'll be with you until the end

Lets walk through the fire together
Disappear in the golden sands

It's like the sound of winter
Hang on to yourself
bush
 Feb 2015
SG Holter
Father Fire, make me ashes.
The widow Wind carries tears
With every rainfall,
Forever mourning
Brother Breeze.
Factory chimneys stole his
Soul.

Make me light enough for her
Arms.
Feathers, strands of hair,
Fog breath.
Carry me as these while you
Dance in sorrow.

I will dance with you
Until grandfather Time
Finally rests as
Forever.


Father Fire, make me ashes.
My heart belongs
With other things of lightness.
Fleeting thoughts, stolen
Looks between young lovers;
Warming remarks between
Strangers on a
Winter street
Smiling.
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
It wasn't what was expected, never was
It meant to be as was seen,
"Where would you hide darkness"
"Where would it be unseen"
In the sight of all
In the sight of the seen,
For the best kept secret
Is that we are but husks
For the darkness lives in-between.

We were always afraid,
We had a phobia of the suffocating
Essence of darkness of all unseen.
But it looked through the cracks
Like a window we were showing
It things other wise never seen,
It feeds in here, in those it tainted.

Pride
Envy
Gluttony
Lust
Anger
Greed
Sloth

Each twisted into their purposed need,
We all had a bit of one a little of the other,
Its us, with out these who would we be,
But feed they did, for its own prize,
For we thought it was within the dark places
When it was already here.

The pupil expands like ecstasy, where
Purity was, only darkness sees. it gestures
Our thoughts hiding within, Free thought
You think but the whispers not heard
From deep within.

They will never be in darkness, where we
Think they live, for there greatest trick is
That we are their doors, opening and closing
A protective skin. They are of twilight of
Those voices that made us do it, no insane
Moment, uncontrollably driven, where does
It hide, through the crack let in, the darkness
Is in the light, beware of what is really seen.
i
 Feb 2015
Poetic T
We lose those, essence fades
But there voice from
Birth
            To
                         Death
Carry in a wind of whispers,
A moment caught upon a
Breeze,
                         A breathe
                                                       Remembered
As if their voice heard, an echo
Of a time now caught within the winds.
You,
           Me,
                    Us
We will hear their voices for times to come.
As every voice spoken is added to the wind,
So never fear
              They will always
         Be near,
They are but a breeze away forever
Voices travelling upon the *winds.
 Feb 2015
r
home in the mirror
appearing nearer

but i'm not driving
or even trying
to turn around

i'm burning down

bridges behind me
all I can see

over my shoulder
looking for closure

the colder and closer
i get to the sea.
r ~ 2/8/15
 Feb 2015
Tiberias Paulk
Larvae burrow into the eyes of children but it's just part of his plan
if true hell is reserved for my kind where is it we now stand
divine beauty is cited while misery is conveniently excused
when making a case for your loving creator these words I choose
brother murders brother while both claim the blood of Abraham
yet the very worst of all his children is this thing that I am
a doubter, my questions unanswered and still I have many more
why should using god given reason be the thing he most abhors
the most vile part of this whole facade wrapped up in angel song
that mans limitless depravity, with god at his back is no longer wrong
“Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able?
Then he is not omnipotent.
Is he able, but not willing?
Then he is malevolent.
Is he both able and willing?
Then whence cometh evil?
Is he neither able nor willing?
Then why call him God?”
- Epicurus
 Feb 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
/
The small roads
Is constricted
I can't reach at your home at all
Can't accelerate my desire newly

Walking out of mind
In another way,
Lost Address
After passing such a long days
Can't remember anything
All those demands of time

How else is a way to get lost in transit
Forget the way back home
But what is there left to be
Without the knowledge of my mind
 
Day by day Sounds seem like a fairy tale
Get lost on the road to losing forever
You do not come anymore
Can't call in my old name

However, yet I smell your hair gets wet
See the flowers to be born again
Anywhere in Another spring
Again I dream with this nature

All I know is wrong
But what happened at the time, causes
Love lives between forehead wrinkle lines
Exists as a single grain of winter dew on the grass
/
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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