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 Mar 2015
SE Reimer
~

his heart’s response,
its waterfall;
cascade tumbling,
cleanses all
embattled,
dusty trenches,
these heart-wrenched,
rusty, dried-out ends;
a faucet opened,
floodgates broken,
spillway leading
to relief;
channel of
redemption,
overcomes his
apprehension,
and dares to bare
his heart’s
intention;
betrays the truth
that lies beneath,
yes, his bottled tears
need this release,
and his longing,
thirsty soul
it finally quenches.

~

*post script.


if a man weeps in the darkness does anyone hear?  does his culture drive that man to hide his inner fears?  is he emasculated by his tears?  do they infer his weakness, or do they simply reveal his humanity, his identity that is neither culture nor age defined, his propensity to feel all that it is to be human... if they would but let him?  perhaps i am just one of the fortunate ones; who employs a blend of caring, understanding friends and the rest-who-don’t-be-******!  what is the price to be paid for those who are not as lucky as i?
 Mar 2015
K Balachandran
Blood, now boils quick, it's intense, he is in fire,
on her every touch, there is a special anesthetic
a poisonous binge, causes tidal waves go berserk
in his stream of blood,tangible effects of arousal results,

body now is a vast field,  goosebumps sprout like spotted
magic mushrooms after a night long rain and thunderclaps,
the salacious intent of the scent of woman,wafts,
singing pheromones perfectly rhyme with *** center
of the brain, "Ï am addicted to tarantula's love"
his whisper sounds ominous, tarantula casts her net

Serpentine vines tangle on wild trees,in natural history
museum premises,trees fall down and rise, create leaf beds
dark enclosures where lovers escape the detection of radars,
explore,the unbridled ascent of carnal wishes,as if a permit
is ingrained in the scent of exotic orchids wafting in the wind,
allowing the wild run of instincts, a dam burst, here cobras prowl,
tarantulas, at a quick look are exposed ******* with dark *******,
on eight legs the desire stands,waiting for the next ***** lover,

She was watching an insatiable pair of tarantulas in elaborate
mating rituals,they move inside, cracks and burrows,concealed
by the cover of darkness,they come out,to eat the night flowers,
exhaling ****** hunger; their dark, devious fingers, touching, caressing
finding each other's intimate  parts has a dark frenzy...
he saw the blue glimmer of a concealed weapon,smeared on by amour,
as they tumble in bed,she flashes her most venomous smile,
like the quick move of the sharp end of a bodkin,
Tarantula's love affair,when it all are over, her lover's end comes near.
 Mar 2015
Jason Cole
highways and byways
rivers and streams
molehills and mountains
hopes and dreams

cry, hopeless woman with desperate voice
fly, sweet freedom and blessed choice
love, loveless loser of selfish means
above, soulless skies are so unclean

highways and byways
rivers and streams
molehills and mountains
hopes and dreams

grieve, gentle child with much remorse
leave, grievous man without recourse
shout, silent heart with much to say
about, hordes of hollow heroes lay

highways and byways
rivers and streams
molehills and mountains
hopes and dreams
 Mar 2015
Sia Jane
My Traitor’s Heart

I cut your heart open with a knife,
And drink you up like the elixir of life.
My body would now be the perfect host
To house the remnants of your ghost
Forestalling your indignant daily riposte.

At the dining table, I compulsively realign
Silverware. I take a crystal glass, pour red wine,
Knowing I’ve committed a murderous sin
Goosebumps form on every inch of my skin
Dark memories resume within.

You spoke to me of girls undreamed-of
You taught me lessons of absent love
Such stories only fed my vengeance,
And now my body pays it's penance;
Flesh laid bare. A life sentence.

Tonight, I trace with fingers, tramlines of
Forgiveness; my Mourning Dove.
I am now so pure, and Satan
Cannot punish me with rattan
Palm. I was never part of his grand plan.

© Sia Jane
Another challenge with form as Elinor Wiyle's "Full Moon."
 Mar 2015
Jason Cole
no guilt lives here
no binding fear
no last chance proof
no remedies moot

the hollowed heart
pounds still
the measured mark
unfilled

driven thoughts
will stay their course
amid the freaks
of future's force

change of mind
is change of time
chain this shame - raise this blind
fork this road - freeze this cold
bide this crime - bend this fold

embattled breath
to and fro
know no rest - take this toll

buried love
long and low
climb this crest - breach this hole

here where no guilt lives
where the hollow heart pounds still
pumping pain like a train through my brain
'til i'm a free bird in the rain
'til i'm a T-Bird in a frame
'til i'm a face without a name

©Jason Cole
 Mar 2015
NothingInMotion
The steel has been stained but it wasn't meant to be -
Caught up in the blizzard! now all you have is the scissors!
On the inside your broken and now your losing (your mind)
but they're so blind that they only see the bruising.
 Mar 2015
Roger Turner - Poet
If abortion was retroactive
How many folks would be gone
If parents could choose a do over ?
 Mar 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Bless the world,
And everything in it,
Although we live in the land of evil,
Which I don't get til this day.
Because if god wants us to pray,
And wants us to be okay,
They put us into a work of destruction and false artistry,
Not rebelling,
Wishing there was something to prove,
Where was your god when the devil possessed you,
Don't know where my fate lies,
Or where it even laid at,
For things that we can't control on his earth is what we have to get judged for in heaven,
But you allowed it!!,
Not rebelling,
But clearly clarifying,
That life is truly not fair indeed,
That all the clarity,
And hope and dreams,
Will be discreet,
And the evil wins again,
Who do you believe?
Hummmm seems very apparent doesn't it.
 Mar 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

Heal my scars,
Don't let me down,
True colors in a textbook is what I found,
I also found,
That you can not be trusted,
Lie too much,
When you say trust is what you thrive on,
Not the first time,
We've all Been let down before,
Now you need somebody's grave that you could smile on,
Well it won't be mine,
I figured I'd take the time,
To tell you,
That you'll need me when the pay is due,
You decide weather or not you want it to work with us,
I'll be waiting,
Concentrating on the one thing you care about,
My guesses are,
yourself.
I forgot all my other unknowns lol
 Mar 2015
GailForceWinds
I woke up on the floor again
My bottle of Merlo my only friend
I didn’t even spill a drop
Take a swig fast, need to hit that spot

How did I get here?
I don’t mean the floor
How did I get stuck in this life I deplore?

I crawl back to my bed
I’m too weak to climb in
My body is shaking, I’m crawling out of my skin

I sit on the floor, a horrific site
Lifting the bottle with all my might
I can’t stand up
I can’t lie down
I can’t even make a single sound

Is this finally the end for me
I cannot think, I cannot see

I’m not sure if I am dead yet
But if I’m not today
Tomorrow’s a safe bet
 Mar 2015
duhastnach
You're a one night stand
But we spent too many nights
I lost count of it.

You're that unexpected kiss
On a drunken wasted night
Of vomits and *****.

You're that awkward hi
Exchanged by strangers who
Thought they both knew each other
But were clearly mistaken for another.

You're the bruise that turns blue
When I accidentally bump my leg
On the corner of the bed.

You're the scar that I never
Knew I had.

You're the bittersweet taste in
My mouth every morning.

You're the last thought lingering
In my head before slumber takes me
And you're the vagueness that
Haunts me in my dreams.

You're the scalding hot shower
In a cold freezing morning.

You're the boiling tea that numbs
My tongue for the rest of the day.

You're the obsession
I will never learn to let go of.

You're that person I will
Never get to call mine.

You're the one that got away.
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