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Step away from the window
Or you may get hit and die
From the lead bullets
Of a car passing by

Don't drink city water
It's full of poisonious lead
Don't trust the governor
when he says it won't mess with your head

So he was bullied
One day after school
Drug  into the alley
His funeral was cool

Stopped because your
Left turn signal was out
Beaten and shot
Because there was some doubt

There is no North side
South side , East or west
It's all no man's land
Don't be foolish and second guess
Hello Poetry
Are you in there ?
Open up the invisible door
Invite me in
Don't you dare
say anymore

Show me your poems
Amaze me in every way
Litter my memory
in haunting rhymes
and rthyms that
come taunting me

knock , knock , knock
Hello Poetry
Are you home ?
She is a cold wind
Glistening white glacial skin
Full of separation and crystals
ice , blue black sky , and thin

Thin lips penguin straight
uttering crisp words of fate
Frozen breath and heart
she invades your open gate

Gate swings by force
Her will of course
And you shiver . . . fear ?
As your voice grows coarse .

Coarse by Par
you can't get far
As you wish to be away
But she's trapped your star

Star , comets , galaxies too
You are captured  due
To the black whole Sum
that has captured you
The key to women
Is a thinking man
Not a drinking man
Who can open up a
Stinking can of spam

We’ve dealt with a lot
And we know how to spot
The dead end plot
Of men just wanting a fling

We are deep individuals
Not just pretty plated visuals
For you to beep
Whenever you peep
You creep

So give us our props
Then maybe we’ll drop…

You a line or two.
As if you didn't know. The truth is we are all human and deserve to be treated as such. But most importantly, we all have souls, you know, those delicate magical little things inside us all? Speak to each other's soul. That is why poetry is so important. It speaks to what is unseen and true. Remember this. Be playful, spontaneous and protect what is sacred.
 Dec 2015 Cristina
Seth Milliman
It is now we are forced to reckon with ourselves more,
As we try to return and enter again each door.
But alas a heart can barely take,
Rejected quotas of another one's state.
The burning irons hasten,
To ones icy glazing stare.
This the repeated motion,
Ending in failed flair.
What more can a fool offer to those of intellectual fair?
I have digressed almost every notion,
To which this mind compares.
Of springtime and summer moons,
Heart-filled seasons with lazy afternoons.
Is not love here and gone too soon?
A special place in one one can belong,
At times only ending.
In sweet bitternesses song.
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