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 Oct 2015 Currin
Ally
Dear you,
I wrote you a letter last night in the middle of an anxiety attack. I didn't know it was addressed to you until about halfway through, but it only makes sense that it all comes back to you. I guess I wanted to write everything that was going on in my head onto paper, to stop thinking about everything and everyone, including you. I keep saying I'm happy for you that things are getting better for you and that you're happier now but I think everyone knows I'm just pretending that I'm not in ruins that you left me for dead. I hope you think about me sometimes, I hope you remember who I used to be.
Love, always,
Me.
A hundred letters I'll never send but thousands of words all meant for you.
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
 Sep 2015 Currin
Connor Widener
Eyes
 Sep 2015 Currin
Connor Widener
You just won't look me in the eyes.
I will admit its weirdly adorable.
But I long to stare into them.

I want to lock eyes with you for as long as I can.

In hope that I can possibly understand you more.

Those eyes, they're gorgeous, and they hold so many untold secrets.

I can see something in them.

 Something I long to understand as my own thoughts (as if I understand my own thoughts either).

You're so incredibly hard for me to wrap my mind around.    

I don't know just what it is, but I know I'm dying to find out every detail I can.

I don't understand why you won't look at me.

You'll hold eye contact for seconds then look away.  

I just don't get it.
                                    
Until, you did stare in my eyes..

You see, it was so easy for me to look at you and your eyes when you weren't looking into mine.

But the moment you stared into mine I understood completely.          

Because in that moment, I realized just how vulnerable to you I really am.
                                                        
And it scared me half to death.
~
he who is a little ahead of his time
whose treasures of the words random
romanticism is in the blood, marrow,
his mood is as the autumn clouds

he who has lost his path within path
drowning with dreams, sunk you within dreams  
again holds thousands of lost dreams
fly the colorful kites in the blue sky

he who hide within himself
**** in his naked poetry
In forms humorous,harmonic  
as a portrait of the Vincent's starry night

he is a pilgrim who has lost himself within spirituality  
holds everything with the love  
who is for everybody so everybody is for him
But in fact there is nothing in all his

he who is simple straight as the waterfall
when in complex grew hard stone
who broke rules for building rules,
knows himself within the other life

whose words never be end
again he moves on and on
who laughs in the moonlight
again swept in pain without thinking any gain

who looks the life
as a grain of sand
and see the sign of love
in the footprint of a fossil

he who is a poet -
~
 May 2015 Currin
Skai
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 May 2015 Currin
Skai
I could
seriously love you.
and I already have.
drive me past the city limits
and lets lay on the hood of your car
you can put your hand on my chest
and feel my heart imploding
just like the stars we are pretending
to watch in the nights sky,
a million kilometers away.....
and already dead.
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