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Jan 2013 Danny S

"Rhonda"

Jan 2013 Danny S

Sam Islo

"Rhonda"

ive rolled blunt after blunt, just thinking of her.
ive been exhaling clouds of worry into morning fog and into clear night skies,
20 after 20 and dime after dime,
and how ironic that i got her questioning me why.. she reminds me all the time about how bad im out of line.
hearing certain things slip from her mouth kills me inside ,"when im gone" "you should know" and the knowledge of fate,
this hunch that i must learn the lessons of life now before its too late,
to marry, and have a baby for she whose womb will be taken away,
sweet mother whos nature runs wild and deep, but father time can be unkind and of little help to me..
a feeling so true that it would surely be the death of me.
time just stresses me.
and the rage in my soul is much too heavy, a heavy heart and a heavier head filled with ****, with pills, with doubt and with regrets,
things i wish i had done, and **** that was never supposed to be said,
but swear to God, if i could Rhonda, i would make it be me instead.

Jan 2013 Danny S

All Laws Are Conventions

Jan 2013 Danny S

BarelyABard

All Laws Are Conventions

Our laws are complete and completely flawed for we will never understand.
Men and women are by-products of chaos and order.
Our understanding of the universe?
God exists in you and me.
God is made of light. .
We are light.
I am light.
Am
I?

)I(
A fire does not die. It simply transcends into another form.
We do not create.
We simply borrow.
We do not destroy.
We simply manipulate.
We build machines and set conveyor belts to make efficiency close to perfect.
Even if we reach it,
energy is wasted.
Thrown out.
Collected by nothing and turned into chaos.
Everything burns.
And we fall apart.
God is neither here nor there.
)II(
The world we see is order complete.
But of course this is a lie.
The atmosphere stays in place.
Contains our world.
Gives us air.
Life in an isolated system can't run at perfection.
But energy runs away like a thief in the night.
Entropy.
Entropy increases.
Chaos becomes more than order can control.
Thus is the way of the universe.
God is wasted energy.
)III(
We become nothing.
The sun will die and so will you.
Perhaps merely the idea of you will.
Perhaps you never existed at all.
When time stops and
time will
d e f i n i t e l y
stop,
only chaos will remain.
Frozen chaos in nothing at all.
Entropy does not decrease.
The clock ticks down as light wastes away.
Darkness fades away.
Chaos in nothing.
God exists in nothing and everything.

I
Am.
I am chaos.
We are burning.
God loves merely order.
All we love is made of chaos.
As light fades, probability of more increases
We understand more than nothing and all laws are conventions.
You and I are all the energy in the universe and in our progress we slowly fade away...

Jan 2013 Danny S

8 in the morning

Jan 2013 Danny S

Jenna

8 in the morning

I like the things you say in bed the best
words that caress against skin like your finger grazes
sweet nothings that escape from your reckless mouth
when you are still drowsy from the veil of sleep

Jan 2013 Danny S

To Sleep Forever

Jan 2013 Danny S

Miko

To Sleep Forever

After last nights debauchery,
dying is an illusion
that I cannot attain.
I unfurled the sheets,
thriving on the threads
of an emaciated cocoon.
Nagging thoughts,
urges,
living on the
possibilities of
slip ups.
My reality
broken
through the alarm clock
of any particular morning.
I want to sleep forever
in mass amounts of memories.
My mind resented the idea
of propelling forward,
of the insatiable desire
of being wanted as much
as I project and feed
the want I have inside.
To be forgotten and let go
from heart and eyes,
to the keys from which
you use to type and
unlock doors of all sorts.
It's moments like this,
though
that I wish I would die

Dec 2012 Danny S

Late Song

Dec 2012 Danny S

Lauris Dorothy Edmond

Late Song

It's a still morning, quiet and cloudy
the kind of grey day I like best;
they'll be here soon, the little kids first,
creeping up to try and frighten me,
then the tall young men, the slim boy
with the marvellous smile, the dark girl
subtle and secret; and the others,
the parents, my children, my friends —
and I think: these truly are my weather
my grey mornings and my rain at night,
my sparkling afternoons and my birdcall at daylight;
they are my game of hide and seek, my song
that flies from a high window. They are
my dragonflies dancing on silver water.
Without them I cannot move forward, I am
a broken signpost, a train fetched up on
a small siding, a dry voice buzzing in the ears;
for they are also my blunders
and my forgiveness for blundering,
my road to the stars and my seagrass chair
in the sun. They fly where I cannot follow
and I — I am their branch, their tree.
My song is of the generations, it echoes
the old dialogue of the years; it is the tribal
chorus that no one may sing alone.

Dec 2012 Danny S

For Coffee, for Love

Dec 2012 Danny S

Russell William Johnson

For Coffee, for Love

Under cozy cover,
Windows frosted opaque.
Only for my lover,
I venture out to coffee make.

But alas in bed I tarried,
For this poetic diversion.
She asked "did the man i married
have a bohemian conversion?"

"What happened to my capitalist?
Defender of the cave.
So engaged in literary bliss,
T'is an odd way to behave."

"Sing-songing your words,
In verse and clever rhyme.
Like delicate spice and subtle herbs.
Or the sages throughout thyme

But I warn thee, be not delayed,
My coffee for to make.
For those vows we once relayed,
Covered-not this grave mistake!

In mid-verse to pause I must,
This poetic treasure trove.
And with greatest haste, raise dust,
For coffee* and for love.

*Technically for cappuccino, but still for love

Dec 2012 Danny S

My Firstest Haiku

Dec 2012 Danny S

Russell William Johnson

My Firstest Haiku

winter cold embrace
Twenty-two below at eight
On my back, the sun

Dec 2012 Danny S

i wish whenever i reached in my pocket I would find a new box of matches

Dec 2012 Danny S

JL

i wish whenever i reached in my pocket I would find a new box of matches

I began my proof
On how to find a black hole in the eye of a needle
The death of a sun

Threading _ sometimes i hate myself
And i am afraid to tell them

We will meet I will look deep into our eyes and tell us

"...i want to burn everything"

Dec 2012 Danny S

To The Muses

Dec 2012 Danny S

William Blake

To The Muses

Whether on Ida’s shady brow
  Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
  From ancient melody have ceased;

Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
  Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
  Where the melodious winds have birth;

Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
  Beneath the ***** of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
  Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;

How have you left the ancient love
  That bards of old enjoy’d in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
  The sound is forced, the notes are few.