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Tonight, I spoke into the darkness,
No stars to light my way,
       The black void all encompassing

   My words drifting up in ribbons,
          I waited for something, anything to happen

              I felt a rumble that was akin to ripples emanating from a drop of water hitting a puddle

        I was small next to the impossible,
And when it spoke back, it changed me
      
        The blank canvas of stark black was pierced by blades of light,
    The sky becoming a shutter in a rain storm
           Blowing open and closed
       The words came and wrapped themselves across my body in its entirety
        Constricting my air flow

             I felt myself shatter
  An implosion of feeble glass
       Ricocheting through a skeleton of paper, reflecting the brightness above inside ripped skin

                I was nothing.
                I didn't exist.
                I floated in an incomprehensible place that had no end, no walls

     No ceiling or floor

            Just illumination in every direction

                    I opened my eyes
  
    And was blinded by an incredible radiance

      I shut my eyes tight and swatted in front of me
        My hand struck something metal and I yelped in pain
          
          I shot up and stared downward
    Towards the desklamp unplugged on the floor
        
          Breathing heavily, I sat upright in my bed,
                 *Struggling to pull away words that had already sunken in
Writer's block
 Jun 2016 David Barr
Slur pee
I want to be saved,
Like a little baby bird.
My home is far away
And my wings don't seem to work.
It's always pouring rain,
It's always pouring hurt.
I want to be saved,
Like a little baby bird.
The flocks of my feather
Have been permanently severed.
I'm tethered, to lonely emotions
Shattered, crushed;
Much more than broken.
Dying in the dirt,
Choking on raindrops
Waiting for the pulse of pain
To finally stop.

I want to be saved,
Like a little baby bird.
My hero never came,
To rescue me from all the hurt.

-SLuR
 Jun 2016 David Barr
Slur pee
I felt it crumble in my palm,
I held it for a little too long,
It got so warm...
Like a beating heart,
Before it started to fall apart.

I saw it rise before it fell,
Into itself, creating hell
It burned to ash on my table,
Its mark, so dark, lies there still.
Another underwhelming failure.

My last attempt, I think I've got it
I've sprouted life right from my pockets.
The right amount of breath
Of tears, and sweat.
Look at that, after years,
They're even sentient!
My first accomplished experiment.
I hope this proves to be time well spent.

O' woe! What a naive fool,
The creatures started out so promising,
Now they're only interested in technology.
They cut down my trees,
**** their own species.
My precious animals are being slaughtered
Until they're extinct.
It makes my eyes bleed,
These crimson tears sting.
A failure is all I'll ever be...
My greatest creation was all imagination,
This world I've made is full of hatred,
My effort was wasted.
I'll roll it into the garbage bin,
To rot away with try one and try two
And sadly, I shall start anew.

-SLuR
 Jun 2016 David Barr
Slur pee
I know that tomato tomato
Probably only works when speaking,
And you probably read that as tomato tomato
Instead of tomato tomato.
But, the point is you make my mind
Feel like mashed potatoes
Or is it potatoes?
And I don't know how
To describe it
Almost like my heart was hit with a seismic-
Wave. It makes me quiver, makes me shake
Makes me feel so pathetic and lame.
I can't find light inside your days
And time on me, you'd never waste.
But with haste, I'd give you all that you could take
I'd be the resource for your flame
Eat away, all you need to sate
In your emotions I shall bathe;
I like to call it love, while you prefer
To claim it's hate.

But you know,
Tomato tomato...
 Jun 2016 David Barr
Slur pee
Paint my world black
Colors are too bright
I'd rather stew in the absence
Of all the light.
It reflects what I feel inside,
A void that I can't hide.
Look through my gaping holes
That take the place of eyes.
Can you see the demons that bore
Through crumbling head,
Through fevered mind?
The sun is slowly fading,
Being devoured by hungry night.
And all the stars disappear
As I wish on them, they die.
The moon mocks me with his...
Smile made of mischief;
Suspicious and vicious,
He collects unfulfilled wishes
And keeps all of my tides twisted.
I'm giving up, I'm listless;
No one wants to listen
To the crying of the wind,
That echoes with my
Unwavering pain.

-SLuR
Once upon a Time there lived a peasant
whose poems were whisperings of nature.

Nature aims toward growth, abundance
and decays softly back to succulent soils.

My homeland is not for your feet to step
upon, you belong to surrealistic cynicism.

My psychedelia does not approve of horrors
mundi and skips on every third classical tune.

What was impulsively chosen, can be a mistake
in pompous rituals on established compilations.

Apologies, for all the misdeeds lacking a true
appearances. You implied my life is a great lie.

No, it's not! Sometimes it is a knotted charade,
noose chameleon dreams wanting to create in

Castles build upon puffy clouds, youthful Ars
Poetica meeting a Pat Metheney's wonderland.

Beck is a phenomenal artist loving green lands.
Bachus was a goat. And Artemis protects us all!
To live Beautifully means to live according to Universal Harmony.
Wishing you all, to find the most beautiful, creative and truthful Path toward genuine Life's Art Poesis and bountyful moments of love shared with...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I want you to un
dress me
caress me
( adore you )
write
sensual
pleasures upon
my skin. . .into deep
shared intimacy
let me blossom
whirl and moan
show me your ripe
love knowledge
to drift us into the
utmost
delight
The first time we make love
I will die.
Do not be afraid.
It is a death borne of joy.

I move into the future
And feel the press of your skin,
Hear your urgent moans,
A heartbeat before you enter me
And I expire.

I cease to exist, and am reborn in you,
A child of us,
Birthed into a new space,
Welcome, welcome, welcome home.
 Sep 2015 David Barr
SG Holter
Do not ask why you are here,
Treading the waters of a
Planet leaving tears on the
Straight razor held
Firmly to her throat by her
Children.

You are here to dance your life
Out from birth to dust
On the floor between Satan and
Seraph, between kind and
Selfish. Between
Poet and predator.

Know that a light heart, love
For yourself and others; a
Whispered gratitude for the
Smallest of things, is the tallest
Tree in Paradise.
Anger is an axe.

And fear. Fear is a chainsaw.
See the flower; ignore the
Thorns.
Look past the hurtful comment;
More often than not, it was a tickle,
Not a slap.

Be the finger that begins the easing
Of the grip around the razor's
Handle. Form an open hand upon
The face of our blue mother.
Kiss her. Kiss her every sweet
Tear of relief.
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