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 May 2016 Debbie Taylor
mikecccc
how I serve
all my words
uncertainty
is my dearest friend
or maybe oldest enemy
either way
it's always around.
And i lie
occasionally
probably
 May 2016 Debbie Taylor
mikecccc
It shines
like the road
to the promised land
but it's just a conveyor belt
built attract the naive
the end of the road
is a very rusted town
you may not be able
to ever leave.
inspired by Elton john
not Baum
though he might have been
 Apr 2016 Debbie Taylor
mikecccc
Surprise
headlights
fight flight
pause
move faster
move fas
too late.
 Apr 2016 Debbie Taylor
mikecccc
don't eat it
if you do
you'll realize
where you are.
 Apr 2016 Debbie Taylor
REAL
rage in my head
my eyes go blind
my heart goes black
everyone seems peaceful
buts whats in their heart
to disappear or not
thats the question
to live in the woods
and find that light in my veins
youre eyes pierce through me
but your voice cuts me deep
everyone should feel this
but not everyone should feel this...
peace in my finger tips
this love grows strong
my heart grows big
whats in her heart i wanna know
but whats in this universe
i wanna die
 Apr 2016 Debbie Taylor
Solaces
In the summer of 1988 my brother and I found something in our grandmothers backyard.  It was a very hot summer that year and little rain had graced the very parched yellow grass.  However there was one small area where the grass stayed green.  It was there my brother and I had found The indestructuable circular object.   It was made of some kind of glass and would emit small patterns of light.  We kept it a secret from everyone.  
     We took it everywhere with us.  One day we decided to take it to the lake with us.  We were going to use it much like a magnifying glass and wanted look at all the insects and plants.   We then came upon a dead bird first.  We used the circular object to look deep into the feathers of the dead bird.  Many lights begin to shine within in the object.   It then almost seem to wrap around the bird in an instant.  The birds wings started to flap!  It then flew into the trees and begin to sing.  
     The indestructuable circular object lay there on the ground shining like a small sun.  My brother and I were in awe at what we just saw.  It now made sense on why the grass was green on where it sat at my grandmothers house.  Whatever this thing was it seem to give life.  We decided to test it on everything around us!  We picked up a dead leaf and held it close to the circular object.  It shined yet again and the leaf turned green!  We used it on a stick, and then a dead grasshopper.  All of which came back to life!  
    The evening slowly painted the day away.  We made our way home. We both lay in bed staring at the amazing indestructuable circular object.  It would let out small sprites of light here and there.  We couldnt wait to use it tomorrow!  In the middle of the night we awoke to the circular object doing some sort of strange hum.  It did it for about thirty seconds and then seem to quiet down.
   The morning had come and we were out the door at first light.  My brother remembered seeing a dead cat on the road a block away.  This was going to be a bigger test!  The cat had been hit by a car. I was a bit scared to try it on the cat. What if it came back looking the way it did after the car hit him!  We but the object near the cat and it shined brighter than ever before!   There was even a strange sound coming out of it!
Meow
 Apr 2016 Debbie Taylor
mikecccc
Dead bodies always have drawn flies
but perhaps one day
they won't
instead of flesh
for the insectoid feast
it will be steel
robot wars
no bloodshed needed
or maybe we'll have
world peace
I only jest
robot war will be
our reward for avoiding
extinction at an earlier date
if we're lucky.
make a poem with a line
from another poem
interesting
Ernest Hemming way
"All armies are the same . . ."
All armies are the same
Publicity is fame
Artillery makes the same old noise
Valor is an attribute of boys
Old soldiers all have tired eyes
All soldiers hear the same old lies
Dead bodies always have drawn flies
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