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 Sep 2016 Derby
shyguypoetry
Funhouse reflections,

Not all mirrors are honest.

Choose what you will see
 Sep 2016 Derby
Jeremy Washko
One if by fire two if by sea, I travel far and wide to find the heart of me. Within the realms of earth and sky, grounded in conscience lifted by soul. In the longing to be whole I fell and lost the truth I seek.

One if by fire two if by sea, rivers run red this heart once shed every drop in that was humanity. My gut I lost trust in, these feelings play games. Semi circle i spin never finding justice in sin, is this my reality.

One if by fire two if by sea, forever I wait subtle smiles hide misery. Yearning for their touch. Knowing now this void I made no one could jump, independence I wanted inadvertently pushed everyone away inevitably now my crutch.

One if by fire two if by sea, I can't hold on un able to let go. Left in the past innocence to a future unknown. Subtle nostalgia brings wavering peace, like a night fueled by liquid passion, the mourning sun unable to let me grow, there is no easy release.

One if by fire two if by sea, I walk this road alone, no longer feeling the company. Great triumphs we made, through hardships we knew an unspoken bond. Now I must leave home we knew this all along. Always knowing now what it means to be a family, for a while there my brothers brought out the best of me.

One if by fire two if by sea, the end I find is still unknown to me. The effervescent water of love always in my veins. The incessant fire of hope slowly burns my bones the same. When full circle I leave this place the ashes I made not with out trace.

One if by fire two if by sea, my fire the sun that shines bright. This body of water luminescent under the moon light. When my day will end I become horizon colorful embodiment of earth and sky, where passion of the sun meets calming waters. This is where my soul will lye.
 Sep 2016 Derby
David Barr
Let us walk across hot coals with a spiritual guide, where somber chords heartily communicate a joyous morbidity - chanting forbidden licentiousness in the name of dilapidated psychological constructs.
Can I have permission to delve into the unfathomable abyss of your kaleidoscopic soul?
As we claim to have spun quite the web of deceit in our contemporary societal fabric of advancement, then let us now join hands in celebration around this presumed magic circle, ensuring that connection between the dampness of our soul and pleasurable resentment is not divorced from the ghastly genitalia of grammatical deviance.

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