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Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

jeffrey robin

Death knocks

NOT YOU AGAIN,
                            I say

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THAT'S WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY,
                                    Says death

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I been real busy for awhile

Gettin the place tidy for when I'm gone

You know

Tryin to wash off all the blood stains

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Gathering up alla the Love Poems

N burnin em  in the Fire

You know

Make a little room for Real Love

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Even alla my friends're becoming stupid

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All the people

Like clothes

Tossed into a suitcase

Picked up the the bell-hop

Who walks out the Door

WONDER WHERE HE'S GOIN

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Like a story

Written on some paper

Crumbled up

Blowing through some alley

Somewhere

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

The Maiden

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Guss

The Maiden

My body disobeys me.
Each step forces me to exercise parts of my body
I didn’t know had subsisted.
I hardly controlled my maneuvers,
as I basically drifted.
Even my helmet is showing signs of weakening,
under these steepening,
enormous pressures.
Terrified and trembling with my humanly gestures,
I must have sent vibrations throughout
the cold water as the creatures began to circle over my head.
I could see off in the distance
the submarine of my former occupation.
A distant iconic stationary emblem of my failures.
Then, the porpoises and scaled beasts parted
to contrast a heavenly sight.
No corpses or failed feasts started
in the ballast of this night.
For a maiden of duality
saved my beckoning soul
from the eternal slumber
that had otherwise awaited.
The rest of this tale I leave up to the mystery
of word of mouth.
But what must be said is that underneath
the blue waters lies
much that we do not begin to conceive.
Take it or leave it,
I cant force a man to believe.

I found this poem in a bottle off the coast of Half Moon Bay, Ca. When I had it dated they told me it was from 1943.

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

----such as is seen--

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

jeffrey robin

----such as is seen--

******* are beautiful things

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(So wasted)

Hanging below such hate-filled eyes

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Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Pathetic

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

jeffrey robin

Pathetic

All hope gone

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The children!

They have fully embraced being slaves!!

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(And so shall they be)

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Children

The suffering you shall endure!!!

You'll even call "these"

THE GOOD OLD DAYS!

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

if the Buddha smoked Dunhill

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

softcomponent

if the Buddha smoked Dunhill

I do not know where my cigarette goes when it's ashes are flicked to the wind-
I like to imagine them landing like magic, each part to become human again..
My choice to devour the ashes that scour
My lungs just as much as the earth..

is as if from my breath I am exhaling death, and click 'PLAY!!'

as a new life begins.

if the Buddha smoked Dunhill like Hunter S. Thompson.

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Your Joy and Your Pain (Open Form and Open Veins)

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Jaymisun Kearney

Your Joy and Your Pain (Open Form and Open Veins)

manifesting destiny comes when i'm weakest
i'm weakest now, when my shade comes haunting me
tracers of past, near and far, grasp my heart, seal my chart
forever licking me
licking my neck
biting my flesh
whispering words selling failures in the stead
of who could whisper all accomplishments

here i am, open, seeping all my wounds for you
hurt through the cracks believing that the scars i wear just may reach you
here i am, open, singing the only words i have left

your shadow
my shadow sneaks in
all too close
hovering beside me
your shadow
my shadow knows all
that it needs
to do to destroy me
and it seduces

blessings rarely come and tell me i'm okay
in absence i have learned to rely on things
deep within my emotion but lacking from my bed
forever taunting me
licking my neck
biting my flesh
whispering words selling love to my loneliness
of that i know full well would disable me

here i am, open, seeping all my wounds for you
hurt through the cracks believing that the scars i wear just may reach you
here i am, open, singing the only words i have left

what the hell does love mean, anyway?
well, open your arms, i'll let you enter the void.
what the hell does our love mean, anyway?
open your reclusive arms, i'll let you fall in.

fall in to the extreme
logic fails where the soul has been
fall in to the extreme
i'm warm,
i'm warm,
i'm warm

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

how the ryder rides

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Redshift

how the ryder rides

if i put my hand above my cat
she reaches her head out
to have me cup it
i am the same with you
i compensate for the distance you don't feel like going
or maybe you just know that i'll always reach for it
so you don't bother...

it's alright.
i know, too

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Sinister Treasures (Haiku)

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Amanda In Scarlet

Sinister Treasures (Haiku)

Amidst red satin
Is a black box and a bone
Curious death calls.

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

sorrow

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

mark john junor

sorrow

sorrow makes its way in
like an old friend bearing his treasured gifts
the photograph and letter
that you cannot bear to part with
he settles into your empty room
and sits with you in his silent way
while you grind your soul
slowly over the past and what you have lost there
he gently takes your hand and leads your heart
deeper into the rapture
of longing for what you cannot have
for that which is lost beyond redemption
she lay beneath headstone
in small Massachusetts town
fall leaves and now snow lay quiet blanket
on her resting soul
sadness bring you here in dream
from the miles where you lay
to stand unabashed weeping
in the cold dark of night
sorrow betrays you
but you cannot care
it consumes you
until you are blind to all else
until you are withered
lay down next to her and take your rest
none will blame
none see
but your old friend
sorrow

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Where have all the Peacemakers gone?

Dec 2013 Derek Yohn

Sjr1000

Where have all the Peacemakers gone?

Where have all the Peacemakers
Gone?
Have they gone awry
Have they gone astray
Have they all died away?
What exactly are they doing
Today?

We face a universe's
Insatiable hunger
For death
On this small blue speck
Ants on an anthill
In the middle of the forest
Just off this path
Slaughtering each other
Over one
Miniscule mound of sweat.

We knock on the door
I'm hungry please let me in
When I'm hungry enough
I'll kick that **** door in.

Where have all the Peacemakers gone?
Whose coming with the light of dawn.

Every night on the news
The death report reports
And the cumulative sorrows weep
For the innocent
While genocide marches
Through the streets.
I can hear their cries from here.

Tell me dear
Where have all the Peacemakers gone?

Have we
Has the universe
In its insatiable hunger
Really
Killed each and every one?

I watch the apocalyptic
Dawn
And I can't help but feel so
Alone.
So I reach out to you
In affectionate
Hunger
And bury my face
In your breast for a
Moment's rest.
While in my heart are all
The cries
Of all the generations
Who have asked this before
They died

Where have all the Peacemakers gone?

And why?