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 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
JM
Want
 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
JM
Hard heat, swollen lips
Bound ******* blooming in the dark
Where is my sugar?
 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
PrttyBrd
thoughts of joy infused my dreams.  despite what life had taught me.  once gray, had changed in hue, and somehow, I believed.  perhaps I just wanted to believe.  the possibility enticed me.  the hope that the claims were real.  nothing forced, nothing false. alas, the excitement was short lived.  as with most things, the gray has returned as black.

**Trust has been broken
Through neglect, if not through lies
Final lesson learned
Copyright©PrttyBrd 21\11\13
 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
PrttyBrd
Innocence as friends
Knowing the line is far behind
Realizing, all too late
Competition ignited
However unintentional
Promises of love
Tug of war, of guilt
Squeezed out, despite hope
Dishonesty out of kindness
There is no winner
but the Loser lies alone
copyright©PrttyBrd 21/11/2013
mum isn't here to talk to
she has gone to heaven
where all the good people go
most days I see her
in my minds eye
and think of her
with a silent
tear in my eye
she was called to heaven
at such a young age
mum was only 58 years old
the good die young
they are spirited away
this Sunday
it will be Mothers Day
a visit to the cemetery
I shall make
to place some flowers
on her grave
a few words of love
I'll whisper to her
as she rests peacefully
by the river
 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
st64
lotus-gift
 Nov 2013 Derek Yohn
st64
the lotus floats on waters
silhouettes dance in spastic-joints
a sombre-figure with a spiky do
cavorts behind invisible-mirrors
which reflect the lost motions of unchaperoned-pedestal
in corrugated-shadows



don’t forget to lift that hem a little higher, lady
and give over to the pulsing rhythm
undo your leather-strap, it’s enough to whip out some frenzy
do what you want: you’re not awake, anyway
what have gone and done, dear girl?
is true-love to be found in the arms of a bearded Japanese?
yes, open that white blouse of yours with the silky-buttons on
while your eyes pearl-glaze over attending-cliffs
hold that slow-unfolding palm over your breast and
let busy aglet-fingers shake loose some nuciferous-reward
stems hold up sweet-flora and its waiting-petals
the gyrations match the ripped-space in your ceilinged-heart
slow-motion coy-boy on stand-by in heated-debate
            where stickety-words carry the burden
                           of                          
             knock-out honeyed-pleasure

high-pitched comes and you know there’s nowhere else you’d rather be
than to fit your *explosive
jigsaw-piece up my nostrils
so that I can finally breathe
lithe and limber



later, when you nod off
your dreams’ll take care of lost-thread and thorough-floss your mind
yank off the binding-straps
take it down muddy-banks into pools of upside-down sky
and the only light will be the reflected-glint of moon
as it winks its very firm OK




S T – 21 nov 13
superb day, alritey ;)



sub-entry: relaxx
close your eyes a while
relax
be still
quit makin’ your knees work so hard
and just please
lemme kisssssssssss you
Patsy roads
A catalyst
An atlas and the unknown before my eyes
With what impressions remain scattered along crosshairs
A journey ignites
Inciting the hollowed promises of the mind

(C) Tiffanie Doro
Here it is.
The red of the marked
Brain.  The fruit of the hollowed
Vein and the blood of the holy
Stream.  When will you waken?
Dry off its drowning veil?
All the years of steeping
Have never moved you near.
Once there was music
And once there was light
Now there is dusk and murk.
Now there is muffle and slight.
A wash in a glass are a sea
Of yesterdays and spent
Tomorrows.
Our Minds affect the environment around us.
Different states of mind affect reality differently.
Perhaps this is why substances which have
different effects on our minds are illicit in
a world which demands constant control over our environment:

We are products of circumstance
but circumstance seems oft to be a product of us.
Most of what happens, we allow on some level.
As much as we like to play the victim,
we must acknowledge that we, for the most part,
are in control of our mental state.
A vortex of negativity polarizes and magnetically attracts more negativity.
Once we chose to be accepting and positive,
we attract more of the same... in theory.
Old poem. Reposted for new meaning that may be found; a self-aimed reminder.
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