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 May 2013 Devon
Bryan Gewickey
the terrors of losing are not the loss.
it is not from our hearts
but our lungs that break
when the you that was here
becomes the you that I fear.
it goes from presence
to               .
(and the hardest thing
is knowing you still exist
when you are all that i miss)
 May 2013 Devon
Bryan Gewickey
One -                                                                                                          
                                          loose leaf clam                                                                        
                                                                    held hostage                                      
                                                                                                by a lark,                              
                                                     left full by                                                                                
                                                             harmless                                                
spears                      
, a dark,                                                                                      
encased                                                                              
in ribs and chewing                                          
blood                                      
like gum,                                                      
aground                                                                          
of wicked                                            
shrimp                                      
left                                          
dealing                                    
lies to                                    
deaf seals                                    
and hurried                        
sand.                            
Oh, Wind of all 1,000 colors                                                                
broken to a prism                                              
of loss                                                                                              
, that is life,                                                                                
a bridge                                                                                  
, that is burns,                                                                    
a free                                                                                                          
reign        ,                                                                                      
my King,                                                                
a conquering                                                              
kitten,                                                                    
Three                                                                                            
Fires                                                                                
undone to splinters                                            
of a Wood worn                                                    
to waves                                                          
of glass, an endless Sea, Lion-lined bones set free.
 May 2013 Devon
Bryan Gewickey
Please and thank you,
so curtsy often
to the brown and gold
array arras errat error
and enter
politely,
for a new age-
is much less a new page
turned,
than old pages burned.

To think and dream is not the age we are,
but blatant blatancy
berates the timid temperance of tolerance
in such a brutal light
that tiptoes are required footwear
for all 6 companies that run
the treadmill of deeliteful light.
and it delights in light
and fruitless
useless
brooding
foolishness.
iamtalking of course
about the horse,
the dog,
the cat,
the viral virus of vermin
-
to break up our monotony,
all that is necessary is
to be willing
to shed the opinions of the mass
-ive ignorance
and think,
but more than most,
to breathe in compassion
 May 2013 Devon
Sal Gelles
i've started the wake
and said my piece
now it's everyone else's turn
to come to peace
with the fact that we're a dying generation

indebted for life
to the systemization
that we've grown up in
as it's organization
comes to our lives full of frustration and grief

called to a calling
that's been rather loud
to make our lives something
in a way to be proud
of the life we've been given and what we've done with it

                                              living just to die
                                                         living just to live
                                                           ­     living in the wake
                                                           ­             of another generation
 May 2013 Devon
Sal Gelles
it won't damage the mind
or the soul; they're infinite.
it won't hurt the heart
or the stomach; they're intact.
it won't hurt the idea
or the notion; they're entwined.
it won't hurt me
or you; we're too far apart
for that bullet raging through his brain,
cutting nothing but his flesh from his senses.
 May 2013 Devon
Sal Gelles
Videodrome
passing ideas
through media
through ideas
through art
through passing
every second
of every day
with an idea
that we're
not being
brought down
to the things
that they want
us to be.
Videodrome
 May 2013 Devon
K Balachandran
She was on the brink,
he just whispered "Explode"
that really lit the fuse,
she was awaiting his nod.
Wink, blink, explode, be one with cosmos...make Nirvana yours at least for some moments!
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