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Kody dibble May 2015
5 times I watch the moon drift, like oil upon glass tables

Wishing the world would spin away

"The lady in your dreams Michael she's not a joke" I told him

As if the blinkers of my headlights were out cold, I chased the penny men

"The difference is..." Cold sweat, dreary melting fears like chasing wine and vinaigrette,

I saw those lies stemmed in greed,

But I refuse to look on them,

The time and space around your vexed self is invariably tied to the nothingness you've drifted inward

Decently you ask for opinions

Coldly you swear to your mother asking for Death to guide you nowhere

Only are you at fault ?

Do Indian dances in ****** renaissance scare you?

Me to,

Come conquer these Bad faces with me, come conquer these black foot lions with me,

Like an old Pawnee once said..

"Expose the breadman"
Life and its place
In the silence now is where
I must struggle to remember again.
The galaxies on my arms
and your tiger stripes will
exist as testaments to the
strength we almost learned to
lose (close your eyes and
hold my hand again).

You laugh has slipped into
every cup of coffee I make and
the slivers of my eyes;
I am stuck now, again, wanting

My words are stale from
overuse, but how else could I
convince you that you are
jewels to me? Stale, again,
again, and soft, and here
again I am left risking
everything for the safe delivery
of one more miracle
  May 2015 Kody dibble
Laken Cooper
End
It is wrote when you want to *end
something,
to end a sentence,
to end a paragraph,
or to end a story.
End of everything.
But period is written to start something new,
start of a new sentence,
start of a new paragraph,
or start
of a new story.
When someone put a period in your life,
always think of the positive side of it.
Period is written for you to face the new chapter of your life,
to start a new beginning,
End is connected for a *new start
Behind the period. And honestly I'm suffering from period pain right now.
Kody dibble May 2015
The sacred language of the Birds,
Seething volcanos call out,
Like dreams of children,

The only way I find to see,
Anything at all,
Is a tent I call Holy,

In order to forget,
You must remember,
Lonely nights from November to December,

Search for whatever you can find,
Find whatever you define,
Or desire,
Like truth on the fire

I met a Mohawk Child,
Asking me questions about,
Lives of desire
Hello
  May 2015 Kody dibble
Rob Rutledge
Atlas wept for the world above
And for the burden that he bears.
A weight waylaid by mortal love,
A weight made heavy by despair.

Shoulders burning on aether shores
Orchestral spheres fall into view.
Conducted celestial tears,
Run glacial currents of blue...

And Red.

Always Red,

This knight of that crimson hue
Forgot the purpose of his charge,
Cast off all the burdens that he knew.

Sadly,

That includes me and you.
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