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 Dec 2013 Done
spysgrandson
one day
I will bring you birds of prey
they will fall from the sky
like stones with my mighty shafts
through their hearts, no longer
ripping flesh with their piercing beaks  
or snatching field mice with their terrible talons  
I will quiet their ferocious screams  
and purloin their gift of flight  
I will place their fine feathered fops
at your feet, and my hubris will show
in mine eyes, with all the glory of the ****  
you will wonder where my innocence
went to hide, how I learned to lust for blood,  
to take my place in the pecked order,
to no longer mourn the death of the butterfly  
whose screaming I once heard
against a black sky, but now is silent  
I will bring you birds of prey  
and celebrate the day  
I became one of you
inspired by the image of my three year old grandson, holding his bow and arrow
http://www.flickr.com/photos/18878095@N07/11167250676/
 Dec 2013 Done
spysgrandson
the car seemed to be gliding on glass
the last inconvenient instant before impudent impact  
the mangled mass of metal and his black crisp body
a spectacle for the masses, all 4 of them  
2 volunteer fire fighters and 2 EMTs
later, his father, blind now in one eye
from America’s diabetes, had Ramona  
drive him to the spot, to the dead oak
as big around as an oil barrel  
dead long before Paul’s 1996 Ford Escort
decided to take a go at it  
daddy had to see the place  
that infinite space between  
yesterday and the tomorrow
that would never come, even though
he had already seen, through his one good eye
his boy’s charred carcass at the county morgue  
resting on a silver slab, the clean and cold bed  
where he would spend his last night
before the fiery furnace,
Ramona and he could keep his ashes
no need for a big service, no money for one either  
but Dub, “Paul's boss down to the auto parts store,”  
opened his wallet as wide as it would go
for the cremation and a nice urn  
Paul would be missed, by Daddy and Dub  
and once in a great while, in the fast and furious world
of the flat gray town where he lived and died  
someone would ask, whatever happened to
that old boy at the auto parts store  
the one who limped a bit as he walked,
the one who rarely talked but always
smiled through his yellow teeth
when he placed the goods carefully
on the counter
no doubt Paul Walker, the handsome and successful actor, was a fine human being--this is a tribute to another Paul who did not share the same light
 Dec 2013 Done
September
Hardened hearts drip black paint.—
even bleach couldn't soak you out
so I dyed my soul
black to hide the stain.

Hardened hearts drip black paint.
I found that out last night
when I tainted my first white shirt.
Hardened hearts drip black paint.

I'm sorry.
 Dec 2013 Done
Lyndal Doherty
We fell in love over a game of war.
With others the game could have lasted for hours,
but with you I scored because I won in only a few moves.
What I didn't know
was at the same time I was winning your affection.
You saw me at my worst
and yet I faced no rejection
of me being tired, crazy, and probably cranky
but you still liked me like the best you could see.
I wish I had known then that I would fall for you.
I wish I had known all about you.
But I'm getting there.
Slowly.  
And people who don't know you say I could do better.
And I laugh, smile, and play along,
but no.
Maybe I could, but I wouldn't want to.
Better is not always best,
but you are the best you can be
and you may not be perfect
but you're perfect for me.
And that's love.
You’re the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep
and you are my first thought when I wake
and I'm longing to keep
these memories of you close,
because quite frankly long distance *****
and you and I both agree
but when our four year stretch is finally up
you and I will be free
to have and to hold to love and to cherish
until we are old and when we finally perish
people will know us,
not me,
not you,
but both of us together
and I know the real truth
that love can sneak up like in a game of cards
when the two people playing accidentally play only with hearts.
 Dec 2013 Done
Pooja Shah
We all try to keep away something from prying eyes,
Something we always hide, pretending to be nice,
We make other's opinions our priority, ours go for a sacrifice,
And no one can exist freely here , there is always a price.

We think we are civilized, in every way, we are better behaved,
And we assume that we are the best, the reason humanity is saved,
We don't realize, that due to our doings, the path of evil is already getting paved,
The truth is, we are indeed humane monsters, and destruction is what , by us, is craved.

We might have been angels, guiding others, helping them to grow ,
But, we choose the darker side, the seeds of evilness is what we sow,
We might have avoided the wars, the battles, the endless bitter rows,
Yet, we ignored the consequences, and the devil inside us, now keeps us on our toes.

Even though we serve the devils inside us with limitless devotion,
The angels stay on our side, support us, as they are a Divine creation,
They slowly whisper to our conscience,"Let there be, inside you , no friction!"
The real you, is the loving spiritual being, that humane monster is all but a delusion.

Let us not hide the loving, caring and affectionate being , behind the masks,
And always remember, creating , not destroying the path of love, is our task,
The stream of affection and divinity is right beneath us, let yourself, in it bask,
Get rid of that humane monster, and let us live without fear or pretension, and survive till the very last.
Today,let the angel within you take over,and spread Love :)
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Sari Sups
Cough Syrup
 Dec 2013 Done
Sari Sups
One spoon of cough syrup*

              Pour
   Lines pulled against
         the currents,
like the strings of my day
      and you have set
       underneath my
            horizon;
    flares of your colors
         settling into
           my earth.
                                                     Taste
                                          Read my eyes and
                                             longing looks.
                                      Find the nerve behind
                                           the trail of scarlet
                                          and embrace your
                                           lingering shadow
                                         the one I've learned
                                                  to love.                                            

          Swallow                                          ­                                                  
   Cling to my desire                                                           ­                              
 and entangle yourself
         once more
don't struggle instead
     press your bones
        into my grave
   and bury me in your
         flesh of broken
                dreams.
                                  ­                                                                 ­                                                             Repeat
                                         ­       Defrost your denied
                                                         approval in
                                                         my warmth
                                                     and wrap me in
                                                           attention.
                                                      ­ Turn me into
                                                  your poison apple
                                                and sink your heart
                                                  deep into my core.
 Dec 2013 Done
Real4God
Warfare
 Dec 2013 Done
Real4God
I'm so scared
Sitting here with my cold heart bare
I'm tangled and broken
And there are so many thoughts I've left unspoken

At this crossroad I'm not sure where to turn
There are two paths for which I yearn
The Light
Choosing this path would be bright
The dark
This path, lately, has my interests sparked

I'm terrified
Because, for once, I feel dark inside
I want just to run away from it all
I want to hide in God's arms and not fall
When did the world become my desire?
How long has it been since my heart was on fire?

Inside, I'm crying
Everything hurts and I feel like I'm dying
To give up or keep going?
This is the question inside that keeps growing

I don't like who I am today
I'm not even sure how things got this way
Confused
And Bruised
I've forgotten His grace
And somehow forgotten how to win this race

When I look in the mirror
I shudder
Who's reflection is that staring back at me?
Because I know that this can't be Erin I see
How can God still call me His?
How can He love me through all of this?

I'm sorry, I am
Please cleanse me in Your blood, my Lamb
Sacrifice was made for my life
So how can I turn my back on Christ?

Help me, pick me up
Give me the strength not to give up
I feel like a chicken with its head cut off
Running to everything but the cross
Remind me again of Your unending love
Tell me again because I don't feel loved

Broken I am, and broken I've been
Please Jesus kneel down and heal me again

This storm could destroy me
But to You it's a breeze
Sing over me Your beautiful song
Bring me back, Lord, to where I belong

As I rest my head tonight
All I can do is hand You this fight
And because of You, l'll sleep in peace
And tomorrow wake to new mercies
War wages on between the Light and the dark.
Please, if you read this, pray for my heart.
 Dec 2013 Done
Andrew Siegel
Broken
 Dec 2013 Done
Andrew Siegel
I'd almost forgotten the blanketing beauty of sorrow
and the unbearable lightness of joy
that leaves you wondering why you were so happy
this must be what she felt when she decided to let go
I don't remember when I decided to stop trusting the world
or when that decision seemed foolishly myopic
but when I picked up my mat to walk it felt heavy
if there is miracle in healing, it is the miracle
of seeing yourself die, or at least an older version of it
then comes all the newness that really isn't new at all
like reminding myself that this is the first time
to hear our song, now that she's gone
or remember the way she loved the ocean
because I saw a seashell in a fisher's net at a restaurant
when did I ever start liking U2? Maybe she played it too much
and when did forever become yesterday?
maybe I saw the end coming, like a wave spotting another
breaking on the shore and disappearing never to be seen again
I suddenly felt my trough deepening, my crest folding
I felt my own demise inching closer to the rocks
reminding me of the pier in Longbeach where she said goodbye
they don't teach you how to have a broken heart
anymore than they teach you how to fall in love
then again, no one thought to tell the wave that it is the ocean
 Nov 2013 Done
Emma S
You didn't cut my skin
I did
You didn't tell me that I'm fat
I did
You didn't tell me to give even if I have nothing
I did
You didn't tell me that I'm weak
I did
You didn't keep me from getting close to you
I did
You didn't ask me to smile even if I'm empty
I did
You didn't say it'd be good idea to **** myself
I did
You didn't  tell me that I'm worthless
I did
You didn't say that you don't love me
I did

So darling don't worry
Not now, not ever
Because if I can promise you one thing
It's this

You didn't break me
I broke myself
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