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 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Graff1980
Life is a strange interpretation
of mud, blood, and vexation.
Where logic fails, reason takes a vacation.
Perception is the only tool we find to measure
memories we hold as sacred treasures.
Till, those transcribed are passed down
and every generations finds their own variation
played on the same theme.
But one day annihilation will take away
the strength we lost and gained
along the road of ever evolving years
and we strays will part ways
with all of reality.
Waves speak
to the shore
in rippled verse
scattered shell
strands of kelp

in the sand
each visitor
inscribes a story
sandpiper, wigeon, crow
raccoon, otter, coyote


I read each one
as I write my own
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Screaming from the shadows hoping somebody hears ya,
Even though nobody cares to notice ya,
Mindful eyes get left dry but they fall down on ya,
There's no secret to your flaws cause they're exposing ya,
I see the fire in your eyes , you're a tough one,
The cookies don't crumble here but others try to persuade the weak,
Reavaluating life choices and separating the good friends from
The bad friends knowing they all despise ya,
Here! You help me with this one thing and I'll promise you won't
Ever have to see me again , talking with everybody,
So you don't have to live with so much selfhate and doubt in ya,
You're strong,
I'm proud of ya,
You usually don't talk too much,
But out of these wannabes, you're a different breed,
With situations in life that'll make you hang yourself then kick over
The chair if you need,
But don't do that please.
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-unknown-flame-2.html
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


In The land of fiction,
We got poverty , terrorist , fluoride and judgement,
And the police still killing,
We need to unify in this without ammunition,
And you think this is relevant,
There's no escape and everyone is brainwashed in this,
Controlled by a syndicate, led by some Satanists that plan on just
Ending it,
Leaving behind a trail of bodies making families mourn for their
Loved ones,
If heaven was a mile away in the sky , I'll pack my bags and just run,
You'll never catch me out here trying to be a man while holding up a
Gun,
Plus life has been tough for me in the most underrated way , I swear it
Has not been fun..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
©ABPoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/01/fantasy-stricken.html
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
C Allen C
The ocean it rolls and tolls,
people fear the tumult,
the chaos,
but the ocean rolls,
on and on,
the endless view,
that's what captures our eye,
our heart,
and out beyond,
beyond thought,
there is calm, there is calm,
but to tempt to sail there is a blunder,
the pursuit rips and tears asunder,
it's not battered shores,
no they make sense,
endless ease,
that's beyond,
above,
breathtaking,
and we're sinking thinking we're full of air,
we're full of ****,
wet with blood,
and think ourselves Poseidon.
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
9ine
Love
 Jan 2017 Eric Martin
9ine
Have you ever just wonder how would love be?
No, I'm not referring to the kind of feeling you get when two lovers connect, but to truly find your soul mate,
spending the rest of your entire life with them.

It applies to everyday life because you grow with them,
you aged together,
you share the same connection where a family is created.
A bond inseparable.
This scares me because I'm a fool for love.

I'm not brave to witness it.
I'm not brave enough to create it.

Can I be a wife?
A mother?

No one actually sits quietly and wonder.
Are they seeing themselves moving through the periods of time?

Is  that happiness?
Living in your own flesh, building your own structures, evolving through the tides of life.

This world is lonely,
you are your own happiness
content in  your personal world.

You are your thoughts.
You are your actions.
Never settled or limited.
Its always everlasting.
Everlasting love for yourself.
That's love.

So you're not brave either.

To be truly in the service of him or her is to see her empty.

Feed her.

Love her.

Touch her.

Support her where your spills heal her.

Become her mirror.

Become her listener.

Her pillow.
Her messenger.
Her guide.
Be her heart.
Be her skin.

See her beauty through her soul.

She was created for you.
Just for you.

It's amazing that God created another to balance you.
God, it's amazing because she's not brave like you.
So you both sit still.
Silent and living till the time is right.

Perfect for just the two of you.
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