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 Oct 2013 Europa
a girl unknown
A smile, a touch
That is all I need for me to know you are there
That this isn't a fantasy of my dreams
That I won't wake up and cry because this isn't true
Yet I know this isn't real, you who can't love could never love me
You don't even know I exist
You wrap your arms around me and hold me tight
The smell of you is intoxicating, like a drug I need to have
This isn't real though
You don't know the things I've done, the stomach turning lies I've told
As soon as you know you will run and leave me standing broken hearted, just like I predicted
You don't go, instead you go and sit down and ask me to join you
I know this can't be real, the people I tell abandon me and you aren't
I close my eyes tight and whisper, "Wake up, wake up, wake up...."
I very slowly open my eyes to see you gone, my heart tugs a little but it's better that it isn't real
I turn around to leave the room and I run into you
Worry is filled in your eyes, your eyebrows knit together in confusion,
It takes my breath away
I need to focus, this isn't real and I need to wake up or I will be a wreck if I believe it's real and everything turns to dust and I wake up
You take my hand in yours and kiss it lightly
Interlacing our fingers and giving a tight squeeze, I realize that maybe this could be real
Suddenly as soon as I let my heart open to you, everything begins to fade
First your face, then your hands, finally everything is gone
I open my eyes to see the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling aren't glowing but dim reminders every awakening
I can still feel your hands in mine, I clench my fist, and begin to cry
Just another day, thinking that you could actually love me
But I am wrong, I am always wrong
 Sep 2013 Europa
Robert C Howard
She brushed out landscapes with her words
as deftly as any impressionist master
and speed-trekked us from where we sat
to scenes of transcendent beauty.
Each day I awaited her verbal canvases
with self-indulgent anticipation.

But one day all was all different.
What was this horrific account of
of unspeakable Afghan tragedy -
A wandering woman whose final defeat,
after all she loved had been butchered,
was hope beyond all recovery
dragging her feet through the dust?

I picked up my heart from out of the soil
to ask her, "were you there?"
She was  - with a physician's bag
for Cindy is a doctor
who eschews a suburban clinic
to defy all danger
and be where life would fail
without her healing craft and care.

Dodging bullets, sputum and mortal threats,
Cindy fights life's most essential battles
and so uplifts the standard of our species.

The next day Cindy painted for us
a verdant mountain scene
whose whispering streams and fragrance
exceeded all I'd every witnessed.

I wonder where she is.

*September, 2013
 Sep 2013 Europa
Gwen Johnson
Can I help you get back
Back to where you belong
You've been placed the happy ones
Mistaken with cheerful
Oh it's a shame
They can't even see your tears fall
You're not annoying
You're not mean
You just want some attention
They ignore you
They cut you off
This isn't where you belong
You don't belong here
You don't belong
 Sep 2013 Europa
Gwen Johnson
It's been about 8 years
8 years since you've been gone
I know too well now that everyone dies
Everyone goes
Everyone says their final goodbye
Everyone takes their last breath
And are out of our sights
But when you died I was 6
I was a foolish little kid
I thought goodbyes never lasted that long
I thought that goodbyes couldn't last 8 years
And on
 Sep 2013 Europa
r
She came from a favela
Steep ***** above Rio
Color of dark chocolate
And vanilla of mestizo

Worked the narrow streets
Walked them like a queen
Bad boys knew her beats
Her stir did leave a sheen

In translucent woven sheets
Swaying hips and pouted lips
Bad cops along her favela beat
Always whistling as they glimpse

Flava of favela became queen
Said so long to to steep streets
Tin built hut and streets unclean
Became the Queen of Rio

r  18Sept13
 Sep 2013 Europa
r
I crossed a crystal bridge
A bridge of clear quartz crystal
Leading me to nowhere land
My rubber soul did whistle
I could see beatles through the sides  
And yellow submarines below
I decided to sit in and make no plans
And be a nowhere man but here
In this bridge of quartz crystal clear

r  22Sept13
Kudos to the Beatles: John, Paul, George and Ringo.  Nowhere Man my favorite song of their's.
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