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 Dec 2014 Ezra
Adele
Long Way Home
 Dec 2014 Ezra
Adele
Tell me your name,
what's your story?
Tell me everything
about you.
It's a long road,
so let's just talk
until we get home.*

     (a.k)
 Dec 2014 Ezra
Anna Jane Lovett
Every moment would be fractured
Skewed, malignant, only after
Love and plenty drew them nearer
To the ending of her nightmares.

Weeping widow
Eyes of blue
Considers well the end of you
But children lie with sleepy cries
And her heart still aches, too.

With all their might
They'll push on through
To find the solution that's right
To impossible dreams and
Impossible bleeds and
Impossible themes of the night.

His heart stopped.

The world.
Stopped.
There. In the hospital bed.

Gone.

Weeping widow,
Children too,
All left to a shivering world

Their hands were cold
But his were colder

Than the snowy Christmas dawn.
 Dec 2014 Ezra
Johnnie Rae
Tears are blinding as the page is filled,
with words written, full of meaning,
all in pursuit of wishing you well.
Our paths are distraught,
jutting in different directions,
disrupted by poor choices,
and fitting consequences.

No matter how fitting,
nothing has ever hurt more,
to know you'll be gone kills me.
With the exception of possible visits,
It's possible I'll be nearly 17 by the time
of your reentrance into this crazy,
ever-changing life.

A life where my only correspondence now
with the woman called mother,
is through letters tearstained.
I send them anyway,
knowing they'll be written
without the presence of moisture,
in the corners of my eyes.
 Dec 2014 Ezra
Styles
zina
 Dec 2014 Ezra
Styles
Have you seen Zina, tell me have you seen-a, little thing,  with hopped ear rings, writing little things, to make your ears ring. With the blue rose, shows when her breast exposed,  it makes the blue Jays sing. Lost in a world that values shiny things,  of little value, yet the envy it brings. Rather share in the moment, while I have you, than miss anything. I want you more than everything,  callabo at the least, if anything. A talented artists, given gifts to give,  awaiting what you bring.
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