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 Dec 2015 F White
CA Guilfoyle
Cool cloud shrouded air, here where I find myself
surrounded by giants, legends, these mountains
I am miniscule as one grain of sand
the people here are giant, green saguaros
holey, with birds that live within
they are fit with wild reaching arms
guardians of the desert land
anchored, deeply grounded
in this whirling vortex
unhurriedly they grow
blooming yellow flowered
with petals that pale and fall
they are true friends
that I have come
to know
 Oct 2015 F White
Daniel Magner
Divorce
It electrified
my impulses, demolished
my beliefs, left me
face down in bed, stark naked.
I can't go home anymore.

Give
I lived in your rib,
felt each breath you took with me.
You blew out a cloud.
"Sing some sorrow ocean blues.
We can drown holding hands, love."

Take**
She thought of me
as LSD, I changed her world
with guaranteed leave.
Absorbed me through her tongue tip,
expelled me with every spit.
Daniel Magner 2015
 Oct 2015 F White
Daniel Magner
I don't know about all this
it feels an awful lot like a trap
a pit covered with leaves
eternal peace dangling above it
when I reach it the ground gives
and I'll fall, expect to hit an end,
but end up much worse,
back in the city.
Daniel Magner 2015
 Oct 2015 F White
RH 78
A summer of discontent
Uprooted families swap a bombed house for tent.

A summer of disbelief.
Acts of terror but where is the relief?

A summer of turmoil.
Mass migration not safe on home soil.

A summer of confusion.
Gangs, traffickers, corruption collusion.

A summer of down trodden flowers.
The tears we shed from the sins of powers.
I felt the need to pen this subsequent to daily reports of the terrible migrant atrocities which continue to happen as a result of the unsettled nations in North Afria. European nations have no cohesive solution to deal correctly with the influx of people. Their plight ignored daily. Countries such as Greece & Turkey are experiencing first hand the social impact as they struggle to cope. The powers seem at odds to deal with it all. Where is the humanitarian effort to correct the sins created by the powers that be?
 Oct 2015 F White
NV
he just sounded a bit down over the phone.
and all i really wanted to do,
was wrap my arms around his body like a ring on a finger.
to tell him about the times i get lonely too,
and how the only things that take up space is air,
and the echoes of my heartbeat.
and i swear to god,
i could have cried at the fact that technology only made it easier to love someone you aren't able to touch.
the drop in his voice deeper than any ocean i've been to.
but an ocean i don't mind swimming in,
sinking in.
it's 4:28 in the morning and i don't know if all this writing even makes sense,
or if it's just as bad as the one before.
but one day when he gets lonely again,
i just hope that i'm blessed enough to pick up the keys and drive my way into his arms.
 Oct 2015 F White
NV
msg delivered
 Oct 2015 F White
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
 Jul 2015 F White
Seán Mac Falls
.
We drove to wild poppy fields,
Lost and open under the sun,
To picnic in solemn, spent wonder,
And celebrate new found love.

Gentle rain came blowing in—
The sky painted a clouded mood,
And old mist rose in lighted heat
A gentle sheet of covering dark.

We then broke down to take leave,
Our lent time was now dead—
There under the cathedral of sun,
Our love smoked in poppyhead.
Poppyhead: a raised ornament often in the form of a finial generally used on the tops of the upright ends of seats in Gothic churches.
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 Jul 2015 F White
Seán Mac Falls
Bright as any dawn
After dark breaks universe
Wildflowers open
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