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No time to refine the conceptual mind
Patterns are formed, developed,  defined.
Look within and you should find
Who bares the fruit at the end of the vine

Is reaching the pinnacle of perpetual life redefined  
Worth the risk of committing a crime?
Go, hide away.....
Run for cover.....
You can get what's been lost some other time

In the shadows as in the light
You still shine
Like a shooting star, afar, on a cloudless night
Past the moon, so soon, so bright

If you deny, it's a lie, not the truth
From all we were taught and we learned in our youth
All alone or in a group
Everywhere that you look there is proof

He who climbs the tallest tree
Has the rights to the fruit
Whether he's disheveled,
Or in a suit
Eye on the prize, worlds collide
No dispute.
If you get something out of my writing, then it was worth writing.
Falling in the melody
Of each chilly breeze;
The subtle rustling of
It's decaying brethren
Match each soft beat.
Finally fading into a
Hallowed harmony as
It settles among those
Already lost; there is
Nothing more serene
Than Death's silent
Lament to leaves.
Art
If I could describe in words
This feeling my heart
Then this would the wildest poem
And the most beautiful art
The house creaks, for it is aged,
And we are leaving it to turn another page.
But the book is endless, and the pages never cease,
I don't think I'm ever going to get some release.

It's one bad story or another in this unending book,
And I'm always the protagonist, her, the crook.
But what makes crooks descend to such lows,
Is it because their lives, painful, were filled with blows?

So, it's torment to me, the helpless boy clutching his stuffed animal,
Who never moved on from seeing abuse: it took a toll.
How do I help her but protect myself at once?
The poison slinks toward my lips through the passing of the months.
 Nov 2015 From Jess's Lips
mikev
One minute it's fine
the next it's knot
I've tied tight ready
Hands steady eyes heavy
Let me do it!
Barking at identies unclear.
Shadow darting startled in fear.
Breathe. It's time.
This is for you, he said
raising a glass of their blood
This is for us, he said, with a nod
across the room, the cross almost
glows against the ****** walls.
He's ready they said.
Ready for answers they said.
Earth fosters all
    singing upstream
        the affect of
green — certain
    thingsthe
g
allan
Try
         moreover once
and folding the ineffablewater
    d
ownthe
            hill
the hands of the world
     fondling   t
he universe
      like a totterin
Ganimal
     doused in an amalgamof
     fire
   tucked in our laughter
       sweet summer
    surmise of all warmth
 Nov 2015 From Jess's Lips
Ovid
The cold is the only warmth I've  known
The heat only comes from within and all there is to come
The only rise I have is when the waves lift me to my apex
My only apex
The trough is where I've been and belong
To be drowning for so long some thirst has to be quenched
The relentless reality of a drifter is forever lost
Sorrow only grows and is never relinquished
Misfit into an ocean of hungry sharks
Drown or be bitten apart
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