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You can burn the leaves down to ashes
Snap the branches and chop apart the wood
But until the root is extracted
It will all come back to flourish in due time

(C) Tiffanie Doro
What are we, really?
For as long as we have been able,
Humans have looked skyward and wondered.

Wondered about the timbre of our voices
About the pastel shades of our skin.
When we are cut, why do we all bleed the same red?

About our origin.
About our purpose.
About our murky past and our luminous future.

What are we, really?
As a species we are collectively stumped.
We have journeyed far.
From trepanning the ill, ventilating their skulls to drive out malevolent spirits,
To carefully calculating the oscillations of distant stars.

And yet,
Despite our ingenuity, despite our ambition, despite our progress,
The truth still escapes our inquisitive grasp.
What are we, really?

Are we god's chosen flock?
Are we simply another infinitely random arrangement of carbon atoms? Flesh and gristle and calcium deposits?
Are we overgrown simians with overgrown egos and obnoxious sense of importance?
Or are we a simulation? Ones and zeroes on the motherboard of the cosmos?

What are we,
Really?
If I had to compare you
You would be a Sunday morning hangover
I'm afraid I can't put it lightly
the headaches you create could
with no doubt
**** a great white
You can take offense
Yet I must inform you that you are more offensive than ****** and Genghis Khan combined
Contrary to your exterior,
your mind is only that of a million others which I avoid
If only books always matched their covers this struggle wouldn't take me to such heights-
Or perhaps lows, I should say
So pardon me, my dear
The memories of my youth would be much fonder spent sitting next another individual-
One with the ability of truth and compassion
Or atleast the courtesy of decency
But your moral is blatantly,
Unsurpassably,
Incomprehensibly
too skewed


(C) Tiffanie Doro
If the sky was made of paper
and the seas made of ink
We would have no air to breathe and no water to drink.

This is a ridiculous predicament to find ourselves in
All for the price of love

As long as I live
And as long as I breathe
I will continue to tell how I love you

I need not skies of paper or seas of ink,
Simply the words that evade me,
And a rooftop to shout them from

What should I say
How to tell of my feelings for you?
Love,
Ha! Love is hardly enough to describe what I feel.

What I feel for you is deeper
A passion that cannot be quenched,
A thirst for your affections
A need for the simple brush of your skin against mine.

There are no words for this in our ridiculously limited language.
I have no words with which to say the things I have been bursting to say.
So I must express these sentiments in the best way I know how
With my simple, barbaric language,
So I leave you with my humble words in parting:

*I love you, Darling
Only last week did my phone ring,
I let it linger for just a moment to appear
like I get these calls all the time,
but briefly lost myself in the window and the view it kept for itself:

The trees that cut their leaves
Because they can do winter alone and bare,

Hard stone walls running rings around the land,
Bound together forever as a pair,

Cars are parked on roadsides at math-book textbook
Angles, parked without care,

Curtains covering windows across the street
Hiding makeup clad, moneyed affairs

Bus stops perched on top of the hill,
Red and built up from the ground, level and square,

Up the high street and off on the left
Are the new deigned houses of the poor millionaires,

Walking dog husbands walk unaware
Down paths belonging to the youth

Who sell drugs to each other with a
Giggle and an old rug to cover up their stash.

Only last week did my phone ring,
I let it linger for just a moment to appear
like I get these calls all the time,
my mother was on the other end,
“What took you so long?” she says.
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 Oct 2013 George Krokos
heather
one pill
two pill
three pill
four
how many pills till i drop to the floor
float like smoke
and kiss the ember goodnight
how many pills till it's all right
xanax and rugrats
high and content
no more stress over what i can't prevent
Divine Minds Transcend

Staring out into the night sky the sound of thunder shakes the trees
A circle of planets hovers in the distance a starry bridge stretches out before me
I see with my third eye an alternate existence ascending me into a higher conscious reality
I see an upside-down pyramid floating over a circle of dancing monkeys

So here we go again searching for the truth
It’s deep inside the looking glass
where only few breakthrough

Do you try hard to open the eye in your mind?
The sound of cries ignite another crash landing
Emotions rise deceptive minds are bending
Does anyone know how much I suffered from this
I lived life, lost and confused then watched my fate descending

So there I was again searching for the truth
I searched inside the looking glass until I finally broke through

I fell into a strange world a world inside a dream
It was there that I found a circle of planets magically hovering
A starry bridge to an alternate existence ascending me into a higher conscious reality
I saw with my third eye an upside-down pyramid
floating over a circle
a circle of humanity

It was there I broke my ego and found the real me
© JDMaraccini 2013
 Aug 2013 George Krokos
Sad Girl
I've been thinking, lately, I've been thinking a lot.
I don't want to be alive and I also don't want to die.
I'm just existing. No friends. No purpose. Nothing.
Just here. And this constantly bothers me because
everyone seems to have something or be doing something.
I feel constantly alone and while I'm alone I contemplate
doing the most rash and unreasonable things.
I'm scared for myself because I don't know exactly
what I am capable of when feeling this helpless.
I know I'll be getting into trouble sooner or later.
I just want to rush back to my old ways and say
**** recovery, because what has it done for me?
Caused me misery and allowed my mind to run
rampant with these awful thoughts. What would
you do in my position? I don't have money and no one
will hire me. I can't travel, I have no love life. I've lost
all of my friends and I can't quite pull myself together
on my own. I need help. What would you do?
This is not a poem. Just a stream of my thoughts.
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