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 May 2016 Got Guanxi
Miles
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 May 2016 Got Guanxi
Miles
I spend my summers in Amsterdam

Everyone rides bikes

The girls all wear short skirts

The wind blows and all the girls ride by with their ***** in the air

I sit outside the cafes and watch the bikes go by
 May 2016 Got Guanxi
gray rain
I'm tearing myself
from inside to out
destroying myself
with fear and doubt
It used to be the task of Moms to ***** train young ***** and Janes.
The government had other work; such as procuring tanks and planes.
These days the STATE has grown so large that they alone must run the show
The President, by Royal decree, demands we let his people go.

Though Male and Female God created; that either-or -ness now seems dated.
Learned scholars have explained how **** might think herself a Jane,
providing Kaitlyn, once named Bruce, with a ready-made excuse.
Conservatives rail, but what’s the use?

He She or It? Are you confused about which bathroom you should use?
In former days it was the done thing to use the room that matched your fun thing
Now delicate Psyches are rubbed raw as their gender issues they explore.



Once more the forces of the law are brought to bear on Segregation;
now its stools, not schools, which are the cause for intervention.
Yes, women have their Privacy rights- when it comes to procreation.
All else must now be sacrificed to the vision of a much changed nation.

When Adam and Eve think they’re Ada and Steve
Let them *** where they want or the State is aggrieved.
Adolescence is just such a jumble these days;
What with male lesbians, trannies and gays.
The young must find it most confusing
about which bathroom they should be using.
In New York City, if you so please,
You won’t be arrested if found using our trees.

Obama started with such high hopes.
I voted for him but now I’m bitter,
That the Presidency of hope and change
is winding up here in the *******.
 May 2016 Got Guanxi
John
Hello
 May 2016 Got Guanxi
John
Hello darkness my old friend
Waiting for ever so patiently
I have yet wonder away from thy
Again
But you wait for me to return
Waiting ever so patiently
Hello darkness my old friend
through art, it conceals
through art, it reveals

I speak symbolism,
only eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of my words can seek for truth

let the wind blows, let the storm howls
be it a fault or a foul,
only those eyes and mouths that bear the fruition of every truth I hold
could seek for clarity within them all

I was born for agony, not harmony
I was born to ride the waves, not streams

through art, it suppresses
through art, it unveils
expectant pike laughs
oafishly, snowdrift bragging
apologists eat
 May 2016 Got Guanxi
Ronney
As daylight thins

As the night closes in

People retreat into homes

Feeling the protests of aching bones

Voices whisper in hushed tones

Laying down our heads

Putting our bodies to rest

Slowing down of breath

Calm beating chest

Sleep soon follows in step
~ when your tired and burned out you know it's time for a rest/break/sleep

~ point being don't overwork yourself you know when it's time for a break and so does your body take the hints and feel rejuvenated after a good nights rest

~ lol sorry but you could probably tell I'm really sleepy now
I pinch myself
till I'm sore
to make sure I'm awake
and that it's no mistake
This thing that's happened
This thing that's re-awakened
my quest for unwavering persistence
I'm a great believer in permanence
These things are possible
I smiled a smile that bridged a gulf of silence
a smile that surpassed a diplomatic coup
and made the world a warmer place
where we don't do things just for face
i smiled a smile that brought the sun out of years of cloud
My neighbour broke into an answering smile
just as I was beginning to think the ice would never thaw
These small mercies from life's bounty
can be such a boon when days are dark
So, out with that smile, friend,
Let it's honey trickle out of your mouth
into the cleft of your chin
till the soft raisins peep out
of life's basin of wonders
 May 2016 Got Guanxi
Anne B
Maybe I like you
Possibly, I admire you

Hopefully, I won't
fall for
you.
Guess what, I did.
Flying by
Where does it go?
Where it stops
Will we ever know
\Going round
and rounder still
To the other side
of the mountain hill
\Landing now
With band in hand
Can finally say
I am a man
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