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 Feb 2014 Guss
A B Perales
Out of Liquor
and out of time.
It's 2 AM on
someday
thats not a
saturday.

Outside my window
racoons climb through
the fig tree feasting
like untamed
royalty on
the heavy hanging
fruit.

I rifle through
the cabinets
in search of a
bottle.
The cabinets are
bare and I know
this,
but the madness
says there's more.

There's a deep
red stain on
the scuffed and
peeling linoleum floor.
It's as red as
that flapping flag
of anarchy.
It's blood and
I know it
but I choose to
ignore it.

The bars have
all closed and I can
hear my neighbor
has brought the
party home
next door.

I despise the sun
but times like
these I beg the
Gods for it's
arrival.
For with the
awakening of
another day
brings the opening of the
liquor store
and my continuance
in the way of the
hardened soul.

My mornings began
just as empty as
my bottles
from the night before
and I see no
real reason to
stop it all
now.
 Feb 2014 Guss
JMo
My Belief in Life
 Feb 2014 Guss
JMo
I believe in God the father for He is life!
I live with love waiting for the one lady 4 me.
I thank God for second chances, we can n' do learn from our mistakes.
I believe in miracles; I overcome the impossible everyday.
I know that there are no bad people, only good people who make bad choices.
I strive on coming through for people, giving them a reason to rely&trust; in me.  
I believe that everything happens for a reason because
I am in Him...
 Feb 2014 Guss
jeffrey robin
& he (with her) entwined bestrode
His
Great white horse
His pale white steed



This Image thus the castle fled
On
Sacred mission  no mere man
Might hope to "read"



In the City !
The Vile City!

The Filthy Stinking Black City!

!

Can you see the hang man' s noose !
The hungry child!
The spread legged hairy toothless *****!

Know ye not your mother pure ?
Your father proud in his piety?



Off they thunder cross blue hills
And skies of lavender
Streaked with red

He and she and the pale horse
The white horse well known as DOOM!



And he whispers in her ear
" I love you!
I love you!"



She around him full entwined
Body!
Heart!
Soul!
& Mind!

••

Gather round YE children who
Mighty Poets choose to be

Here are WE in sacred shape
On and on and on we ride!

Over the mystic countryside!

••

The City!
The Stinking City!

The Vile City!



Black with raging Humankind!



Entwined lovers
(Such Lovliness!)

Baring lofty words
And glistening *******!)



We leave our Safety

To save the rest!
 Feb 2014 Guss
Sir B
The Shadow
 Feb 2014 Guss
Sir B
I have become the shadow
that i definitely didn't want to become
well, that's just outright depressing.
True shadow now. Nobody is going to miss me, i am a true shadow now. Hardly have anyone left to talk to.
 Feb 2014 Guss
Terry Collett
Deep within
where none else goes

the hard grief grows
and just when you think

you are moving on a bit
it comes back

with the painful hit
moving you back

to yesteryears
which move to tears

the little boy
the growing lad

young man
grown man

and deep loved son
all wrapped up in one

big bundle of memories
unfolding and moving

and having moved
to edge of hurt and pain

the whirlpool
of all emotions spin

in that secret chamber
deep within

where none else goes
the deep grief grows
 Feb 2014 Guss
Tommy Johnson
When we make little cracks in the stained glass window
It means we’re away for the moment
Caught up in the yellow frost
It came over us
We are not angels
I try to rise above the madness
We are not the answer
We are out of the picture
Everybody wants it
Everybody can reach it
Come out and touch me
Forget how you lived once before
Give and get forevermore
We are the proof in the pudding
We are the bigger picture

       -Tommy Johnson
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