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 May 2016 Ibk Santos
complexify
Hey, I have a question for ya.
Are you a liar?
It doesn't matter
If you lie about things
Or feelings
You're still a liar.

If your answer is yes
I have a question for you.

Who is the only person
That you can never lie to?

Think now, liars.
Who is it?
Your parents?
Friends?
Family?
God?
Sorry, I laughed a bit there.

Well, the answer is simple.
You can lie to everyone but not yourself, liars.
So think before you lie
Because you might stab yourself
With your own knife.
I lie about my feelings a lot of times, thinking that my mind would let go and forget about it. But it never happen. I'll always end up killing myself with my lies.
 May 2016 Ibk Santos
Lakin
One day
I'll write poetry that
does not echo in his honor,
or shatter hearts like his hands
so unforgivably did.

But unfortunately,
and as misfortune may have it,
these words still breathe for him.
 May 2016 Ibk Santos
Vampyre Kato
Feminine Energy Keeps Me Alive
If I Do Not Have It
I Think IMA Die
Passion Projects They Feel Me Inside
Swimimg With Women
I'm Into Their Eyes
Where
Desries A Fire Admire Their Vibe
She's In My Wings
Her HandS On My Side
Holding Me Tight
I'm Deep In Her Thighs
Gaze DeepIn Her Eyes
Is She Singing & Dreaming
I think Its A Cry
Electric Just Fly's
I Need This Every A Mmmmm
All Through The Night
Women Come To My Light
I Brighten Their Sea
Pressed Tight On Her Jeans
Her Pace
Our Space In Outer Space
That's All I Need
Romance Hold Hands For Weeks
Women Say They Get Excited
Hard To Breathe Around Me
Its That Speechless Passion
You Know What I Mean
IMA Put In Slow
I Don't Want To Hear Screams
Ill Be Patient If Its Hard To Take It
Electric Shocks From A lot No Blocks
When Were Naked
Home Don't Feel Like Home
I Project My Passion ,Pain , Happiness In Rain
In All Poems
I Want To Hug You In The Snow
I Want To Give You My Jacket Wrap You In The Cold
Its You That I Adore
Under An Oak At The Mourge
As Rain Pours & Our Passion Turn The Rain More Into A Rain Storm
With A Gentle Romance Love Breeze
We Can Gaze At The Rainbows Rays & The Leaves That Pass We As We Proceed To Be In Unity
I'm Only Deep Still High As Peaks
My twin Soul Flame
How Much Space Is In Between
I Awake From Lucid Dreams
Looking For You
All I Feel Is Me
I Can Feel You So Close
This Sensation Can't Be A Ghost
I See Your Name On The Page
In The Sage When It Smokes
I Don't Even Drink
Although Wine Toast
Once A Week
I Feel The Connection
Blossom It Is Awesome
Flowers Roses On Trees
Every Time I See Purple &Pin;;
I Feel Blue For You Ooh
Come To Me
 May 2016 Ibk Santos
mike dm
my skin
is thin and
swimmingly scrim.

the moonface
pushpulls me.

i am
moved
too much.

i am
not enough
mover.

i am *****
given,
all too often.

i am
not
me -

i am you
in your supine
palm.

i matter
little.

my
molecules
are
fast
becoming
transparent,

vibrating with the sound
of your voice, which

seems real
-so real-

real
like
when

the kitchen
sink
disposal

runs.
 May 2016 Ibk Santos
ryn
Basslines
 May 2016 Ibk Santos
ryn
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The soundtrack to life deserves the most wicked of baselines.
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 Apr 2016 Ibk Santos
Anne Sexton
I am the only actor.
It is difficult for one woman
to act out a whole play.
The play is my life,
my solo act.
My running after the hands
and never catching up.
(The hands are out of sight -
that is, offstage.)
All I am doing onstage is running,
running to keep up,
but never making it.

Suddenly I stop running.
(This moves the plot along a bit.)
I give speeches, hundreds,
all prayers, all soliloquies.
I say absurd things like:
egss must not quarrel with stones
or, keep your broken arm inside your sleeve
or, I am standing upright
but my shadow is crooked.
And such and such.
Many boos.  Many boos.

Despite that I go on to the last lines:
To be without God is to be a snake
who wants to swallow an elephant.
The curtain falls.
The audience rushes out.
It was a bad performance.
That's because I'm the only actor
and there are few humans whose lives
will make an interesting play.
Don't you agree?
 Apr 2016 Ibk Santos
ryn
Transitory
 Apr 2016 Ibk Santos
ryn
I am here
Yet most times I'm not
Likened to a fleeting zephyr
Perchance may be caught

Beyond the bend, it's hard to see
Uncertain, unpredictable, unsure
There are chances however unlikely
To chart life's trot and canter

Awaiting the moment I would voraciously savour
The fullness of my being that's rare and transitory
Because almost always,
I'm drowning in doubt and clamour
With fevered breaths drawn more quickly
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