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 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
echo
..

The world's
a stage...

and he is just

A Player


..
*more wisdom than you can Shake-a-Speare at
**dat relationship advice
*** been into the ten-words lately... :P
 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
echo
...
she drew the line
but her heart
was on
it

...
10w
In cold and bitter dark

Madness falls like rain

The muddied slopes of reason

Slowly slip away

Gentle momentum

In falling

Gains

And brings the mountain

Tumbling down
 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
ECKate
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 Jan 2014 Jack Piatt
ECKate
induratize me, just leave that scent behind;
at the doorway it lingers,
whispering faux truths without surprise.
the snow laughs in reflection, glitter haunts a mirror & to say we
see as nothing, we find there's
constant consistency here.
but water is transformation,
repurpose, great ingenuity;
freezing to create sorrow's surface, melting to break deep rests escape

my mother's brain found it incredibly sad,
trickling chemicals tricking bodies into reform,
skirmishing the soul away from the eyes,
to think if I could shake her free.
and that's what a love hath done to me, so i wait for the melt,
to remember my uncertainty


© 2015 Kate Volk
I want to travel the world
Wanderlust
Off road
Living in the dirt and the dust
Throw the roadmap out of the window
I wanna go where no one’s been before.
Experiential seeker
Live in the moment sort of believer
Capture the essence, capture the feeling
What is the story, what is the meaning?
Ephemeral and fleeting
Such is the world through eyes of human beings
But just for a minute forget what you're seeing
Embrace this pure and unadulterated freedom
Now give up control, your conscience is leaving!!
Sayin you’re lucky to have me
Clovers have four leaves,
But *** has five
Baby let’s get high
I want to adventure-cise
Explore the outside
As you explore mine.
 Dec 2013 Jack Piatt
ECKate
Netptunes unwritten love;
yearning and tearing for her, Selene.
oh, she's shades a lady to revel in,
her forever ending;rebirth.

he tries to combust a means to reach rare
longingly gazes,
but retracts, a trapped magnet.

jaaneman is whispered, and she breaths life to the wind; but a ghost to the sea.


© 2015 Kate Volk
 Dec 2013 Jack Piatt
ECKate
s
 Dec 2013 Jack Piatt
ECKate
s
reach inside to find the itch
scratch the organs to reminisce
find the heart to take it out
slap it back,
still alive

slurp slur breath and
so funny, we laugh;
till we hear the crack
the stitches of lost breath;
our ribs will rein-tact.
dizzy dizzy, but don't hate the sailor
you did yourself the favor
the face grimacing creator
slap slide slick is the tounge
feel taste breathe the ***

spills words sticky on the counter
count not time
replace the black hour

© 2015 Kate Volk
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