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 Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro
Eloi
I am the ocean,

I am the sea,

There is a world inside of me.
 Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro
Polar
From nowhere

Like motes in the air

Notes begin to appear

Ethereal to the eye

Soft as the sigh

Of breath upon your face

Gliding over your senses

You feel their touch

Origin unknown.

Whether a force of rage

Or state of grace

For a time

You each occupy the same space.

Words can touch your heart

Or destroy your soul,

Obliterate your being

Or leave you whole,

And though the author

You cannot see

You get to know them intimately.

Though the origin of the author

Is often unknown

When words are shared

Your not alone.
Spines that shiver in minds of old,

Gasping spinsters times have told,

Of little men the color of green,

Hidden by walls not to be seen,

Harvest the blood they call to me,

Take the drops of red is the fee,

Cast the amber sun to stop fast,

Murky waters a grave in the past,

Ignorant fellows lay down in cotton,

Thoughts hollow black and all rotten,

Death the gift that comes willing and able,

Remember dear ones this is no fable.
 Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro
Stu Harley
i've
cheated death
once more
and
found
a place
called heaven
without wings
You are my foundation
You are my rock
A shoulder to lean on
To whom I can talk

When we are together
I am at peace
I'm your bearing
You are my grease

Twenty five years of bliss
Is what we had
Proud you're my wife
Our daughter her dad

I hope twenty five more years
Is what's in store
When those are done
I'll need twenty five more
You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.
Flex them.
Sometime,
crying is the only language,
a person that is hurt,
could understand....
when your mouth,
can't explain,
how broken you are.
 Jun 2016 Jacob Cuadro
NvrMnd
My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away
From oblivion
the last stanza
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