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 Jun 2015 Jacqueline Skidmore
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The amount of eraser shavings I have tucked away in my night stand could fill up twelve pencil boxes.
Words have been erasing from my paper like hunters beating down trails for homeless, bony foxes.
And I'm afraid of all the words that I'm going to forget as I'm running blind, straight ahead.
My unclipped claws are scratching the dirt in a race that won't settle anything- that won't lay the hunters to bed.
The night couldn't get anymore viscous as it calls in the boisterous wind to erase everything that I have to say like a merciless king.
The hunters don't know there is no pack leader, that I'm alone, and the tracks I leave behind are the words that sting.
I've lost sight of my pages in this cold, lightless wood; rendered breathless and afraid.
I'm trying to speak, but all that's coming out of my mouth are eraser shavings and the hunters have already took their first bullet to invade.
So, the drawer beside my cold bed is composed of red, crumbled pieces of rubber full of words I'll never know.
As I lay beneath the menacing branches, waiting for the hunters to pass,  I watch with crackling, shaking bones everything
that was once a friend to me, dissolve like white snow.
Behind all of the glamour
Hidden by the glitz
Under all the spray on tans
And distracted by the ****

Lies a Vegas like no other
Not the one you wish to see
The other side of Vegas
Has a cost, it isn't free

A parade of homeless people
Far off strip are daily seen
Heading for a bed and meal
Away from where the grass is green

The locals all accept it
It's a darker part of town
Where there's fewer painted smiles
On this Las Vegas clown

Every other building
Is boarded up or framed
In steel bar covered windows
With no winners at the game

The goal of all the walkers
Is to get to the next day
They can't afford to leave here
They can't afford to stay

Each walkway full of hawkers
Selling water for a buck
Passed out drunks all sleeping
Hoping you will toss a buck

Some saints and many sinners
Came to find the life they lead
Is not the one they looked for
When they came here to fill their greed

Don't look behind the curtain
You will not like what you will find
The darker side of Vegas
Is not one that's in your mind

A parade of desperate people
Walk the streets each night alone
Past the empty buildings
Pass the bail bonds, guns and loans

To truly see Las Vegas
You have to venture off the strip
Into a world of darkness
And in truth, it's a short trip

Behind the glitz and glamour
Away from where the tourists go
Is the dark side of Las Vegas
That only few will ever know
Star light full of silver
Moon beams laced with gold
I'd give you all I gather
For you just to behold

Flecks of gold in sunshine
Silver steaks upon the sea
I'd gather all for you to have
If you would be with me

Gather up the silver dust
Gather up the gold
Gather up the moonlight mist
I will offer up my soul
Gather up the silver dust
Gather up the gold
Gather up the moonlight mist
If you once I just could hold

Emeralds and ruby gems
From rainbows in the sky
I'd gather them for you as well
For you my dear I'd die

I'd mine for diamonds in the night
From the stars up oh so high
I'd gather all if you would be
The one for which I'd die

Gather up the silver dust
Gather up the gold
Gather up the moonlight mist
I will offer up my soul
Gather up the silver dust
Gather up the gold
Gather up the moonlight mist
If you once I just could hold
I've been around
Haven't seen anything
You clash with me now
And suddenly I can't even blink

Touch of a lion, strong and safe
Ripping apart my notion of being awake
Moving with purpose, circling in
Clash with desire, my skin feels the ache

Feel that burn wish it to stay
Living for moments when the sparks ignite into flames
Savour a second that lasts for a night
Take a detour lets open our eyes
I.
A sun deemed resplendent, bearing only a fraudulent shine
The only luster it holds yields shabby verses and lines
A weary heart wishing for chosen eyes to descry unwritten letters
An exhausted mind yearning to rid of the demon's loud chatters

II.
A desire to commence a mutiny, A desire to spark a rebellion
Engage in a war with army tanks riding domesticated stallions
Efforts remain futile, feeble are all attacks
Skulls remain unbroken after a thousand thwacks

III.
A posture resembling a colossal monument
A name etched temporarily on the copious firmament
What's strong is not, what's loud is quiet
Who stares at the gun craves for the lethal bullet

IV.
A new flesh has developed out of nothing but grime
Layers of filth has accumulated on what once was prime
Daggers have been thrown, arrows had been fired
To seek for an escape is urgent as it is dire

V.
All goodbyes shunned in exchange for a longer lullaby
A dying crow ready to leap off a ravine, ready to fly
Not all apologies were said, not all gratitude were expressed
The ninety-nine shall remain suppressed

VI.
Darkness was the light and the light was incessantly sought
A soul beyond repair, a concert of tumultuous thoughts
Temporary is the peace during slumbers
Eternal it is if the bed is six feet under
Where you look, your eyes will find me.
I am in the shade of every tree.
I am inside every tableau.
You only need to ask to learn,
You already have the answer to your quary.
Turn your attention inward
To turn to the Kingdom of Heaven.
You are My Logia.

Whosoever finds meaning in these sayings shall not experience death.

Let he who seeks keep seeking,
Seeking until he finds.
He will then be troubled,
Then astonished,
Then he will rule the world.

The old man will ask a child of seven days the place of life.
The two shall know each other,
As each shall become the other,
And become one and the same.
There is nothing hidden that will not be found.

It is what issues forth from your mouth which will defile you.
Do not ask about your end without knowing your beginning.

When two are the same as one.
When the inside is like the outside.
When what is above is as below.
When male and female are one.
When an eye is an eye,
When a hand is a hand,
When a foot is a foot,
You will know Paradise.

When you choose, as I choose,
One from a thousand,
And two from ten thousand,
And they stand as a single one,
You will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
This work was inspired by The Gospel of St. Thomas.
You're not a Golden Boy,
And you never were meant to be.
You are a force of desperation,
Seeking salvation.
You live to be free.
That is the reason why
You may forever be bound
To the saviors of the Underground.

You were a bit of a child.
The world was having its way with you.
You tried to make a declaration,
A revelation,
Some celebration.
You tried some chemical shock.
As a dried leaf floats downstream,
It is steryl as an early angel.

You're just a Rolling Roy,
The drifting dust on a beam of sunlight.
You suffer from separation,
By invitation,
And so many things to see.
It is no wonder why
Your golden boy will not be found,
Except by those of the Underground.
This is not a sad poem. It is about how one finds himself, among who seem to be the unlikeliest of people.
It can happen that way sometimes. It means other things, too, but I think I will bask in the accomplishment of what is abstract for a while before giving full disclosure.
"Irony is as simple as drawing trees on paper."
© Copywrited.
Mother is a word with no description
But I will try to describe her through the power of inscription
I'll live up to the name 'son' with chivalry and bravery
To do anything otherwise would be emotional slavery
Mother is the one I go to when I feel weak
Every night before bed she gives me a kiss on the cheek
She motivates me to always do well
Letting mom down would send me to hell

Mother taught me to treat women with respect
Mother taught me to always expect
Nothing but the best from myself and others
I couldn't possibly ask for a better mother
She is always there when I need a helping hand
She inspired me to make a difference in this dying land
She taught me to always 'pay it forward'
If I fall a step back, take two leaps forward

Mother is the reason I work hard
Because of my mother, I always stand guard
A second protector next to my dad
I live lawful good, and do best not to act bad
I would take a bullet for Mom
Except then I'd be so sad to be gone
My mom and I don't always get along
But for her I'll do my very best to be strong

I love you Mother, you're my best friend
I'll love you until the very end
I'll surely be devastated once you are gone
But I will forever be honored to call you my Mom.
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