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 Jan 2017 James M Vines
Mona
In different shades of blood, we came to recognize ourselves,
The last on the complexion scale, never comes first,
We're nonbelievers in racism, we play mildly with the concept,
And what we see today is only tomorrow's excerpt.

Crowns of hypocrisy adorn the royal heads,
A compass of instinct directs the essential regret,
Rivers shall pour, flags raised like swords,
But only if the water is close enough to destroy the fort.

And I've come to learn that hearts beat in different melodies,
To affect the layers of ignorance you'll have to rhyme the tragedies,
Equality is only present in mathematical calculations,
In this world it's an illusion to our shattered nations.

We draw lines in the sand, and firmly stand behind them,
Weary of what to say with our quivering pens,
And finally we eloped into different species of humans,
The elements that used to bind us degraded to ruins.

We are only names and lands, north and south, black and white,
Labels are what make us, and the anthems we recite,
The more we breathe in the soot of what we've become,
The more the deers cower and the more the lions run.

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We grow old like watches
The hands are stiff from work
Correct time reflected twice a day
A fact which leaves us erked
Having regularity
Becomes a real perk
Hearts left too long in the sun
Become completely ******

We grow old like plumbing
Springing lots of leaks
Number 1 is hourly
The other once a week!
There's orthascopic searches
The plumbers take a peek
While the polyps and fistulae
Really have us freaked!

We grow old like locks & keys
You know, the skeleton kind
We can't unlock our hips & knees
We can't unlock our minds
We can't unlock our senses
Eyes & ears go blind
We can't get out of fleshy jail
We're really in a bind!

We grow old like vehicles
Our wiring starts to burn
Odometers spin like crazy
While our wheels refuse to turn!

We grow old like parchment
We pour out like a cup
We count the beats of clicking bones
The old want to be pups
While the crazy youngsters of today

Can't wait to grow up!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/13/2017
Nightowl poetry (can't sleep EITHER! LOL!)
 Jan 2017 James M Vines
SassyJ
Pocket the riff of the strum
hide in the hum,by the cliff
smile at the wall countdown

There is a hole in your soul
at the crossroads of the ends
the confusion within shadows

Bathe inside the current of dreams
pull painfree from the dainty mount
there is nothing that is left to lose

I'll take you to the fearless grounds
wipe the teardrop vile grounding tears
pause the episode of unstoppable rain

I see your hidden gaze in unclear mirrors
In the inbetween of the yesterday lines
Mincing matters on edges of destiny

Pocket the riff of the strum
and stand up unafraid to lead,  
Let the blues melt away all highways
Essence
Failures all around
What a way to lose your crown
Confidence not found
Hard to fight when you're feeling down
Success is great revenge
But it feels like its all pretend
Now its time to change
Rise up and get things rearranged
I long for the trees
Sun shade and sweet breeze
Beauty to bring you to your knees

I long for the trails
Made by animals with little tails
With imprints in the dirt from their nails

I long for the streams
and the things that it brings
Little fish, frogs, and other things

I long for the birds
That make their song heard
Cheers and lullabies without any words

I long for the boughs
The bark is comfort now
Like a friend that's always around
I just can't get it together
Problems, including the weather
Plan and try
As time goes by
They can't hold me back forever
Sunshine pouring through the window
Better days ahead
Warm winds are blowing now
Nothing left to dread
Weather can change at anytime
Must stay vigilant
For if there is a hurricane
I'll have no incident
Right now shine down upon me
I will soak it in
For right now we're happy
I don't want it to end
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