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A big bad wolf chased me through the woods,
through the forest beyond my golden castle
I ran and ran and ran, he frightened me so
Now it's okay, cause I led him to my fairy friends

My fairy godmother says, "Don't fear princess,
For you darling, we shall fix him immediately
into a huge Toad eating a fly, a toad with big eyes
and never ever again will he chase you dear"

Now I wander off the cheerful little path
where the sweetest of  honeysuckles grow
and follow sunlight to a little stream
where a handsome prince awaits for me
-----
When eyes must hear
And
When eras must see

Blue O     Green U    Red I    White E    Black A
jasmine was little
and doesn't know her diary notebook
has gilding
has God
oh you, the creator gods of lined notebooks
let me have my grandpa


مرگ من

یاسمن کوچک بود
و نمی دانست
دفتر خاطره هایش اکلیل دارد
دفتر خاطره هایش خدا دارد
ای خدایان آفریننده ی دفترهای خط دار
به من اجازه بدهید
...پدربزرگم را داشته باشم
to Jawahar Gupta :)
A quiet park, all alone,
Sitting on my swinging throne.

Back and forth, upward I fly,
Into the beautiful, cloudless sky.

Soaring, smiling, wind in my face;
Just me and swing in a peaceful place.
At least there's peace here if nowhere else
 Feb 2017 Jamie L Cantore
Daan
We saw we lacked fulfillment of desires,
goals our mind hardwires into our existence.
We made a pact called resistance,
made a promise that appalled assistance
we don't need anymore.

Morally grey, black and white were never
meant to stay, we were supposed to sever
ourselves from past whining, unable to withstand
declining, weepers, lonesome sleepers,
armed with their hand.

We're not back, admitted, we are only just beginning,
we recognized the lack, the start of our winning.
It's all relative
just don't get caught up in the mechanics
they're just a set up
when you are old
I hope you
                     remember those
holy
moments
       on my window-bed
between
our hip-bones
     and
eyes,
          minds, torsos twisting
             skin never close enough to the other’s
laughter.
                               and cascading
                                      hair-curtains
            ­                                      lips
                                                  breathing
                                                           other’s
                                                                ­breath
                                                                ­      sweet and
                                   longing
                                                     words words
                                                        no words
                                                       one word:

                                                      now – here.
nowhere love here ***
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