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  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
Kelly Rose
Humor

She is often told
she has no sense of humor

But really....
It wasn't that she
did not enjoy the absurd
Or laugh

The problem is
she's just not funny

So strange...
you would think
humor and funny
are one and the same

Obviously not...
She sees the humor in that

Do you think funny people -
those who gift others with laughter
have a sense of humor?

Often
their fun-ni-ness
comes out of pain

Do you think they see the absurd?*

2/27/2015
krs
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
Liz And Lilacs
I am a figment of your imagination.
A product of your creation,
a mere fabrication,
your own fantastic notion.

I'm not real,
I'm not real,
I'm not real.

I felt so real, so live.
I just wanted to survive.
Let me come alive,
something for which to strive.

I'm not real.
I'm not real.
I am real.
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
lX0st
It was as if the curtains split
And caused these flames to ignite
And the lucid beckoning in your eyes
Glistened fiercely in the light
The smoke threatens to seep in
And though try, it might
Our fire blazes through these shadows
And won't retreat without a fight
I love you.
Subdue
Imerge
Intantations
.
.
No, it is not so complicated!
.
.
An honest
Re-connection
You - a man
Me - a woman
.
.
Living, loving
.
.
Best years!
And
The tallest Thuja Tree
Winks at us there
.
.
So we stop. . .
We breath and look up
In the night sky
.
For
A while
.
.
The World seems Endless
.
.
Three Beats
Veins rhythm
Kiss on a bark


Now, dear reader! - Try to -
Correlate this dreamers shrine
.
With a dark deep ocean
Of your elusive and
Dangerously devouring
Subconsciousness
.
.
Then you might call
Me on a
Phone
.
Perhaps
I won't pick it up!
.
Occupied . . .
Enchanted
By stars up  -  Above!
.
.
We can share hot chocolate
at Old chic Cacao Caffe
.
.
The Orange anime
Angel was served
Water in a paper cup
Made for ice cream rounds
.
A silken coat carresed by strangers
Melting their gazes
Pouring only
Goodness
.
.
And affection
Without a leash
.
.
On a leash by my side
At my knee
Between us
Ears along
The neck
.
White paws of my
Dearest friend . . .
.
.
Running as a speed of light!!
.
.
The Train is Tchwooot
Tchwooooot-ing
.
I have a ruby ring
And white black gloves
With Stripes and
Charming finger
Holes
.
.
Oh, Holmes!
The moon is rising again -
Like inspiration
For your new novel
For another Conundrum
.
.
To solve
.
.
It is quiet in the park
Dark and quiet in the park
~
Charming old Street lamps, Trees and Intimacy of a Night walk
~
  Feb 2015 Jan Harak
Liz And Lilacs
That's how long it's been since you died.
I know everyone else stopped counting
long ago because it hurt too much.
But it's still hard to breathe without you.
I don't know how to be without you.
That day, I stopped existing when I found out.
Why did you leave me all alone?
Why didn't you take me with you?
Or stay with me?
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