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 Jun 2017 Jeffrey
SøułSurvivør
... under my skin
High tension wires
They crackle, singeing
The hairs on my arms and
Burning roadmaps
On my throat and belly

The words are singing...

... an acappella high note
Searing the eardrums
Breaking the crystal
While the rose lies
wet on the table

Fragments spark the
Ionosphere
Hanging to rival the
Aurora Borialis

The words are singing...

Their siren song
I wreck on the rocks
I tear the page with

rudderless penmanship

The words are singing...

And they skitter off
The page like

lizards


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(C) 6/8/2017
 Jun 2017 Jeffrey
Laura Duran
She was like the sea
Beautiful in serenity
Mysterious and deep
Legions of secrets to keep

She was like the sea
Wild in its intensity
Vicious in her treachery
Savage as the waves can be

She was like the sea
dangerously captivating
Peaceful, strong, and comforting
Cold and yet alluring

She was like the sea
She will always be a part of me
She was like the sea
A poem about my mother.  So much about her, I found out after her death, was not what I thought.  So many secrets...so much I'll never know about her.
 Jun 2017 Jeffrey
Psychosa
Until
 Jun 2017 Jeffrey
Psychosa
Let me drain that venom
coursing through your veins.

Let me find the light
within your dimmed eyes.

Let me touch your skin
til you are filled with color.

Let me hold you
til you are whole again.
 Jun 2017 Jeffrey
Psychosa
~Sailor, Sailor~
Come rescue me
before Davey Jones drags me to the bottom of the sea.
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