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It started with a passing thought,
and soon became a word,
and then a series of words
that led to action,
and then a series of actions,
that let to an event,
and then a series of events,
that led to a situation,
and then a series or situations,
that led to life,
and then a series of lives,
that led to history
and now it's too late.
Sorry.
That's just the way
it is.
Sometimes it feels like poetry, and some days it feels like an awkward ****** function.  I post them anyway!
You have the brightest
Biggest, most blue eyes
I think I've ever seen
And I think that
I'm drowning in them
Falling for you
Determination strides
chest out
stomach in.
The objective is in sight.
Obstacles
on notice.
Impervious to doubt
or timid
reservation.
Resolve Resolve
intestinal
fortitude
Chin to the bar.
Rock on.
Now get some sleep!
So much thought, and way too **** fast.
Frustration ebbs and flows like the tide.
It's never over, but it never lasts.
I try my best to enjoy the ride.

Give it all you've got my boy 'o!
Keep your nose to the old grind stone.
Pull up the shades! Let in the light!
Don't talk so loud. Shut the hell up!

What are you doing with that shadow?
Don't sweat it. You're still here.
We just can't see you when your eyes are closed.
Another day ends.  The night draws near.
What is this?
You're a demon
disguised as Melpomene
You can't fool me
I've been around the block,
and I write about it.
I need no help
from the likes of you.

You want rhyme?
You want rhythm?
You want structure?
Do these things not exist in Hades?
Don't send me to the Goth O matic.

I'd rather write a stinker,
than to indulge your darkness.
I know the difference
between Melpomene and you.
Off you go now.
I have no excuse.
It is
because it needs day light
Structured,
but formless and cold.
Alone,
it is nothing.
Daylight
is the eye that sees,
the mind that processes,
the soul that absorbs.
alone
it is nothing.
Gloomy Wednesday here;
all aches and feeling my age.
It is my rain song

Perhaps I should call.
It has been a little time
between then and now.

My mind is blank here
all syllables and structure
keep eluding me.

The wet lands smiling
the green recovers quickly
from yesterday's frost.

Discuss the weather?
See how I am sunk so low?
Good thing there's no *****.
Her shaky hands with
Fading, chipped nail polish
Reaching slowly towards her cup
Wrapping her slender fingers
Around the warm mug
Steam rising from the top
Slowly and cautiously
Lifting it towards her
Fearing she might drop it
Steam engulfing her pale face
As she takes a gentle sip
Lips pressing firmly
Around the rim of the mug
And when she puts it down
She spills a little
Hurrying to wipe it up
Ignoring the lipstick print
Her smooth lips left on the rim
 Jan 2016 Jeffrey Oliviero
River
Release sound from throat
Voice travels down the gaping void
Release sound from throat
Release words of rote
Release the remote
You have no control
It's all but an
Echo

Lucid and high
Tethered to the ground
Touching the sky
I don't know why
I smile or cry
I'm a nebulous cloud
My appearance is but a shroud
I turn from the vow
Towards the abyss
I hear my
Echo,
Bliss

Persist, Resist
What do I object
If it's all but a mist?
Why raise fist
When mere dust and stars am I
One day to return to Source
In the sky

I don't know why,
I don't know how
Nature music spills through reality
Dampened senses are closed portals
To experiencing Life in it's entirety

Love it when there are no words
No rhyme
Revert to a timeless time
Or reason

I truly know
Where the river flows
I must follow it
Run after it
I mustn't lose it's essence
But I cannot catch it
I can never...

Arms open
To the void,
Bliss,
God,
Life,
Beauty,
I am grateful

All I am is,
An
*Echo
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