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...There was
once
upon a time when
man and beast
plowed the lands
with their raw strength
and the ability to
accept the fact
that life
isn't fair and they
never complained
until the age of the black crows
came
Perhaps transition
was too fast that we often
forget that we are
alive
because of those
who dance
under the
rain...
Mek
Jun09
Mere words
lifeless
until they come in
to light
for what seems an enigma

...Transgression
of the usual trance...

A vivid distance
between boundaries
and freedom
Contradiction of
clashing thoughts where
complexities are never
complicated after
the whispers
echo
in a silenced
heartbeat
Perfection of a higher state
beckoning from the spiraling world of
poetry...
Mek
Jun09
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Kassel D
heart caged and unable to escape
you hold the key willingly
controlled
a glint in your eye
please destroy your hold on me
and allow me to keep my heart here
locked and sore beneath my breast
but i am lucid enough to feel your stare
and this fog cannot be lifted
i'm forcing my eyes to adjust
to see the knife i know is in your hand
ready to brand my heart
scar it with your mark
and leave it there
steadily bleeding
the pain is so relieving that i am able to sleep
quietly
© 2011
A War child is taken
Eaten by the solitude of a wasted war
For what gain do they feel
For what land
For what sea

These wars that pain so many
Yet solve no peace
A war child hidden
Tears me hard
Dusted faces
Forever broken
Skin of porcelain

I see land from the full to the empty
Such vastness to spare
Yet fight as we do
Regardless no care
No worry of life
Gone

The child no more
After scenes not wanted
The madness of life
A life not started
The photo's
Made
The flash not blinding

Yet
Peace is simple
Peace is free
Peace is out there
Let the chains break free
Let the children see
Let them be

A child
Happiness feels brief
Pain feels long lasting
Eating your heart out is easier than fasting

Brevity is refreshing
Longevity is boring
The worst things in life
Are just so alluring.

It's like we ask to taste the pain
We want it; we beg for it
Again
And
Again
I don't know.
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
K Severin
Some call depression
an ever-present cloud
Residing in the sky above
sad and dark and storm-ridden
Blocking the sun and
emptying its rain
so cold and wet

No
Suspended in the air
Clouds cannot touch you
They cannot reach out
after you have broken free
and claw you back
Talons of pain
digging into your gut while
the foul stench of its breath
seeps into your pores
eating away your inside

No
It is not a cloud
Clouds do not touch you
Clouds do not crush you
beneath a monstrous weight
threatening to break the legs
that keep you standing
******* the strength
out of every muscle
so you cannot move
let alone run
to escape

No
It is not a cloud
Clouds do not touch you
Clouds do not crush you
Clouds do not haunt you
They do not sink their fangs
into your exposed neck
Releasing a powerful venom
into your veins
invading your mind with
thoughts and images that
poison your soul
Chaining you to its world of
terror and darkness

No
It is not a cloud
Clouds do not touch you
Clouds do not crush you
Clouds do not haunt you
Clouds do not blind you
They do not spit in your eyes
a black tar that is
thick with despair and
dark with sorrow
Coating your sight with
a filth that blinds you
from beauty and
all that is good

No
It is not a cloud
It is a monster that preys
on the strong and weak alike
It is a monster that hides
in the shadows unnoticed
Slowly eating the light
until there is none left
It is a monster that leaves
you with little hope
of making it out
Alive
 Feb 2013 Joanie Poston
Julia
Fingers-- calloused, rough
Like sandpaper, your touch cuts
My sensitive skin.
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