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  Nov 2014 Joe Adomavicia
Rupal
That which gives fragrance...

where does the fragrance go
when it rots...

Is my being...

an ecstatic sobriety
or
a sober drunkenness...

I wonder...
Your love is algebra
I can't find the formula
If I could find the right calculator,
I could define your euphoria.

Your love is geometry
I can't find the angles
If I could prove your theories,
It wouldn't be a shambles.

Your love is trigonometry
I can't figure it out
If I spent an entire notebook, perhaps
I'd still have doubts.

Your love is a mystery
Just as the greatest math
Although worth much,
Seems irrelevant to my path.
  Nov 2014 Joe Adomavicia
Emma Pickwick
I ****** it all up,
I moved too fast.
I tried to be different,
innovative.

They got the college boys,
I got the older men,
And no luxury, just secrecy.
Secrets aren't exciting to me.

I wanted to attend the parties but I was two hundred miles away,
Ridden with anxiety,
Now it's a year later,
And I'm stuck in this routine,
Please help me.

I make art and I watch films and I make myself smile through pathetic realization.
When's the last time I went into the city?
Or someone set my heart on fire?
I don't know and it's killing me.

Where did I go wrong?
I keep asking myself over and over.
I can't find any adventure,
My friends barely exist outside of my own head.
I'm dying inside.
  Nov 2014 Joe Adomavicia
Dylan Thomas
A stranger has come
To share my room in the house not right in the head,
                    A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.
                    Strait in the mazed bed
She deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,
                    At large as the dead,
Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

                    She has come possessed
Who admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,
                    Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dust
                    Yet raves at her will
On the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear last
                    I may without fail
Suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.
a balmy sweet day
the company of palms
caught the rays
with a
sway

blue hues
sliced evenly
through the green fan

Bahama breezes
brought blooming
bitd of paradise
dreams

dreams of footprints
on wet shore

DREAMS

of loving passion
forlorn

~~~ but ~~~
a little more time
a little more time
breezes sigh
pick up
become

WIND

sea begins to chop
sands to sing
air soughs through
the fronds of the
satin spikes
and the entire tree
begins to

SWAY

a dance awed
by forest nymphs
so potent and
courageous
~ yet ~
delicate and fragile

the spiked heads
of the palms
show a
frenzied nod
then a
shake
then they

/// BOW \\

clouds glower
on the
horizontal lines
the joins of
sea and sky
rain begins to beat
tattoos
in the sands

the congregation of palms
are now bending low
touching their
foreheads
to the
singing beaches
like the devout
in a
mosque

they
bend
like reeds
but have a root
that touches the
inner sanctuary
of the

((( €ARTH )))

nothing will uproot
them from
her

(((♥HEART♥)))

with eyes closed
they go back
to being
TALL
and
PROUD

with teeth clutched
they know even
~ this ~
soon
will

>>> PASS <<<


(C) dajena m
(C) soulsurvivor
The palm tree is one of the
Mightiest plants on earth
Where an oak would break
The palm bends
It can be laid flat on the ground
By a hurricane
But will stand right back up
When it has passed

So must we
E N D U R E

This is the second time I have
Had the good fortune to
Work with Dajena

She's marvelous!
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