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Elsa Angélica
Reina de la luna de la medianoche,
Anticuerpos de la oscuridad
Mi amour 'mío desmayo suave,

Elsa Angélica
Affuse abajo alma mía
¿En castellano Ourn del yacía
Para que todos seeith en la página corriente principal,

Picotazos Cassia, sudor convento
Multa de goteo entre las líneas
Estamos espíritu de la antigüedad en la búsqueda foulard
En donde otros de a nosotros arte ciego

Elsa Angélica
Glaive al dolor de la mina
Me sanó con tu canto América
Sólo soy una bestia volvió esclavo noble
Una visita obligada española a la mirada del poeta ....

Elsa Angélica
Ingrowing enamorada Ourn
Me Inhale a tu café almizcle,
En donde se tira por el empuje decisivo
Y de la celestiales nuestras de por amanecer y al atardecer ....

Me Kyanize, voy de Kudo thou
No lasitud, no hay gruñidos larrup
Calles de pasillo caballerosidad dorada
Capa del sol, con Ourn propia sonrisa de

Sólo una luna de un sol en la trayectoria de directos
Sin dolor, ni la ira, libre al fin ....
Sintiendo la explosión universal,
Almas que pasan, entrelazados como uno !!!!!!
( Spanish version)




( English translated)

Elsa Angelica
Queen of midnight moon,
Antibody of darkness
Mi amour' of mine gentle swoon,

Elsa Angelica
Affuse down mine soul
Wherein ourn castellan lay's
For all to seeith on mainstream page,

Cassia pecks, convent sweat
Drip's fine between the lines
We're spirit's of old in foulard quest
Wherein other's to us art blind

Elsa Angelica
Glaive to mine pain's
Healed me by thy Latin chant
I'm just a beast turned noble slave
A Spanish must to poet's glance....

Elsa Angelica
Ingrowing in ourn love
Inhale me to thy coffee musk,
Wherein were pulling by crucial ******
And the celestial's our's by dawn and dusk....

Kyanize me, I'll kudo's thou
No lassitude, no larrup growls
Streets of gilded chivalry aisle
Cloak the sun, with ourn own smile's

Just a moon an sun in direct path's
No hurt, nor anger, free at last....
Feeling the universal blast
Souls to pass, entwined as one!!!!!!
It should be a simple question.

No matter the technicalities,
it doesn't count if it was against your will.
I wish someone had told me that in high school.
 Jun 2015 Jon Shierling
Dawn King
sometimes
it doesn’t matter enough
sometimes
it matters but not enough to change it
sometimes
it matters but not enough to admit it
sometimes
it matters but it’s too difficult to change it
sometimes
pride and shame stand in the way
sometimes
fear stops change
sometimes
nothing is done and the paralysis of denial takes over
sometimes
the people you hurt forgive you and move on
sometimes
they want you to do the same
when i first saw him
he was wearing untied boots without socks
sauntering across a hilly grass field
to calypso music playing in the
background or my imagination

i was so overtaken by his spirit
when he brought me home that
i succumbed to drowsiness for three days
curled simply into his armpit and
danced upon the galaxy

when i awoke he was massaging my feet
checking my reflexes for sun damage and
soothed my soft bruises with a milk plate

he kisses me in the morning with enthusiasm
and we share a room for breakfast as he
teases me with ecstasy eyes and i'm
no longer nervous around strangers

last night i danced across his bedsheets
he giggled and rolled his eyes at me as
i stood with the light of the sunset shining
behind my ears his rhinestone eyes locked
into mine for more than a moment and
my knees went weak my fragile hips collapsed
reclining into his chest like a middle eastern
pillow

i think his sweaty neck is delicious
as i sing to him through a vibraphone
in the magical kitchen
licking his skin clean i'm bathing
him in a sunbeam stretched across the tile
beneath the bay window

although i'll never understand why
he leaves or where he goes i know he'll
always return to me as the sun grows cold
and the white moon begins to weep her new
lust onto the blooms in the front garden

and in the meantime i keep myself warm
wrapped in a ball of yarn talking in circles
to myself spinning and catching strands of
cloudlight in my unsure hands

when i finally see him in the driveway
at the sky's edge picking flowers for me
the confusion melts away and the pain
from my wonky leg becomes
suddenly forgettable

as i watch him putting on clothes
in the morning just before dawn
or towelling off after a long day away
my eyes play with him and i let him know
how i feel with my body aroused
merely by his tone of voice nudging
him with my cheeks on the tight spots of his ankles

he is beautiful and strong full
of compassion and i'm so afraid of
being alone again i'll do anything
to squeeze him and keep him so
i scratch his back every morning at 5am
exploring the sharpness of his shoulder blades
to remind him of the things
we can do together
and to make sure
he's still alive
this is a poem my cat wrote for me. her name is Petunia Snodgrass Wifflebaum
Mine halcyon forelimb's stroke the reaper hamlet, I stand upon doom-departed bluff,  waving a white apparel insignia... At twilight black insomnia rages the run-a-bout, wherein the fear connects to doubt, just wanting one to simply cuddle me! In tucked in gardenia's underneath the sycamore tree. Yet to much blancheness wherein color should be fiery elegant wherein from whence it cameth..... The potluck flamekiss to light underneath mine eyes to roll them back as dice in a skillfully played out bet!!!!
 Jun 2015 Jon Shierling
Mike lowe
I met a girl named Tequila who had a crush on Jose. It was like an icy crush but the whisky would wash it away. On a grey night a goose flew my way staying up late but the *** would make it fly away.

Too many 40s amounted. Too many, no one could have counted. But it was a party so we partied and brought out the Bacardi. It burned but didnt stop us hardly, someone screamed LETS PARTY!

Whispers from around, "man this party is narly" Passing around the yegger, text messages asking "hey, is this a kegger?" Jack showed up and met Tequila, pushed Jose aside and watched the moonshine...

On a southern, comfortable night, they possibly could have had *** on the beach but that was to explicit to speak. So drinking more wine till our legs got weak felt like the right path to keep.

No one seen that ***** was a sneak at 1:51 the time was so... Ever clear but the excitement didnt stop here. Mary got introduced to Molly and the ecstasy was colorful and jolly.

The excitement was rising but no one realized the girl crying, who was holding her boyfriend that was nearly dying.

"Breath!, breath!" she screamed. "I'm trying!" he gasped.  

Upstairs they're kissing and fondaling, downstairs they're puking and wondering.

Neither Jose nor Jack attended the funeral of those kids that brought them out that night. And the baby conceived that night wasn't named Tequila, Molly or Marry, she was just deemed a mistake, of that night.
the last of the light

""""

soon ( so soon )

all hope is gone

••

how long can we live

Thinking LOVE is something

You GET

and not something

You GIVE .... (?)

••

We are a vile and deranged generation

Exalting in our ability to cause Pain

///:::///

Feeling sorry for ourselves isn't quite

The meaning of

EMPATHY

or

ALTRUISM

( but who around here gives a ****

About anyone else ? )

///

)(  0  )(

the soft slow movement

The gentle regard

The child taken by the hand

The old man by the side of the road

••

The deep longing

The world at peace

:::;

)(       0       )(

she and I !


We are still HERE   ...   !

///

)        (

the days stumble and fall

death has come



we stand in midst the fires

Jerking off
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