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Every guy has that special scent
The one that sets them apart
Each one is a little different
So that they only steal one heart
Now my man, that's my ex man rather
I always told him how he smelled to me
"Pine trees and manly" is what it seemed
So I found manly cologne and a pine tree
Then I found a bottle, a little one at that
To carry with me wherever I ever went
To smell and cherish as if he were there
Pine trees and manly, that was his scent*
*I put some needles and a few sprays
Into that jar I happened to have found
And hoped no one noticed I had it
But I need it now that he isn't around
A MAN IS LIKE A CANDLE!
 Feb 2015 Jon Shierling
Metanoia
are you
criss-crossed
starstruck
routined
day dreamed
*** crazed
hex slaved
are you
nightmare fueled
leaving soon
paranoid
must avoid
money ******
no luck
love starved
too hard
no fun
on drugs
hate sun
are you
worse off
all talk
can't sleep
repeat
back seat
like me
want out
big mouth
head south
don't care
not there
are you
me?
 Feb 2015 Jon Shierling
Robyn
I love people that are far away
I don't see them but love them anyway

I love people that don't exist
My want for her will not desist

I love people that I didn't know I would
I love him in ways I didn't know I could
In moments of silence
She wonders if
she knows love

Fear is such a comfortable
emotion for her
does she feel anything else

Taught shame...

She wonders if
she will ever overcome
self-hatred

Maybe love's illusions
are all she knows

Sometimes...
Yes, sometimes
she hates those
moments of silence

Still...
She struggles
hoping
that she knows
more than just the illusions
of love
2/2/2015
For a moment in time
we heard the same song

Magic and music
dancing in the air

For one magical moment
we shared a beautiful song
2/2/2014
I left the house of the tempest brewing,
Spinning like a rod, spun into flame
And came upon the redwood forest,
Eternal, shouting out heavens name.

The sun was indifferent, the creek shuffled
Its lament, the birds fluted their dirge—
I was so small, in the red giants grove,
Yet, felt so beloved, my pain was purged.

And I warmly came to see again—
My eyes, through the needles drove,
What a trifling is ones fleeting mood,
How true, heroic, immortal is my love.
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