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The valley sleeps but I cannot, I sit upon a rock,
So weary from all my days of toil and thought,
The moon's light caresses you, mighty one—
River will soon carry me down, and you will rise.
You cut right through me.
I am the dying man in films,
gasping and choking on my own life,
shocked at what was always coming.
How is it that death feels so very alive?
I stumbled in a world of darkness
when you found me and cut me down
and all was clear from there.
You, who I thought least of all
taught me the best lesson:
weakened, and losing blood
my heart pumped stronger than ever,
raging and fighting for life
as it never had and I knew then:
I was happy to still be alive.
 Jul 2012 Jordan Butler
Akshay
Today, your eyes were pools.
I took a careful dip,
and it burst open
the levee in me.

Today, your fingertips were candy.
I drooled at their sight
like a child, unassuming,
about the wonders of life.

Today, your smile was fresh.
Like a fresh sprinkle
of salt, on my paper-cut fingers,
after all those words about you,
I had frantically put down.

I’d tell you the truth,
but I’ll save it for tomorrow.
Christian, seek not yet repose,
Cast thy dreams of ease away;
Thou art in the midst of foes:
Watch and pray.

Canaan has for thee been won,
Christ triumphant led the way;
In His might possess thine own!
Watch and pray.

In the heavenlies see that land,
Satan would thine entrance stay;
Thou against his wiles must stand:
Watch and pray.
 Jul 2012 Jordan Butler
Leigh
The word slips. A sound
that can resonate for a lifetime;
A diminished sense of purpose
is replenished in that solitary tone,
as the days spent in mourning
join everything else that has since expired.

The reason has long left
my train of thought
- woven by past joy and present longing
- which distorts and twists
until the word fits
comfortably in the empty room.

A canvas grazed once by colour
can never again be pure;
Such is the mind of a self-saboteur;
sensitive to all but myself.
Afraid to ask for help
to drown out that word

and chase my reprieve,
as the bare walls
which bear my regrets
pick me apart
piece by piece.
***
That word makes me nervous...
but tell me more....
You know I had a dream about that once
and I woke up all wet...
sweat drenced My floor...
But that was just a dream...
And my friends and I made a bet...
About Using golden Horses
And I lost...
Cuz to me they were just a dream...
Vibrations were just heard through voice..
Cuz I'm not ready to give what it cost...
I keep my parts private...
Locked in a box of chasity..
Not ever to be a charity
but golden shiny platter..
That will be held with respect...

***:
male
Age:
23
height:
5'11
Hair:
Black
status:
******....
that word makes me nervous....
for my wife.....
cuz what if she knows...
what she likes...
But I lost the Bet...
And only had dreams, waking up
Wet...
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