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  Apr 2015 Josh Bass
Mike Essig
Poems are messages in bottles
tossed into a sea
that does not care
if they be found or not.

Thank you for finding this one.

You can keep the bottle.

   mce
  Apr 2015 Josh Bass
lara
All my people
All my adventure
All my passion
All my free love
I have found in only one
Only you I would give the world improved
Ready to roll into the black hole

I pull my eyes to the left
They see snow on dead ground
Naked trees high on anorexia
Pieces of blue are trying to paint idyllic
But I’m not here
I’m with you at the hallways with the sun knocking at the door, even at  night.
In front we have the past as well as the present
Couldn’t be more majestic
I’m not here.

Those days and nights put into a spinning wheel , moving on us.
And no time to shower
The bluest lake full of past, eyelashes of gods and tears of monsters
My mind was not set
No connections of past
Absolute state of endless freedom
Absolutely lost

Light my cigarette honey
Give me time to grab the pen
Give me time to lose a sense of self
Give me the chance to ride in speed of light
Let’s meet on the other side
I get what I wish for – it pours over my skin like burning ice
All the time more than I can take
Let me rest at the train station tonight.
Strange strangers you will get to meet
Torn apart by pain
Thinking to find answers in their own mirrors
In others shadows
Creatures of darkness

He lit another cigarette for me
It was cold, dark outside
The dragon provided me with fire
Exhausted from spoken words and told stories
I wanted to go home
If I only knew where it was.
Reason burns the prime
leaves in their cinders no solace
for one likely answer are a hundred questions
where crumbling bones can’t have the will
to climb anymore the rungs endless.

Finds beneath feet a resting ground
that in glimmer of hope abound
a tunnel light an emerging design
to craft from chaos a face divine.

Utters a prayer that’s never too late
succumbs blissfully to the savior the faith.
Josh Bass Apr 2015
Up
Up from the depths
Of muck, of stinging
waters
Of being buried
I can breath again
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