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 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
Escape
 May 2013 J P
Megan Grace
I have enough
money to run
away to a pretty
city but for some
reason I'm still
here.
 May 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
to take a swim


but keeping time





has sunken in
 May 2013 J P
Olga Valerevna
.
..
..
The moment I laid eyes o   ..   n you I couldn't turn away
And I began to see yo  ..   ur face in every single day
The time it took to mem   ..   orize the color of your eyes
Distracted me from noticin   ..   g the weakness hiding mine
But now that I have come to kno   ..   w the role that you have played
I stand prepared to walk away   ..   from things in which I've stayed
My heavy, dark and weary h   ..   eart had almost ceased to beat
For close I came to welc   ..   oming the lunatic in me
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..
.
 May 2013 J P
Raj Arumugam
that hat seller
he’s a Maverick
itinerant, wanderer
no monkey business
no dependence, his own man
busy, he has one thing to do:  
to sell his hats

Hats, hats, hats
hats for sale
Blue hats, black hats,
gray ones -
will lend you some dignity
while on your heads


they’d not want to help him
they liked to brand him
so he said: **** you,
I’d rather go on my own


moving from one place
to another
like a masterless samurai, a ronin
no monkey business for him
but the monkeys do come to him

he knows the monkeys
they’re everywhere the same -
pinching, covetous, not giving
but eager hands for taking;
and he throws his own hat down
and the monkeys imitate;
and he collects what is his
and he moves on, as he must
for his work is everywhere
busy, he has one thing to do:  
to sell his hats

*Hats, hats, hats
hats for sale
Blue hats, black hats,
gray ones -
will lend you some dignity
while on your heads
based on the popular folk-tale of the hat-seller and the monkeys; illustration from wikipedia: Misplaced confidence – antics of wild monkeys, 1882-1883 (Popular Science Monthly Vol 22); see my Flickr account for the image
 Apr 2013 J P
Morgan
Ocean Eyes
 Apr 2013 J P
Morgan
She was cold. Heartaches can do that to the soul.
He was bored. He wanted to get in her heart of gold.
She saw something good in the no-good boy's eyes,
Their blue reminded her of summer days,
and that filled her with warmth.
He wrapped his arms around her and filled her with lies,
Beautiful, perfect, washed out lies.
And for once, she trusted.
And from then on, she fell into in the depths.
Once he had won her heart,
Appearing cracked and scarred,
He took a step back, and left her in the cold.
The boy with the ocean eyes,
Couldn't see her heart of gold.
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