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 Dec 2014 Julie Butler
wordvango
her eyes were blond
a breast of Valentines
awestruck, we was by
*** that stuck out into yesterday and a face that
would make you     kiss her dad,
a friend of mine, stuck an elbow
into my rib and said, she's lookin'
at you. I knew she was.
But, was it because i was droolin'
 Dec 2014 Julie Butler
BB Tyler
I takes care to stoke the flames rising,
or simply not to pat them down.
The ***** stare-at-the-wall riding
in hell
thinking
"where can I get another shot in this town?"

Down facing over our work to do
Cold cracked fingers bleed
through the gloves
the need to mend
is broken in the bend
the work for value
time trade
til no tree is left standing
to gather the dust of our
constructions...
I've holes inside my body no one's ever even seen
My skin is made of something that is thick enough to be
A layer of confusion in the eyes of me for you
But if you want to want me there is nothing I can do

I'll separate the years and cast them out upon the sea
And watch the salted water move, collecting our debris
"There's nothing left to carry," said the wave as if it knew
That we are not each other's, time has split us both in two
two years and going wrong
If
it will I have a body, tell me where can I undress
and where can I retire to with all my loneliness
If
the time has been approaching, moves with any kind of pace
I wonder who'll endure it in an able bodied race
If
I would have seen them coming, all the ruins of today
I would've counted faster by avoiding the delay
If
a gesture of affection makes you feel unmoved at all
You've actively surrendered to the person you are called
title and inspiration taken from "Paintings," by From Indian Lakes, off their album Able Bodies
what would happen if I walked a thousand miles a day
   And put myself in places where I do not have a say
It's nothing but the soil and the monsters that I see
They're crawling out of spaces somewhere deep inside of me
I want to leave them everywhere and write about it too
But know they're coming back for me the moment that I do
  So if you want a story have my words fill up the page
It doesn't matter anyway, the monsters know my name
title taken from a project of the same name by Shawn Gamez
http://theinsidesofmonsters.wordpress.com
I watch the sky make a home for the sun every day
Still I've to wonder if it's anything like they say
Warm shades of blue paint the rooms with the heat they contain
One coat too subtle a second is needed to stain
I'm going somewhere with this if you don't understand
What does it mean if your castle is burning the sand
Maybe you built it on ground that was changing like you
Maybe the sky and the sun will uncover the truth
Where are you going when you remember your home?
I use my words too mindlessly for anyone to be
Affected by the air I take to give my voice a beat
And when I swallow all of it my silence wakes again
To give my thoughts the company I haven't in a friend
I roam the quiet corridors and try to find a way
To speak without depending on the flesh I wear today
But all I see is nothing when I open up my eyes
I'll say this off the record - we are whole if *nothing dies
lacking completeness
We used our hands to spark a flame that we could not contain
But just because we're burning doesn't mean we won't remain
This heat is made of something that is keeping us alive
In order to embrace it we are walking side by side
And as you move I'll go with you without a single doubt
Let time relieve the scars that make my purposes devout
I can't imagine anything but you and me and this
A perfect whole that's made of what we thought we could resist
For you are only present when I love the way should
Beyond the roads I traveled, ones I thought I understood
walk with me always for I love you
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