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 Oct 2011 Kenneth Fox
Lamar Lewis
You told me my colors clashed
But I think them more to dash
and lash out
at passersby to sing and scream,
to shout
to sigh and shrug,
to let it all out

To breathe real deep and hold it there
my chest the spectrum swells to a tear
dulls, pallids, dry and opaque
to sing and scream, to shout,
to shake.
Violently to wake.

Violently vaporize voluptuously
from lustful lucidity lusciously
to chromatically color kaleidoscopically
and wake.
Silently shake and to...
Brilliantly Break.

Such a brilliant break, the day's.
To shatter smoothly in calm collision

through the dripping dew, the haze
Oh the grip of you, the taste

        Such a fantastic fission
Illuminate
          Such a drastic decision
in a dreamstate.
             Such a calm collision.

You told me my colors clashed.

Your eyes, my sinking shrine
A wishing well in Town Square
filled with hope and change over time
Long and Loving I would sweetly stare
copper glowin' fine

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
what new love with my coins did you buy?

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
was my wishing well shrine emptied in the night?

Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention
why void of shine, lined with lies?





You told me my colors clashed
Your eyes, though sublime,
Maybe Mis-matched.
I thought it was a need
that made me different
I thought I needed
something to redeem

I thought it was a need
for something magic
I thought I knew
the essence and the theme

It wasn't just a need for
something unusual
It wasn't just a feeling
That comes and goes

It wasn't just a thought
I couldn't process
It was just too painful
for me to show

I thought it was a need
for something stable
Thought that I deserved
a certain peace

I thought it was a need
for love and safety
I thought it was a need
for the strength to succeed

It wasn't just a need for
something eclectic
It wasn't just a feeling
That came and went

It wasn't just a dream
I couldn't possess
It was just too brutal
to understand

I thought it was a need
for self-actualization
Thought I needed space
and time to breathe

I thought it was a need
out of co-dependence
I could not fathom
the need to be free

It wasn't just a need
for something electric
It wasn't just a feeling
I couldn't arrange

It wasn't just a hope
for some affection
It was just the energy
we exchanged

I thought it was a need
for my own acceptance
Thought I could be
strong and still optimistic

I thought it was a need
that was unrealistic
But it was just another
weakness I could never admit

I thought it was a strength
Kept me indifferent
Thought it just a phase
I tried to pass through

I thought if I could
Give it some attention
Maybe I could learn
To stop blaming you

© 2002 Cheryl Klassen
There's one thing
I have to tell you.

I can't stop uttering,
anything about you.

Whether its about the midnight rain
and how it describes your voice so well,
or the way you won't stop singing,
till you're satisfied and sewn me to sleep.

If I look at the dark orange spotted afternoon,
or the satin red leaves of autumn.
I'll know its been a while since I've thought
of you.

If I hear the chalky barren concert of concrete,
or the uproar of the arid wind.
I'll have forgotten what your voice
sounds like.

If I feel the reticent tremble of winter,
or the cold bitter piercing destitute bed.
I'll remember why our adulation had
my heart in a headlock.

I cannot give you the world
or my name.
Because I do not own them.
All I can give you is my love and lungs,
that is all that I have and hold.

All I'll ever ask of you is for your voice and love.
You make my head lighter with just
some notes you sing.
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On the breath of sighs
I seek to be reborn into the warmth
Of love sated in the glimmer
Of whispers sweeping away the years.

On the breath of sighs
I touch the tenderest part of you,
Sheltered in a heart
Whose beats divide the onrush of worry
From the hand that moves within--
And hope that is enough.

In this breath, this momentary pause,
Can we make enough room
To find each other
Again
And again.



Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
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