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 Sep 2017 Key
Charles Bukowski
ignore all possible concepts and possibilities ---
ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust ---
just make it, babe, make it:
a house  a car   a belly full of beans
pay your taxes
****
and if you can't ****
copulate.
make money but don't work too
hard --- make somebody else pay to
make it --- and
don't smoke too much but drink enough to
relax, and
stay off the streets
wipe your *** real good
use a lot of toilet paper
it's bad manners to let people know you **** or
could smell like it
if you weren't
careful
 Aug 2017 Key
Paul
Her Eyes..
 Aug 2017 Key
Paul
Her Eyes

Like a bird flying free and roaming around something attracted me

A light shining bright, a light so beautiful and so intriguing that I had to look

I flew right into the light and felt an instant warmth indulging every bone inside my body

I stayed and made my nest, the light and warmth were all that I needed. It warmed me whenever I was sad or down like a blanket laying over me and warming my whole body and soul.

But over time the light and warmth began getting colder and colder, slowly burning out. All the good feelings became suppressing and depressing.

Once free and roaming now caged up and restraint, in the darkness and coldness.

Now when I look for the shining light all I see is a reflection, a reflection of a bird once free now caged up

caged up in her Eyes.
 Mar 2017 Key
ryn
Depression (IV)
 Mar 2017 Key
ryn
Heated...
Like the fevered blood coursing through veins

Malignant...
Like open sores upon the skin

Defeated...
Like the drums that faltered in the rain

Potent...
Like the potion quietly bunged within

Temporary...
Like the promise doomed never to be kept

Hasty...
Like the mouth which spoke too quick

Greedy...
Like the palms, too eager to accept

Dead...**
Like the heart that now refused to tick
 Mar 2017 Key
Ben At93
I'm the cupid's mistake,
I tend to stand out,
I fall for things that are out of place,
And cant seem to stop,

I don't kiss when am supposed to,
I don't stay when I should,
I say words that comes in my mind,
And most of them are hurtful,

I'm a cupid's mistake,
My heart is cold and dark,
I drain life of anyone's hand I take,
And in me, you'll find no spark,

I learnt not to break,
So with me comes no apology,
I tend to put everything to fate,
And that's what I've always been,

I'm a cupid's mistake,
So don't blame me,
I don't play by the general rules in place,
I do what Im mostly pleased with,
 Mar 2017 Key
Ben At93
mother
 Mar 2017 Key
Ben At93
I could tell you of a person she was,
Or how she made me smile,
I could tell you anything there is to be told,
But that may take a while,

But I'll tell you she was sweet,
And that she was one of a kind,
I'll tell you what she was to me,
And how she filled my mind,

I could tell you how much she'd sing,
Whenever happiness burnt her heart,
I could tell everything,
And know not when to stop,

But in her world there was another,
A world I could never understand,
May be I could have tried better,
But I could hold a grip of it by hand,

I will tell you she was a friend,
One I'll forever mourn her loss,
I'll tell you of her end,
And me before her was her choice,

She was a mother,
That's about all there is to say,
And I'll forever love her,
Just wish she'd spent one more day,
 Mar 2017 Key
Randolph L Wilson
A cageling lurking in darkness , printing
impressions upon cobblestone and
wetted grass
Accused by sunlight
Its forfeiture of anonymity gracing
my brow , fragmenting scrubland in
vivacious color
Copyright March 3 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Feb 2017 Key
Randolph L Wilson
Who is this man captured in the
prison of home , captivated by a fly on the wall
Glued to his favorite window working
a song , jotting something fitting in reference
to a robin , a chipmunk bobbin' , a leaf unlike
the rest , a life in a mess
Treading the sea of loneliness , seeking the truth
behind fables , writing woodland diaries when able
Digging an itchy ear , scratching a tired back with a guitar cable ,
stirring something witty to commit to paper* ..
Copyright February 16 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2017 Key
Matthew Harlovic
i miss my sunshine
on a day like this,
she could lift my
spirit with
the light
of her kiss.
at night
we would lay
and reminisce
of a simpler time
when we were kids.

© Matthew Harlovic
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