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 Oct 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
She loves to spend her time

Far off from the light

Where she can clearly see

To pick stars from the sky

Puts them in her basket

Where she takes them home

Pastes them on her ceiling

Making constellations of her own
 Oct 2013 KM
Andrew Durst
So let the rain pour
I'll sleep today
Don't wake me till morrow
Unless you're here to stay

Give me this blessing
That I'll wake by your side
If the rain is still pouring
We'll stay inside

When it's over and the flowers bloom
I'll pluck a dozen and give them to you
The drops of rain will glisten and shine
Just like the brightness of your beautiful eyes

Give me this day
O' so full of rest
And allow me to show you
My very best.
Wrote this a while ago, came across it today.
 Oct 2013 KM
Eliza Jane
If you're drunk on love
What happens when you sober up?
The morning after, the pounding headache and ridiculous nausea
What happens if you just keep drinking up all that love?
Does your 'love-liver' fail?

I don't understand this concept of being so incredibly intoxicated
If you can't think or see straight, should you really be pursuing this love?
Your beer goggles are interfering with your logic that screams out no
If you can't love them when you're sober...
Why love them when you're drunk
so confused...
 Oct 2013 KM
Anderson M
I literally chew
My lower lip when stifling
A smile
walking whilst flailing my arms...I smile
whilst thinking out aloud...I smile
smiling's my favorite preoccupation
this in spite of the turmoil in my mind and heart
 Oct 2013 KM
Anderson M
A cloudless sky
Misty and hazy nursing acute
Mental paralysis.
a desert of ideas
that's what my mind really is
a full emptiness of sorts.
 Oct 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
~Dancers~
 Oct 2013 KM
Mike Hauser
We are all but dancers
In the rhythm of life
While some seem to dance it perfectly
Some can't get the steps down right

Don't let that stop you from dancing
We each have our own heartbeat
Whether or not you are sure footed
Or if you were born with two left feet

Though we often feel that life can be
A large gymnasium at times
Waiting for someone to dance with us
As we sit on the side

Instead of waiting to be asked to dance
Like so many often do
Where ever it is you are right now
You can dance just for you

Perhaps a ballerina floating gracefully
Across life's massive stage
Giving your own rendition
To the beauty of swan lake

Or dancing to the river
Perhaps something in modern style
Whatever dance it is you deliver
How ever far it is the mile

Dance like there's no tomorrow
To your very own rhythm
For no one else can dance like you
The dance that you've been given
 Oct 2013 KM
SE Reimer
making love
 Oct 2013 KM
SE Reimer
a dear friend asked just yesterday
how does your marriage last
thirty years and counting, friend 
would have to challenge even the best
two words said i
that's all it takes
“making love” a marriage makes
but please consider my definition
before you reach the wrong conclusion

they call it making love
but when synonymous with
one night stand
a party grand…
really?

inflicts only a world of hurt
a soul bruised and burnt
call it what you want
but for certainty
love making it is not

you may disagree with me
but you’ll not disagree with this
the objectification of
our dear and fairer gender
never built a civilization
a community
or a family
only a heartache

love making then is work
love making begins
by dating those we love
not just for the win
but for life

more parts are we
than only one
love making it cannot be
until all three
a body undressed
a soul vulnerable
a spirit transparent
are undone completely

love making
the complete package
the whole enchilada
it’s a full meal deal
and inseparable from
talking
walking
working
calling
sending cards
touching
cuddling
holding hands
tender whispers
kissing softly
hugging gently
need i go on?

because when done right
amazing are the nights
but oh, even so much more
are the days,
the months
and the years!

now...

**go make love!
a couple of words added, and credited to a man with Soul!

Post Script:

to any naysayers...
please know that i know this is an opinion rendered by this writer
it does not reflect the views of the sponsors, advertisers or management of this station
furthermore, while i may feel sad for those who believe otherwise,
i neither judge nor hate anyone who calls it something different.
i merely hope to challenge those beliefs and suggest
that a less painful path lies just over yonder hillside
 Oct 2013 KM
Krusty Aranda
Here I stand before you
with a bouquet of blood roses.
They seem dark and lifeless,
but I assure you they are not.

These roses are not any rose.
They mean not what others do.
Red mean love. Yellow mean friendship.
Blood roses mean what I wish for you.

They stand for the tears I shed,
the emptiness I felt.
The cold, cynical, new me.
The blood I'll taste.
My sweet revenge.
It all will set me free.

Blood roses will drain your life.
Your dreams, your faith, your hopes.
This is my last gift for you.
It's time to enjoy the show.
Random!!
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