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His mouth puckers to the side,
his brow furrows when aware
an assumption crawls around
in the wormwood of his mind.
  
Every  misconception,
unrecognized at first
swells within, until
his error bolts forth
like lighting on the prairie
breaks the swelter of
a summer day.

Meditations sooth his disquiet ,
perplexed by her perfection
he searches for scars in blossoms,
and defects in tree leaves.  His mouth
grows dry as he mumbles
"there is no perfection."
If he finds a flaw
upon her cheek,
or a birthmark
on her shoulder
will his love fade?

Eyes staring ahead,
his mind in a trance,
he ruminates phrases
" stay open," "remain tolerant"  
wait for flowers to bloom,
rains to come and
her to remain
incomprehensible.
 Jun 2014 Leseywut
Traveler
One girl wanted me
But I wanted the other
So I chased the other all night
Just to make her my lover

One girl smiled
The other turned away
One girl left
But the other girl stayed

One girl looked
As good as the others
But the other girl had dated
One of my brothers

One girl helped
Chase away my blues
The other girl tried
To run me through

One girl whispered
In my ear
The other girl said
What I wanted to hear

One girl I could proudly
Take home to  mother
But Mother wasn't happy
when I brought home the other

One girl treated me as kind as can be
The other girl always cheated on me

Life would have been so easy
With just that one
But now the other girl is the mother
Of my daughter and sons...

**** it all!
True story!
 Jun 2014 Leseywut
ln
Addict
 Jun 2014 Leseywut
ln
I could chug a ciggarette
Or I could chew some gum instead

I could keep reaching for the blade
Or I could just reach for the color pencils instead

I could gulp down a Heineken
Or I could settle for green tea instead

I could roll some ****
Or I could just paint a scenery instead

They say we're all addicted to something
That takes the pain away

I say otherwise.

We're all addicted to something
Just because we long for temporary satisfaction
We're all addicted to something
Just because we think it heals
We're all addicted to something
Just because, we made a choice

You don't sit there and say
" It's the only escape I have "
Because no, it's not
You make a choice

And that choice you make,
*It defines who you are.
 May 2014 Leseywut
Amanda
Cheekbones
 May 2014 Leseywut
Amanda
You kind of make my cheekbones hurt
from
all that midnight laughter
and
the little rhapsodic notes escaping
from
my
lips.

Such
a
lovely
hurt
has
never
tiptoed, danced
&
flicked
across
my
chest.
Hello lovely!
How are you doing today?
x
 May 2014 Leseywut
Tea
How will you convince a man
that his own garden is beautiful
if he insists on
looking over the fence?
Interpret it as you wish.
 May 2014 Leseywut
Skai
Questions...
 May 2014 Leseywut
Skai
What is behind the stars in the dark night sky?
Please don't tell me nothing,
because nothing is something.

Oh, and what is deep beneath the ocean which we cannot see?
Are there mermaids or
maybe whole another universe?

Now tell me,
is happiness truly real or is it something spoken in fairytales?

I have an open mind.
I have a sense of magic that children have in themselves.

Just please tell me:
what happens when I die?
Like the time you talked to me,
Made a friend when I had none.
Made me smile.

Like the time you said hello,
Complemented when I was down.
Made me laugh.

Like the time you asked how I was,
Cared when I was alone.
Made me cry.

Like the time you gave me time,
Listened well when I told all.
Made me trust.

Like the time you held my heart,
Gave comfort when I had none.
Made me hope.

Like the time you cracked a joke,
Laughing hard when I felt gone.
Made me live.

Like the time you ran with me,
Running fast when I cried stop.
Made me go.

Like the time you looked at me,
Mistakes made when I needed help.
Made me heal.

Like the time you asked me,
Invited when I felt lost.
Made me found.

Because you were there,
Because you were willing,
Because you cared,
Because you left a footprint,
*Because I am changed.
Pelmatogram Definition: A footprint
 Mar 2014 Leseywut
Ian Cairns
In other words
Your stutter burns
the nightstand
down gently
It is important to remember that ashes once stood upright
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