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 Mar 2014 lina S
A B Perales
The moon light rippled
across the sea.
A shine full of
might that burned against the
swells as quiet as dust.

The waves crashed and
Poseidon laughed as I rested
the bottle against
my teeth.

I smiled for
the moment
then drank for
the ages.

Stones shifted with the
tide,gentle and sometimes
as silent as mice.

Shine I said as another
tear tumbled and  my minds
eye flashed a far off memory
that
I came here to try
and forget.

The Pacific came and
went,sometimes
with a fury and
other times in
that silence only something
as deadly as the sea could produce.

I took a pull as
another sin filled
Gull cried his
curses into the wind.

Only I and the Gods
were listening as the
hiss of the receding
sea swirled
between the maze of
stones
that made up the
thriving silent life
filled tide pools.

I looked to the heavens
and realized in that
moving moment beneath the
stars.
That I would
either go completely
crazy here or leave
this place a Saint.
 Mar 2014 lina S
Carl Sandburg
IT'S a jazz affair, drum crashes and cornet razzes
The trombone pony neighs and the tuba ******* snorts.
The banjo tickles and titters too awful.
The chippies talk about the funnies in the papers.
  The cartoonists weep in their beer.
  Ship riveters talk with their feet
  To the feet of floozies under the tables.
A quartet of white hopes mourn with interspersed snickers:
    "I got the blues.
    I got the blues.
    I got the blues."
And ... as we said earlier:
  The cartoonists weep in their beer.
 Mar 2014 lina S
jvb
fucj OMG
 Mar 2014 lina S
jvb
My lips are dry from the amount of times I've bitten them
Trying to stop myself smiling every time I saw your face
You're the ray of sunshine reflecting a windows ledge
The million dollar diamond prize, the greatest race
 Mar 2014 lina S
Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
LOVE
is
spacious  and roomy,
giving me freedom
to
grow.
10 w
 Mar 2014 lina S
r
Young Man
 Mar 2014 lina S
r
The way his shoulders move in walk
The way he tilts his head in thought
The laughter in his eyes

Enough to make an old man cry

He does them in the same young ways
Just as he did in yesterdays
When he was still a child

Enough to make his old man smile

r ~ 15Mar14
For Noah.  "Old man take a look at my life..."  Neil Young
 Mar 2014 lina S
hannah
It's nearly been a week since we last spoke
I've been counting the days
I hope I can keep counting
If you know what I mean

You smile when you pass me
But don't dare say hello
Don't you dare say hello
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