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 Feb 2013 Lindsay Drew
Jay Mance
Well this is the first,
and its gonna be fun.
Couldn't think of a title,
So I'll just call it Number One.
Its about a girl,
if im the bullet she's the gun.

Been putting this off,
lack of motivation is to blame.
But now i realize,
this is no longer a game.

I'm in love with this girl.

She is my sword,
and I'm her shield.
Only one I'd trust by my side,
on the Battlefield.

Called life...
Down the road,
I think I'd call her my wife.
Love so hot it would cut butter
no knife...

She would make it a home,
my bachelor pad.
I feel this strongly,
despite the words from my dad.

See we just hit a bump,
in this road of strong emotion.
A love without logic,
such a strange notion.

Its like time is moving slow,
are we moving a bit fast?
I want our love to grow,
I want this love to last.
I have to let go,
of my mistakes from the past.

Spilled milk,
Broken art.
One thing I forgot..
I should have known from the start...
There is no logic..
Once I have her heart.
Oh, black Persian cat!
Was not your life
already cursed with offspring?
We took you for rest to that old
Yankee farm,—so lonely
and with so many field mice
in the long grass—
and you return to us
in this condition—!

Oh, black Persian cat.
who knows if the moon’s
a baloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky—filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their baloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always
            it’s
                   Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves
Six giggling hours,
Spill ideas all over the floor.
Time tiptoes backwards
As the lights wear rainbow halos,
Spinning you round until you are nauseous,
Dizzy, and confused.
Where the boring and mundane
Shed their cloths and ******* all night.
The paradox
Interrupts cluster headaches
And memories come to life.
Dead family members **** your forehead
Turning up the gas of your emotions.
Opening your pupils
So they can swallow the unseen.
Intense feelings of wonder,
Like needles of insight,
Unraveling what you thought was true
And buzzing frenetically
Around your body
Throughout your bloodstream
And into your brain.
Where philosophical thoughts and giddy daydreams
Tickle each other into submission,
Swimming through fear and spiritual understanding,
Like waves crashing relentlessly throughout your cells.
Dancing in the day-glo thundershowers
Giving life to the dead ground.
The walls come alive,
Stroking your face
Like a long lost mother you thought you had forgotten.
© Cory  McQueen
11
When electricity turns itself loose
to bounce in and out
of the pockets
in the mind

turn on a light
and channel that ****
towards the greater good
of illumination
© Cory McQueen
 Sep 2010 Lindsay Drew
Aaron Kuhl
Hear my heart now racing
because my joys I'm facing
You're laying in my arms
And I'm shielding you from harms
As I hold you to my chest
I know these nights are best
I'd close my eyes and dream
but then I know my heart would gleam
Just with that reassuring touch
Or presence that I love so much
Pardon for it's frantic pace
But my heart's found reason to race
Give it just another time
And I'm sure that it will adjust fine
For this is where it wants to be
Another time and we both shall see
It shall find a steady beat
and those moments will be complete
So I beg pardon for my heart
but this is only its start
 Sep 2010 Lindsay Drew
Keith Ren
In tedium bindings,
And air so confining,
I'm glad for the collar you gave.

A sheetrock, a permit,
A dark-haloed hermit.
I thought I played well as a slave.

but,

My history lesson,
For Mistress, the crescent,
As Moon, you wrenched me to life.

now,

My submission as passing,
Left a Dominant standing,
Shall we play catch with this two sided knife?
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