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Sep 2013 Lizabeth

Octavio Paz

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

Postmodern

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

Jose Remillan

Postmodern

Shatter the myth of life,
Laugh insanely for there
Is no soul except what
You have placed deep
Down your thoughts.

Shatter the cosmologies
Of western world, for
Your world in itself is the
Constellation of your
Reality, and the wilderness of

Your weird universe.

In memory of Friedrich Nietzsche, the first postmodern man.
Quezon City, Philippines
Septermber 14, 2013

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

I'm Okay

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

Robyn

I'm Okay

A red wagon with a guard outside
Inside we wait
Alone we hide

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

yes Yes YES

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

Carl Joseph Roberts

yes Yes YES

yes, Yes, YES!

I think about you all day long
But must wait to call your name
You give me what I need the most
A release from my long day

Your boldness just amazes me
The coolness of your looks
I wrap my hands around you
And gently pull you to my lips

All my friends they wish they had you
They admire what they see
They want to have you with them
When they see you're here with me

Your seduction starts out slowly
Anticipating whats in store
My feeling of excitement grows
And I want you even more

The head you give it wont last long
I'll feel your wetness on my tongue
Then close my eyes and take you in
A guilty pleasure till I'm done

I think about you all day long
But must wait to call your name
And when that moment finally comes
Guinness Draft is what I'll say

Carl Joseph Roberts

It's beer people, just beer...lol. And just what were you thinking this poem was about? Get your minds out of the gutter and leave some room for me..lol

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

Food for thought

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

James Hudson Cooper

Food for thought

I sit here and wonder
If the kids in Uganda,
Shed a tear when they hear of my plight
I sometimes work Sundays,
Which I hate, but it's well paid.
I can't help that I'm rich and I'm white.

This screen gives me headaches
We are playing for high stakes
I stare out the window and sigh
I've sacrificed leisure
For a day filled with pressure
But probably no one will die

I'm burdened with tax
Hardly time to relax,
My credit cards pushed to the brink
So spare me a thought
When your crops fail in drought
As you search for clean water to drink

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

My Voicebox

Sep 2013 Lizabeth

precarious

My Voicebox

Poetry is my voicebox
Instead of translating
Sounds into wavelengths
It transalates my
Thoughts into strings
Of fragile and delicate letters
Held together only by the weak thoughts of my mind
Barely heard through the clutter
And chaos
The jumbled fragments of dreams
All cracked from the emotions
That I've held in too long