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 Mar 2014 Lucky Queue
Mike Hauser
It's been awhile
I'm finally tired of it all
I'm going to find my act and get it together

I look inside of the drawer
Where I know I've seen it before
But it's no longer there... go figure

I then search the high shelf
Where it once hung out
But after years all there is is dust

So I look a few shelves below
Where these days it might go
But once again no such luck

So I head to the mall
Where they sell it all
To get myself a brand new act

But the ones that I see
Are too pricey for me
So after fighting the crowds I left

That's when I saw the store
"Discount Bargain's Galore"
I hit the brakes and went back inside

They had mega shelves stacked
With half price discount acts
Only problem...assembly required

I went and purchased a few
Well actually two
In case I lose my act along the way

I took them both home
And now wish I had known
Buying better, the headaches I'd saved

First off the instructions were missing
So it was like in the wind I was *******
That's what I did when I had my old act

With a hammer and plenty of glue
And a couple left over loose screws
I put my act back together at last

Now that my act is together
Since you ask...yes I am feeling better
Going to grab life by the reins and just do it

With my act now in the bag
Going to give it all that I have
As soon as I find what I did with my
"Round To It"
What i have in my box
for I feel you will hate me and all will be lost
the old man walk in his eyes lazy blue
of given frost, then his eyes cleared
Blue as the earths light
he saw his old lady dancing with another man
mother dear do not ask.
 Mar 2014 Lucky Queue
aphrodite
You drink about it.
       You smoke about it.
              You **** about it.
                      You cut about it.
                           You sleep about it.
                                 You stopped sleeping about it
                                       You stopped eating about it.
                                            You keep eating about it.
                                                You swallow pills about it.
                                                      You punch walls about it.
                                                           You kick cans about it.
                                                             ­   You spit about it.
                                                             ­        You write about it.
                                                             ­          You cry about it.

                                                            ­            But you won't talk about it.

                                                            ­ You won't pray about it.
                                                      You won't seek help about it.
                                                 You won't reach out about it.
                                            You won't tell your father about it.
                                      You won't tell your lover about it.
                                  You won't meditate about it.
                           You won't medicate about it.
                    You won't preach about it.
             You won't advocate about it.

       You're killing yourself over it,
but perhaps it's time you start saving yourself from it.
What is your "it"?
I've bolded what I find to be healthier alternatives for coping, opposed to the common and harmful ways of coping that are italicized.
This poem is very personal & I hope you learn to cope the best way you can.
**
A very famous man once said
My reality is brighter than your dreams are
On top of the world, so joyously triumphant
I never in a million years would have dreamed
That I could somehow relate

But with every moment I spent
Holding you tight to my chest
Every kiss of your lips
Your fingers tracing down my neck
I began to understand
What it was like to know Love
The sweetest of happiness
God's Gift from above

In life I've never been an optimist
Conditioned to expect the worst
But with you around it is easy
To see that life isn't meant to hurt
Times do change, things do gets better
We can grow and we can learn
With you by my side darling
I'm on top of the world
 Mar 2014 Lucky Queue
Jaymi Swift
I look in the mirror
And see an old face.
My youth has absconded
at a frightful pace.

Where is the bounce
that I had in my step?
It seems at a cliff, in
my life, it had leapt.

It seems only yesterday
My life was so full.
The business of children
And life was a whirl.

An old woman you see,
But my  life is like yours,
Gone in a blink, not
keeping the scores.

Good times remembered
And always will be.
But sickness of heart
will be my final decree.

For people can see
in my eyes so clear,
That the way of my life
runs down my cheek,
   (in a tear)

When I answer to God
I will hold my head low,
And hope that he sees
I have nowhere to go.

For life went so fast
Seemed I had no control.
Forgiveness I ask Him.
Please take my soul.
you played me too much
i'm worn and done with this game
sore from being dropped so much
and trying to be tamed

you used me and threw me out
like nothing more than trash
it's obvious to you i'm disgusting
like a highly contagious rash

a porcelain doll tossed around
now all that's here is broken glass
I'm useless and damaged
not a person not even half
 Mar 2014 Lucky Queue
David Barr
Truth bares the deepest recesses of her concealed modesties.
Can you feel the resonating equilibrium of tantric sound as we connect across humanitarian divides?
Tears fill my eyes, as I bask in the presence of such elevated humility.
I am grateful for the wisdom of simplicity, as opposed to what may be deemed to be stupidity.
Let us join hands around this circle of cultic agreement.
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