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 Sep 2013 Lumiere
mads
The aching turns to
   Throbbing
And it's breaking my ribs again.

The faux colours after the rain
    Fade
Dimming to black once more.

It's a hamster wheel I'm stuck in
     Rotating
Dragging me up and down,
    Rupturing semi-calloused skin.

Bashing my head against bars
     Locked
In this place, a metaphorical mental jail.

Stuttering words that shatter my teeth
   Nonsense
This sadness isn't real,
   Yet It's here.
And I can feel it. It's drowning me.
I can't breathe. But it isn't real.
So I find solace in it like binding myself to a religion that doesn't leave a bubbling sensation on my tongue.

This word is dark and everything is tasteless.
    I can't remember what sunshine tastes like
On the back of my eyes.

Besides, I've lost all feeling in my brain
And my nose bleeds again
    But I bashed my face against a wall
So maybe it's my numbness dripping on the floor.
Hi, my name is madeline and it's 12:04am. I am exhausted and my brain doesn't exist anymore. Sorry to be so negative, go have fun.
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
Ben
i woke up this morning
locked myself in the bathroom
with whiskey beer and netflix
a hot steam shower and
aching thoughts for a cigarette

they said be strong you'll make it in time
but all i see is a negative sum numbers game
ad infinitum forevermore on & on & on
another day another nicked nickel through my fingers

so instead of being a "productive" member of society
i'm drunk at 8:00 am and wallowing in self pity
but hey the shows are free
but this shower's gunna cost me
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
David Hyde
There's poetry in the rain;
A special kind of song
For a special kind of person.
The broken-hearted hear it well.
A chorus in the storm
That drives away the warm
And wraps your soul in a chill.
A melody in every drop;
You can hear the music as it falls,
Singing through the air.
All you have to do is listen,
I promise you it's there.
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
st64
odd word, then
basking..
it overwhelms so...


1.
no easy answer
assuredly, no easy answer


2.
so much of calamity on the shores of light
hardly surprising
poor visibility


3.
if only..
if only......
if ONLY........

oh, if we could step out.. into space
and *really
see our beautiful globe
look at the wide oceans make up its ironic three-quarter
its lovely, blue smile
look at the earth in wonder
the earth with no border (nor **** boundary!!)

oh, how humbling

how I fall to knees
at that glorious sight of grace
fills the soul and feeds the core



yet
all I'm left with..
is

basking in glow of uncertain times




star toucher 64..                 4 sept



*(in hope yet.. I persevere sanity prevails us all)
i have nothing to say... after all, who am i?
oh, just a regular human bean, is all :/


sub-entry: TWO QUOTES


“You can walk around this culture now, as a proud supporter of the so called anti-war movement and it's made up of a lot of people I used to know …
I'd like for them to be asked more often than they are, if your advice had been taken over the last 15 or so years; Slobodan Milosevic would still be the dictator of not just Serbia but also of a cleansed and ruined Bosnia and Kosovo. Saddam Hussein would still be the owner of Kuwait as well as Iraq, he would of nearly have doubled his holding of the worlds oil. The Taliban would still be in charge of Afghanistan.
Don't you feel a little reproach to your so called high principle anti-war policy? Would that really have led to less violence, less cruelty?”
― Christopher Hitchens


“We'll fight back, we'll fight back, we'll fight back," a man near Doctor Stockstill was chanting. Stockstill looked at him in astonishment, wondering who he would fight back against. Things were falling on them; did the man intend to fall back upward into the sky in some sort of revenge?”
― Philip K. ****, Dr. Bloodmoney



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnOoNM0U6oc
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
st64
how.the.simplest.of.things.swell
to
magnified.import

1.
no more drawing lines in the sea-sand
frolicking with flirty fun-waves
(like before)

no more pure-playing in the fields
chasing magenta-and-green butterflies  
(like before)

2.
Mama, come home . . . where are you?
Papa, it’s time to plant the beans
Sister …
Brother …
Gramps …
Grand-ma …
Cousin …
Uncle, aunt . . . ??
                                 *please . . . where are you all?



3.
all.not.well.on.earth
(like.never.before)




even.th­is.small.voice.which.spake.wider.through.innocence
lies.silent.no­w
beneath.reddish.dry-mud . . .

its.melody.of.truth.heard.
only.in.a
field.of.butterflies

all­ gone






no.more.butterfly


S T, 5 sept
nope.all.is.def.not.well
simplicity.simple.


sub-entry : Mind Games - J. Lennon (forgot to mention author here.. apologs ;)

We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail

Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow

So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future, outta the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we're playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go

So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games forever
Raising the spirit of peace and love

Love...
(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud-A-8khCC8
(not to miss - STRAIGHT FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES - Michael Dodaro :)
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
st64
a child-heartbeat has such power
to sway ideas
and turn the tide
hence -
show adult-folly


1.
emperor bays the crowd
to flatter
invisible trappings
of grandeur and prowess


2.
when blind to the obvious
talk is no good




och, man
just freaking forget it*




(what good is talk... when the COMMON voice is not heard?
                               ...  when yet another child-heartbeat is lost?)





S T, 5 sept
how many more child-heartbeats will we lose . . . in haste?
it's easy to stand with a (even semi-rallying) crowd behind you, yet -
at the end of the day
when you nicely tuck in YOURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR child,
can you breathe easy
knowing that, due to a command given or act commited
(directly or not) from your remote-hand:
some other parent
cannot?

EVERY CHILD IS OUR CHILD.
We are killing the future !!
Even surviving child-heartbeat may bear bitter memory-seeds, catapulting unbroken-cycle.
  
Shame on us all.. sis, man.. we have at our disposal so much of ability to DO GOOD.
Man, we have precious chances to prove we can do BETTER.. instead :(




sub-entry: visit

should I visit you
in your home
and you don't like what I say...

would you now show me your ill-placed power
and
hold a gun to my head?

yes, I'm afraid, indeed
to EVER visit you

not fearing you
but your unwieldy hand
born of folly-haste
and blind-avarice

the balance is not righted
in blood-spill
ever.

( would you be willing
to write
a **** poem
in
child-blood?):
Does one become more beautiful
after being broken?  
Could they be repaired with gold
until their heart and mind
are no longer numb?
Will the harsh voices
that caused each crack
disappear............
into a billion pieces
as if never spoken?
If so,
please paint each crack in my heart
and stop.......
where this pain flows from.

Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
Please see this link http://imgur.com/gallery/ZdCoY
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
Jane Doe
Finally
 Sep 2013 Lumiere
Jane Doe
I feel the winter coming back
The burning pain freezing over
Finally scars form
Finally
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