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 Jan 2016 Lizley
Luna Casablanca
I had my fun,
I had a life,
I had places to be,
I was soon to be
a wife.

I have no fun,
I need to be needed,
I wish for a place to be,
whatever the future holds,
I'll meet it.

There will be fun,
someone will invite me,
I'll be happy in
my place,
I will grow up and
not live based off of
what saddens me.

The past is gone,
there is excitement lit
in me for what I
will shine in the
future.
I think I'm in Hell,
but really this is
Human Nature.
People come and go, and sometimes we have to lose before we
gain.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Luna Casablanca
Perhaps I am the seasoning of your
bread on the plate.
You drizzle me on and  I make the day
better.
Once you are gone like the bread eaten
alive
I am pushed back to the corner of the
table
in my glass jar kept away from
all.
So does this mean I am just an
entertaining
portion of the meal?
All you want from me is
my beauty to walk beside
in the streets of the village?
Live the day with or without
me.
You are not a dish to be eaten
and I am not your
olive oil.
I may not run all over you but
I am not living alone in a
jar.
Shame on people who use others as arm candy so they are seen
with people who seem worthy when they themselves don't feel
worthy.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
WiltingMoon

Sleepy moon,
Can I see you soon?
Can I watch your rays of light,
Fall upon me tonight?
Can I feel your soft dust,
Of peaceful sleeping lust?
Oh sleepy moon,
Can I see you soon?
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Emily Dickinson
1726

If all the griefs I am to have
Would only come today,
I am so happy I believe
They’d laugh and run away.

If all the joys I am to have
Would only come today,
They could not be so big as this
That happens to me now.
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
Once you find
your true niche
as a cog within
the system,
your soul turns
to steel, your
mind freezes,
you are caught
on the treadmill
and already dead.
Enjoy your
commute.

  ~mce
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
Identity
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
I am a pirate
pacing a quarterdeck
before a battle.
I am Adam
beneath the apple tree
waiting to bite
into the New Order.
I am a hopeful heretic
praying for immolation
but unable
to strike a match.
I am a corpse
writing a will
in blood and *****.
I am a soldier
watching a friend
erupt in a fog
of pink viscera.
I am a madman
twitching on a couch,
forgotten in a corner
of a windowless chamber.
I am a hero
slaying griffins,
destroying dragons,
ravishing maidens
as my rightful reward.
I am a lover
to whom ladies
open their thighs
and abandon
their honor,
willingly.
I am a tone deaf poet
singing a defeated song.
I am the amateur torturer
carefully sharpening
his instruments,
but then unable to find
meaningful work.
I am a ****** priest
hearing my own
confession
and finding it
absurdly tedious.
I am all of these
impossible people.
Who are you?
  - mce
rp
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
~for Rimbaud

The same rules
you lived out
still apply:

Drink too much.
Take drugs.
Sleep with
too many women.
Drink too much.
Be irresponsible.
Squander
your money.
Drink too much.
Hurt those
who love you.
Drive them away.
Drink too much.
Overdose on silence.
Drown in solitude.
Drink too much.
Ignore consequences
Go quite mad.
Drink too much.

And then,
of course,
die young.
  - mce
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
He wants her
naked upon an altar
wreathed in roses
so he can worship
her in every way
a human man
can imagine.

~mce
 Jan 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
Stroke her mind.
Caress her soul.
Touch her heart.
Pet her pride.
****** her dreams.
Cuddle her confidence.

Her body will
smile at you
without a
second thought.

  ~mce
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