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Dec 2012 Marigold

DAEJR

I don’t remember
a me before I was birthed
into blood and time.

Maybe we are dreams,
made from clotted memories,
of a dying god.

Manifestation,
through the beautiful decay
will free us, this love.

Dec 2012 Marigold

Closed so Close

Dec 2012 Marigold

DAEJR

Closed so Close

Close.
The tea steeps
as you begin to step
from wet concrete
through the rust
screen door.
I’ve been skulking
around my skull
and bare cupboards
shelves.
I know I misplaced
our place,
its here somewhere
dusty.
You stand there,
damp denim, penetrating
my focus –
wet.
Wax trail slugs
slide down
hitting bare wood
gentle but as forceful
as a slug
to the jaw.
The moth dyed
the goo with wings
and scales
and fear when it
died.
                                                                                                                                              "Why are you here?
                                                                                                                                                        I’m not ready!
                                                                                                                                                                  Not yet!
                                                                                                                                                            Please stay!
                                                                                                                                                          One minute!
                                                                                                                                                                     Stay!"
So, that’s where it went.
You stole it back
behind broken ribs,
those wounds
when we fell
back.
The tea is black.
I walk till I’m so close
enough that you could close
your arms, pull me in close,
but you don’t, you pull
you’re salt-crusted heart
close.

Dec 2012 Marigold

We Broke a Child Yesterday

Dec 2012 Marigold

DAEJR

We Broke a Child Yesterday

We broke a child yesterday,
and here we are left to pay.

We broke a child yesterday,
ignorant to warnings, now our dismay.

                                                                                                                         Mommy! Mommy! He is afraid,
                                                                                                       from the gum, and spit, and word grenade.

                                                                                                                     Friend, Friend! Please raise a hand,
                                                                                                                    but not to break blood on the sand.

                                                                                                                      Teacher, Teacher! Do you not hear,
                                                                                                                                      or see him cower in fear?

                                                                                                                          God! God! Where are you now?
                                                                                                              He unloads in a gun to help him avow!

Now what seems like any other day,
is broke by thunder, while they play.

We broke a child yesterday,
and here we are left to pay.

We still break children here today,
for race, and size, and mind, and ‘cause they’re gay.

We break children every day,
yet we blame them when they fray.

So say sorry for all who lay,
under a hospital tray, or wet clay.

Dec 2012 Marigold

Arc en ciel

Dec 2012 Marigold

Ruby Watson

Arc en ciel

Stop to admire
pure coloured views
and then ponder, really,
which way would you choose?
Would you go over it,
see through it,
or bend double under?
Should you face it,
or chase it,
in backdrops of thunder?
We look for the Sunshine,
or we'll drown from the rain,
in warmth of this kiss -
Feelings bliss
with no shame.

Dec 2012 Marigold

stolen

Dec 2012 Marigold

Ruby Watson

stolen

**you
  left one
           there
                for me
                   to see
              our sweet
    temptation's
far too much
to bare, taken
now, in
sighs
Oh
so
    free

A kiss, or wish
not quite sure! Can I have both?
or is that a bore...

lol
;~)

Dec 2012 Marigold

Curl Of Smoke

Dec 2012 Marigold

Sydney Victoria

Curl Of Smoke

Flames Slowly Die In This World So Cold,
Yet I've Learned To Thrive In It,
Just As The Flourishing Inuit

I'm
          Ready
                 To
                             Change
               My
Niche
I'm
               Ready
                    To
          Bloom
To
           Full
                               Potential
                               I'm
                       Ready
          To
Finally
Be
Me

A Curl Of Smoke--My White Breath--
Whisps Through The Air
One Thousand Words I Never Said
Race Through My Mind
As I Stand In The Light Before Dusk
Soon To Be Concealed By The Billions Of Stars

I Tried To Make The Words A Curl Smoke

Dec 2012 Marigold

Cheers

Dec 2012 Marigold

Sydney Victoria

Cheers

Let's Hold Up Our Glasses And Make A Toast

Here's To The Liars,
The Cheaters,
The Hatrers,
And The Women Beaters

Here's To The Feet Draggers,
Body Baggers,
The Backstabbers,
And The Joint Draggers

Here's To The DUI Kills,
People Tryin To Keep It "Trill",
People Who Don't Reach To Pay The Bill,
And To The People Who Need A Refill

Here's To The Governments Killing Their Own,
Here's To Telemarketers Who Blow Up My Phone,
To The People In My Life Who Keep Breaking Me,
To That One Boy With A Heart Cold As Stone

Here's To The Chemistry Tests,
Being Enternally Upset,
Enternally Recked,
Here's To The People Who Scream In My Face

Here's To All The Pain,
Heres To The Knifes Which Have Cut A Vein,
To All The Guys Who Just Wanna Piece Of ***
Heres To All The People I Dread In My Math Class

As You Can See.. I'm Not Even Holding A Glass

Sorry For The Language, Just Tryin To Think Of Rhymes:)I Tried To Make The Format Look Like A Bottle On A Coaster So You Could See I Wasn't Holding It:)

Dec 2012 Marigold

Curves

Dec 2012 Marigold

Julia

Curves

All of these beautiful people
need to stop revolving around
the scale, she says,
a size 2 with
a waistline
that could cut up
titanium, oh so razor
sharp & perfect, as if
her petite frame was
not enough. Tell me
what she could
know about
a scale

Hypocrite by nature