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Spare me my pride hip hop
Let me get lost in you
Swallow the conflicted emotions I carry
Your artistic touch humbles me
I think……. "Dear you....with love ...from Poetry
***** over the mere sounds of a pounding heart
To the drums and cellos that caress your eardrum

Brothers and sisters confide in you
Fell in love from the roots to souls of mischief
Nomadic as he busta a rhyme
Evidence of a bigger common dream
What he did to get there

****** bleed, notorious hit boy
That’s how some find death in the hands of art
Medusa, the beauty that shattered the lustful greed
It seems there is some infighting
On this site. I know who started
It, and I want him to please stop.

I had a horrible experience on my
Last site due to this sort of
Stuff. I unknowingly helped to
Contribute to this, as I thought
This person the VICTIM. He,
Apparently, is not.

I'm profoundly sorry
I ever got involved.

Sincerely
Catherine
 Sep 2014 Lambert Mark Mj
r
homesick for the little things-
a hello, for instance
-how was your day

can i just say-
small kisses
would go a long way
towards improving
the manor

i remember when-

i remember
small kisses
in a friendly manner-

granted
and planted-
and love mattered.

r ~ 9/24/14
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Riding here, a cloak over your face,
What has caused you to come to this haunted place?
Atop a horse that is one with the night,
Why are you here, this isn’t your fight
My hand in yours leading the way,
You beg me to go so why should I stay
Dark eyes with hair swept over your face,
Why have you come to this silent place?

Back on her horse and riding away
Just riding, away
Back on her horse riding away
Away
The shadows shoot by under the moon’s silver rays
An old ruined castle for the night we will stay
The dew stained grass
Until the dawn of the day

Taking your hands gentle with grace
Now we are here is it the end of the chase?
Leaning to you yet away you do move
Bringing me here, why don’t you approve
Hearing the ocean, the wind in the trees
You’re still and pure, please just be freed
Staring at me, your touch full of grace,
Is it the end of the unstated chase?

Is this a chase
Chase
Why this strange chase

This overgrown room with an old and slow pace,
Acting as if we’re in wait for a race
Taking my hand, is there something you know,
Flying back home, what won’t you show?

Return to the villa there’s a man in my bed,
Drips on the floor from the shot in his head

You took me away at a frantic pace
You look at me as if we’ve just won a race

The race
An innocent race
"Mom, mom,"*  calls Susie
back home after school
in her new spurt of teenage energy
"I've decided:
when I grow up
I'm going to be a pop singer"


"But sweetheart," says mom,
the cool one
classy at all times
*"You know you can't do both"
 Sep 2014 Lambert Mark Mj
OVC
One
 Sep 2014 Lambert Mark Mj
OVC
One

May man and woman coexist equally on our Earth and in our Universe,
For one is half the other, and the two make one full.
May they ride horses, wild and free,
Flying through the winds
Higher and higher as it seems
To reach the cosmos
Far, far out to the boundaries once set,
Each to create new paths, new leads for the next to come
Their names shall be man and woman,
and together they will be one,
The persons who will come,
I.

I hope this isn't confusing.
By "I" I mean everyone, as in the reader, and also the next one to come.
You speak to me in Your own way.
You know if I'm okay or feeling gray.
You know exactly what words to tell me.
You are the One, that I want to be.

You speak to me through different people.
You are telling me that I have always someone to call.
It may be friends, family or neighbors;
someone I can share life's beautiful colors.

You speak to me when I'm alone.
You can even see when my heart groans.
I don't know how You give me rest,
but one thing is for sure, Your way is the best.

You speak to me through difficult times.
You're pushing me up when it's hard to climb.
I know You're telling me to cling onto Your Words,
even when things look so absurd.

You speak to me even if I don't talk to You.
It is still my heart that You want to pursue.
All You want for me is to be happy-
to be loved by You and win the victory.

You speak to me in so many ways,
and for some reasons I don't hear what You say.
But You never get tired of speaking daily.
I know it's Your way of saying You love me.

*-Steph Dionisio, September 24, 2014
tendrils upon our shores, dastardly deeds they'll do
tendrils upon our shores, dastardly deeds they'll do
law authorities on the ball, cells to be monitored
law authorities on the ball, cells to be monitored
cells to be monitored, tendrils upon our shores
dastardly deeds they'll do, law authorities on the ball

their intent is to behead, any member of the public
their intent is to behead, any member of the public
our citizens targets, their sights on us
our citizens targets, their sights on us
their intent is to behead, our citizens targets
their sights on us, any member of the public

we're all on notice, they walk among us
we're all on notice, they walk among us
strikes to be foiled, police squads on guard
strikes to be foiled, police squads on guard
they walk among us, police squads on guard
strikes to be foiled, we're all on notice

cells to be monitored, police squads on guard
we're all on notice, their intent is to behead
any member of the public, law authorities on the ball
they walk among us, our citizens targets
dastardly deeds they'll do, their sights on us
tendrils upon our shores, strikes to be foiled
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