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 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
lilpoiein
I mediate on the worst of myself
I mediate on the worst of myself

I mediate on the worst of myself

After saying that out loud
I turn to prayful thoughts

And I pray
And I pray

And I pray

Then I found myself in lost of words
So I sing

I sing
I sing
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
lilpoiein
Every school holiday
My brain would go on an unintended
Long vacation.

Took such a long vacation
That it was almost every bad ideas
To begin my holiday

For everyday my brain is not around
My heart will wander far away
And my passion will not be found

The bad ideas;
My eyes would shut itself
Believing still that we are living in our dreams
But in reality, we have been missing out for quite awhile.
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
A B Perales
Her lip stick stained everything,
my only drinking glass
my only toothbrush.

My  only set of sheets
sat rumpled and stained.  ,
My last joint sat marked
with that wicked red
along the edge of the
chipped amber ashtray.

My dry lips held the
blood of her love.
I savored the rusty
taste of her as the need to
write became the
whole of me.

I approached the trusty Number2
with caution.
I carefully
opened the dog eared
spiral notebook she had
brought to me
a life time ago.

Found a blank page between two
emotionally driven poems.
I drained the last of the
***** as I felt the gift
slowly awaken somewhere
in that darkness
deep within me.

The ***** burn
ripped down my insides and
lit that glow that's slowly
killing me.
That sense of dread
and failure took hold.

The guilt I've had
comes with every word
never written.
Every promise never held.
Every thought never shared
and every blood stained
memory I've been
forced to live through.
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
A B Perales
Sharp pains
and deep
imbedded
red wine
stains
are all
I
can
picture
while
lost in
thoughts
of you.
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
Arataikii
"I'm broke."
Why?
Why are we broken?
Who broke us?
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
GaryFairy
Sitting in the siren silence
within sight of invites of violence
in the sky, the plight of tyrants
righteous mighty fighter pilots

and the war rages on
there are no commercial breaks

in the eyes of subsidence
the dying cries of compliance
the price they paid is the highest
siren silence finally quiets
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
GaryFairy
ptsd
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
GaryFairy
When johnny comes marching home from war
johnny isnt johnny anymore
too many images have been absorbed
and johnny isnt johnny anymore

what happened to the soldier so strong?
i'm telling you, something is wrong

they go over there and take away life
then come back home and **** their wife
with no war thats left to fight
and they dont know that ****** isnt right

when a battlefield is the only place you belong
i'm telling you, something is wrong
 Oct 2014 Maxine Rife
GaryFairy
The rose bush

growing in an open field
nurtured by hands that heal
what love does a flower feel
what love does a flower build

a single bloom

small and dull like a sprout
no other flowers would came out
she was only left without
and forgotten by hands of doubt

withering away

with no one to help her needs
the tiny little rose petal bleeds
songbirds swallow up her seeds
as she is covered up by weeds
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