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I can’t help but wonder,
what goes through her head
when she hears my name?
Does she wonder the same?
How would it sound?
Spoken with something that would astound,
or careless speech that falls to the ground?
What would it be?
A lyrical verse of love and glee,
or something that brings me to my knees?
I know how mine sounds,
it’s what always surrounds
every action and word I cast you around.
I know mine would be
like the embracing sea,
shining so bright, reflecting through me.
But I can’t help wonder
what goes through her head.
Am I her warm bed,
or just the water she treads?


...Maybe it’s best left unsaid.
©RobertC.Atkinson
 Dec 2012 Megan Hoagland
j f
Breathing only in the
middle of the chest, through the heart,
(no side lungs left)
hearts push against a bone cage sunrise like
i am not worthy
we are not worthy

with a reconciliation of
cheap water wine and a two cent vocabulary
the world finds its place
behind the cloudy cancer of mortality, singing
prosperity,
prosperity.

and each letter recognizes its purpose
the consonants cut the vowels short before
the overgrowth trips the text.
"They are not like me" they say
hesitantly, one of us?
one of us.
Drooling from pharmaceuticals,
and being told what's beautiful.
Recklessly using our mandibles,
and idolizing party animals.
No time to get personal,
Cuz I must go out and buy the product being scammed on this commercial.

Back.

Intelligence being blinded by fear,
So many don't pay mind, too full of beer
and confused why they can't see clear,
or even eye to eye with their closest peer.

Time spent pointing fingers
and wondering why "bad luck" lingers.
A society high on measurements and value measured by possessions.
The "Iwant" society diseased with obsessions.

Sold opinions with television and magazines,
Never realizing the atrocities behind the scenes.  
More psych evaluations and pills to swallow,
Or open love connections and spirituality to follow?

Many homeless, while uninhabited homes shows a higher amount.  
Pop-culture won't show ya, can the counter-culture even count?  
Fatty fast food paired with fast athletes, just to get a meager billion some dollars. 
There's still time to change though, which is why we need to bother.
 
Too cheap to buy selfless items, well then at least pay attention.  
See me for clarity, there's a wealth of info I didn't mention.
Keep the fame
Keep the glory
But pass over the mike
And let me be heard
Over the din of chaos
The marching boots
The crying voices
Breaking headlines
And singers warbling about love
Let me be heard
For I am the Person
Who in complete anonymity thrives
Lives without the spotlight
The glamour, the money
Another face among a billion
Nothing too eye-catching
But pass over the mike
It is time for the Person
To be heard
Over the loudness of anonymity.
http://zenpencils.com/comic/56-henry-rollins-whos-the-crazier-man/
Just found the above link. I highly suggest you look at it. :)
Poems
are to be quietly
silently whispered
over fires made
out in the chilly cold

Shared, with shifty eyes,
trembling fingers,
trembling voice,
trembling lips,
shaking hands

Reverently whispered
so that the wind
catches the words,
tosses them away
so no one may ever
misuse them again

Poems are to be shared
hiding away
from the world
He keeps writing,
Keeps trying, believing
That he stands a chance.
Experimenting, experimenting.
We had nothing

Except my camera

And my fear of heights

But the happiness in the air

Was almost permeable
:)
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