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 Jul 2017 mikecccc
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Calm
 Jul 2017 mikecccc
lex
Calm
I wish I could feel such a thing.

But with a mind like mine,
that's impossible.

Thoughts don't have the ability to stay 'calm'.

What even is calm?

Is it the rain dripping off of a sunflower's leaves as a night storm approaches?

The faint voices of teenagers singing their hearts out to Broadway shows they only dream to be in?

The whir of city streets, traffic, and crowds cheering for street performers?

The peaceful being of someone you love sleeping?

Calm.
If only I were to achieve this,
then, maybe, just maybe,
I'd be happy.
 Jul 2017 mikecccc
Desi
Rape me
 Jul 2017 mikecccc
Desi
**** me.
I guess that's what I was saying when I looked at you the wrong way.
Or maybe it was what I was wearing.
Those neon green jeans and my favorite tee.
I was only eleven, when I woke up from a drunken slumber with you on top of me.
That thought still haunts me.
I still see your eyes when I fall asleep.
I still see those days where I thought a boy four years older than me actually wanted to be my friend.
I still see the first night I told you I'd smoke with you.
An illegal drug I told myself I'd never do.
After all I grew up Seeing everything my mother went through.
How could I?
I think it was Your voice that took me up like an ocean and sweetly swept me off my feet.
I trusted you.
I shouldn't have.
you ruined me.
You're probably living your life as you should be now.
Like nothing ever happened.
I bet you don't even think of me.
You turned me into something I shouldn't have been at that age.
But maybe you don't think of it that way.
I just wanted to say,
I do.
 Jul 2017 mikecccc
The Dedpoet
I sit down and freeze my pen,
I tear the unfinished poem apart.
I take a breath and open the shades,
I run outside to finish the poem.
 Jul 2017 mikecccc
Tom Blake
I am  here where MANY have already been,
How long will I linger
Before I move on?

Will
I
Move on?



Growing Is hard
Not growing harder,
Especially,
When  there is a motivation, compulsion
To
Grow,
Like
The flowers and trees
Defying gravity,
Exercising
Urge and belief
In
It's existence/
Their
Existence,
Thrusting itself
Toward
Heaven.


But
Still
Treasuring
This present earth
And
Cosmos!

Devaluation
Then his wife said to him, “Do you still persist in your integrity?
Curse God, and die.”
— Job 2:9

Job was a rich man
who, in a trial of divine justice,
was dismantled of all he owned
by a fire that fell from heaven.
Sick and God-blinded, he repented.

But who speaks of his wife’s suffering?
Perhaps she was a woman who took great joy
in things and possessions and luxuries.
Perhaps she sat on heaps of soot,
itemizing the absolute sum of her loss,
calling out to God in argument, crying:

“In whom can I have faith
when the Giver takes that which is given?
And when the love of that
which is loved, and given, and taken,
is instilled in me by the Lover,
the Giver, the Taker?

“Now, I live for nothing.
I long for death, but it does not come.
And yet You have ensured
I survived to tell You this.”
previously published by Dalhousie Review, 2004
The neighbour’s a borderline neurotic
and he waves a gun out his window
claiming it’s the end of days,
but no one pays attention to these people anymore.
There’s a very famous book
full of people like my neighbour
and they were all taken seriously.
I don’t know what’s happened in the intervening years
but there’s no crowd in the street
writing down everything this crackpot says,
no **** of mystics and doomsayers
claiming the judgment is at hand.
No, there’s just an empty street
because it’s 2am and he’s drunk
and I’m trying to get to sleep.
They bring with them the baggage of men
the lost children attempting pathetically
to recreate the aura of time long gone.

If you discount the roughness of skin
travel past the thick hedge of beard
penetrate the silt on the eroded eyes
you can delayer the hardened coats
and get to see  faces barely recognizable.

Some were once too close to be missed
their names and all
but most you could hardly recall
and it agonizes your thought
were they in the same class or not.

You smile till your jaws ache
fetching stories from the blue
dazzlingly colored and half true
for they are all in the mood
to joyfully succumb to falsehood.

You could tell from the body language
who's  in the backburner
and who on the front page.

Forty years break and make men
but they feign happiness
to be united again.
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