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 Nov 2024 Maria Mitea
Imran Islam
When your rose of love was dying,
I took care of it, watered it to make it bloom
You smiled, regained the happiness you'd lost,
touched my heart, grabbed me in love, then blamed me for loving!

When you were feeling lonely in tears,
I held your hand and walked with you in the rain
to make you feel not alone, to show someone loves you
You felt my love, then pushed me away like a stranger!

You know I still love you,
as we were in love before—
In dreams, in hopes, we promised to be together
Yet still, you don’t look at me and won’t heal my sore!
 Nov 2024 Maria Mitea
Imran Islam
Days are passing, and some are gone,
We’re running, though some have moved on

We are lazy souls, unlike the sun,
We’re walking, though we need to run

We lie and cheat ourselves each day;
We’re devils with nasty vibes at play

We will be questioned for our dark shadows,
And punished, cast through fiery windows...
 Oct 2024 Maria Mitea
Ken Pepiton
Hoped for situations,
aspiring emulation
of champion surrogates, heros
of historical progress in war's glory.

Visit Valhalla come, make an image,
see some form of spirits in spirit realms
where all the joys
in recruiter's promises are amplified,

wait and see, say the holy teachers,
**** for the promises that persuaded
slaves to volunteer as an army for truth…
Scared of Hell, most likely, sacred
reason for the faith to believe that.
Greedy for punishment, perhaps, lazy
too long, unsatisfied with life's last chance.
- ready, judge the day's worth,
- suddenly it's yours to use, for that
- the price you pay, each line, etching

Later, when the physical nature of your soul,
releases your spirit, and the machine screams,

under certain circumstances, total positioning
at the right instance of human evolution, wishing

not to die, right this minute, wait,
NOISELESS LIGHTENING - awake, ah
NOISELESS LIGHTENING - awake, wha
NOISELESS LIGHTENING - awake, ah, wow.

Did that happen to you?

Old man in the mirror laughing at me,
asking me if I have ciphered out the cost
to my peaceful kingdom model on Earth,

must I disagree aloud, or let the liar lie?
You shall not surely die die.
Did the serpent lie?
What is טוֹב רַע, towb ra da'ath
a tree of
knowledge of beauty adversity.

It is not good for a soul to be without knowledge.

Adam, was not smart, nor sapient, when
the tellers
of the tale began
to tell, how come we to be,
at all curious, if he was not,
he was alone,
and without a doubt,
incomplete, he had no womb.
He did not know, so nothing mattered.

So, did the scribe lie, or did the professor?
Or, am I, as we read, imagining inside the bubble,
from core imaginative thinking comes
smoke to impress spirit emergency

- I am alive- I feel emotions. A year later,
- life speeds up at the end.

Common sense spirit, everybody knows,
listen, what knowing is, magic was.

What did one come to do,
incidental, or accidental,
honest, to myself, one
had no why until I was that one.

Then with a thought I imagined
you as one, thought, me, another,
we, together, apply in the verb ag,
for this job, agging right use on, ag
to push on
from off, up
from down, lighter and brighter,
by chance and circumstance
paid a modicum of good intention,

feeling visual, insensitive at tension,
feeling usual, breathing easy,
seen
fitting will to willing ness, e motion
e volution, life's here coming
in time and space, as is
supposed to be
stored for whys questioned
in life's record book, we stories
whereby lifes's ra' ugly efforting is known,

the knowledge needed to make an edge,
to cut meat from bone, who
among us, can remember
not knowing how to live?

"Never caught a rabbit,
and ain't no friend of mine, well,
that's alright now, momma,

I bought the heartbreak hotel.


Image make, think
a bubble, nothing init

Flush the Fifties, through
the Twenty-twenties, low side

spin a whirling fluxuation
into a reflection seen through

science somewhere abides
below conscience active as ware…
used to think a thought a second time

get a minute with no dutiful demand
put on it, pay it focus, close attention,

stretching tendencies to miss the basics.
Stretching an imaginary bubble, is easy,

make it perfect with pi derived from center
tend toward knowing why before how,
image and spirit, my soul, I'da said it's
my I beam affecting effectuality
of hoping,
as weighed against rote ritual praying
focus
fee for phi spun why nots reminiscent
lucence of pine knots imagined in our
image
smoldering torch in a tunnel
bubble stretching coming being thing
tugged and pulled by all involved,
evolving mind combining senses,
singing, laughing, knowing,
details and good adverse
reverse conditioning,
aggravating mortal consciousness.
we thought,
and drew a line.
All who read become the we, seen in the sheen inside the big bubble,
~
A mouth to feed
A lawn to mow
I don't feel young anymore
If children were wishes
If their smiles, the family glue
Aureate light would reflect
From the ceiling of my heart
If children were wishes
What would become of you and me?

~
~
How did a dead man in Reno
come to be a field of ink
in the Martian salt flats-?

It only took a whisper

An addicted civilian
driving the metaphor machine
the last man to voluntarily fly
asleep and well hidden
writing about his life
without survival techniques

Autopsy report says
he slipped at the hand rail
blemishing his planet
in riding time's escalator
a longing to see the stars up close
and give them new names
it's the future grim repasts
of cullen shores
from a cancelled earth

That silently floating figure
was a human all along

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