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 Oct 2012 NA
Destiny Diadem
The cover might be torn.
The pages might be worn.

But never judge a book by its cover.
Never know what you'll discover.

There's so much beyond what's seen.
Just need to respect the poor as well as the queen.

The words might've suffered scorn.
The theme rejected before being born.

But never judge a book by its cover.
There might be a gift for you to discover.

The healthy now the ones mourn.
Disabilities sprouting like corn.

Never, I say I never judge a book by its broken cover.
Because in the fragility hides what you must discover.

Copyright 2011
Met this amazing woman this weekend. She inspired me to write this.
 Oct 2012 NA
Tabitha
Haunting fears
 Oct 2012 NA
Tabitha
And I’m afraid I’ll lose it all doing what’s best for me.
Then I’ll be back crawling on my knees.
Because I’m too weak and unable to please.
And I’m afraid I’ll stay lost,
That I’ll never be found,
I’ll spend another night lying lower than the ground.
And I’m afraid love won’t come,
Even If it does I’ll risk it all and run.
And I’m afraid of doing it right,
And I’m afraid of doing it wrong.
And I’m afraid I’ll never ever be where I belong.
 Sep 2012 NA
Helen
tell me again
when we first did meet
when your eyes
undressed me
as your hands did roam

tell me again how my body
felt like home

tell another story that starts
with my eyes

whisper entreaties to me
that are star bursts
between my thighs

kiss special wishes that begin
at my heart
that ripple down my body
to end where they start

lick a path to my soul
drink in my essence
bathe in my mortality
ignoring my presence

tell me again
how I was first to be the one
I promise to sit still
baking infinitesimally under the sun

I'll drink in your voice
hearing all that you describe
becoming intimately drunk
on each and every sweet lie
 Sep 2012 NA
K Balachandran
After the exhilarating tryst in evening light,
the shadow told her,"Meet me at night".
Overwhelmed she said "Yes" without any thought,

but the darkest night, proved  the words deceptive, the shadow didn't exist.
 Sep 2012 NA
K Balachandran
I want to be,
                   though
                              nothingness
                                                  is also me.
 Sep 2012 NA
Joan Karcher
Time
 Sep 2012 NA
Joan Karcher
tick toc tic tock
time is ticking away
click clock click clock
to count down the last few minutes
or count away what has past
can't wait for the time to pass
to leave work and drive away
but then when you look back
at all that time
all those years you've lived your life
doesn't it seem as if time flew by
to hurry it up or slow it down
can we ever agree on one solution
to live as if there is no tomorrow
but then to be in the perfect moment
they are often not one in the same
the best of times
go too fast
and the worst
are too slow
but then they are all too fast
when dredged up from memory
 Sep 2012 NA
Joan Karcher
etchings into wax
dripping time away
illuminating our surroundings
to an ever greater horizon
the sands of time
slowly ticking
like precious moments
and relaxed breaths
will soon die out

flickering, flickering flame
burning and exhausting
we need to be able
to see our limitations
our flaws
to be able to
get past them
we must not
beat them into
submission
nor ignore
and deny that
they are us
as we are them

they do not speak our language
so how can we expect them
to react
to react as desired
to play the shadows
on the wall
slowly melting
slowly burning away
as we sit
here contemplating
this existence
we call life
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