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My disease has fifteen different symptoms yet no one was able to put the puzzle together , olfactory reference or trying to be invisible , crying , begging not to be around people , so an *** beating was the medicine in the early seventies from self proclaimed Doctors like my father most occasions , the cheap prescription to set the boy straight , go to bed hungry with the door slammed , in pitch dark for the high crime of being sad with no way to control it , now back in school scared of home too , blocking out everything , afraid to speak , raise my hand , couldn't remember a thing , sharks eat the fish under duress , be advised that children can be the most evil ******* on the planet !
My quixotic escape to dreamland is
Always a whimsical amusement park
I'm an angel resting on a blade
Of humorous impracticality
A blade that hurts reality
I'm the dreamer torn between
Smooth masculine angels with the wildest dreams

Reality can slit my wings,
Scorch my blackened feathers,
And manipulate my epicurean senses
But these lucid dreams
Cleanse my slate
A dreamer's fortitude is a gentle sigh
On the eyelids
John Archievald Gotera © 2015
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Sjr1000
Your lavender love
it falls to pieces
falls to pieces
everywhere you go.

Your lavender love
hits the ground
and scatters
all around
all around.

You walk in trails
of flowers blooming
in all the sounds
of harmony
a magical touch
which heals all
pain, and words
which soothe
during midnight
rains.

You come on the
breath of the winds
you leave that
same way
too.

Your lavender love
it falls to pieces
falls to pieces
every where you go.
Where it comes from
where it goes
I really don't know.

Your lavender love
it falls to pieces
everywhere
we go.
https://soundcloud.com/steven-roth-10/lavender love
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Kush
Cold-Blooded
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Kush
He walked slowly and deliberately
Each step had a purpose
Each step brought him closer to the means to an end
His eyes were dark and serious
People looked into them and only saw a chilling layer of ice
His mouth was formed into a tight and grim expression
He didn’t like to waste words
People called him angry and aloof but it wasn’t his fault he was like that
He used to care too much about the world around him
That same world made him like this
Over and over again he was subjected to pain and disappointment
Finally, it got to him and he changed
His smile ceased to have its day
His blood begin to freeze
His steps became precise
His eyes now shot a menacing glare
He became cold-hearted
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Willard Wells
read the word sublime

considered it for sometime

realized it's you
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Willard Wells
Long dark hair
draped gently across
her soft silken shoulders.

Dark eyes
looking deeply into my eyes
with the sparkle of diamonds.

Ruby lips
soft and smooth,
I await my kiss.
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Willard Wells
Greed
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Willard Wells
We have war
and much death.
What is being
taken in a battle.
Means little.

How did we
get to this point.
Or maybe why
have we not grown
beyond this level.

More people
yearly come
out of poverty.
But why is anyone
really in poverty.

I cannot believe
with all that the have, have,
that the have nots
cannot be brought,
to the point of having??

Food would be nice,
and some water too.
And to not be killed
over a piece
of dirt.

But there we have
the root of it all
when you have
you want more,
at the cost of human life!

GREED!!
More social commentary today and with sadness of those killed on their journey to Mecca. RIP
 Sep 2015 Nikki
mikecccc
Apathy
 Sep 2015 Nikki
mikecccc
I don't care
With genuine feeling
What happens means nothing
They won't **** for apathy
They just won't help
They won't hunt you
In dark alleys
But they will
Turn a blind eye
When your brought down
They don't burn or simmer
Or even stew
They simply do not care
But they will when they
Become the hunted.
 Sep 2015 Nikki
Hilo Shaka
Saline infusion
Salty mist into my lungs
lips dry soft in heat
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