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 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
Ottar
some who impose their will
drill into the media who gobble it
up like it is credibilia,
two bitzcoin for your thoughts?

As far as fair is fair, where is fair,
that wee ones who don't belong,
are taken,
when will this world awaken?
every one
would be be shaken to act,
if in fact they were your children,
every parent
would be heard
to state they are
our children
, too
the world's children,
these men (read cowards)
pick on them because they
see them as weak,
the forget they are the future,
when their son's look for wives,
here is to hoping they find none,
don't mind this poet's rant,
as he is out of touch with much,
see the headlines, (read skim)
it is not that I care not,
how to right the social cultural wrong,
how to write so that theses men (read cowards)
play hide an seek with political agendas,
oh they have earned their fifteen minutes
of fame,
shame shame, double shame, here is to publishing
all of your names, in what ever format you end
up as,
see, reading the news or the facts won't
explain this to make me think it was the right thing to do,
but I am a poet out of touch and for me this is the write thing
so to do.

Boko Haram (read cowards),
has done this before if my tired memory
should serve me as they should serve time,
right now your voice sounds like a childs,
are you out of touch with your masculinity?

Out of touch of their
parents arms for hugs,
this tugs,
at any parents heart and mind,
don't be out too late,
out of reach,
out of touch,
who will feed them,
we will need them,
they are the future
             of a generation,
this is a pitiful demonstration,
there is no excuse,
these recluses (read cowards)
who hide behind naked
political stand-offs
running and gunning
with young girl children,
don't tell me to get some
understanding,
because the moon we
all stand under is the same,
               too bad shame,
can't be brought by their
mothers, but maybe these
Boko Haram (read cowards)
don't even respect their own
mothers or the mothers of the
others they have stolen,
they have kidnapped,
they have made as scapegoats,
for their
kingdom
building
exercise,
free the prisoners,
as they are running
short of cowards to
do the camp chores,
they can't even get bullets
to start a war against other men.
When will
this child abuse
be stopped still?

So you can be more out of touch than...
If found to be offensive I will redact
and the world was suddenly cold without you
left breathless and heart racing
thoughts, pictures, imagination run wild.
come back...

please?
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
mouth
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
the biggest mouth I ever seen
belonged to a politician
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
sing
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
sing to me your song
in the actions you choose
to hide
and see if I don't love you
I'm wearing a yellow polka dot bra and a pink shirt.
Anyone who knows me would find this odd because
black dominates most of my wardrobe.
I am dyeing  my hair in 7 days and I had a gold feather pin in my hair when  I gave a gentle guitarist my number.
There was a rose on this scrap of hastened paper and I bit my lip from being nervous; it bled.
Graduation is close and change feels like electric shock.
The polaroids on my wall are held up by safety pins that have no where to go.
My voice is stronger  and only shakes when I remember the past and forget my luminous future.
I have friends with flowers in their fingertips and lake's for eyes.
Their voices shift the earth's plate and we fall deeper in love with our beings.
Envelop me in an easy slumber that  I don't mind waking up to.
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
to touch the eternal
with even one finger
tracing your love poems
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
man took to the air
and unbalanced
the world of birds
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
300 ml at night

best to take around 7.00pm

not 2.00am
 May 2014 Olivia Mercado
nivek
its sun up at four am
I feel like I am going
travelling far into
the distance beyond
human reckoning
and already I have
departed long ago
when the universe
was just a beginning
to do its thing in
a measured way
as if that could be
captured in a
scientists mind or
nailed to my feet
in a closed petri dish
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