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 May 2017 Portia Burton
Joy Ceye
In the ill-considered dark
Behind electric lights
Rats
Like an oil slick
Poured into the night
Unseen.
Their blind pink eyes;
Blood dripping on
Varicose Street
Where revolving insomniacs
Gathered
To greet a future
Hard Won
A destiny of dust
Inconsequential motes
Bought by votes.
# Brian Herdman
I have poured out my restless soul and I have laid it at your feet
I have laughed and I have loved and I have mourned in our defeat
I have felt your soul breathing within my arms and I have laid my body down
Lived lifetimes in your eyes and in love with you...I have drowned
I have chewed my pride and I have spit it out, left my ego dying in the street
And I have called and I have cried and I have felt love beyond belief
To you,
The love....that lingers in my soul
I shall always remember, always surrender, and never let you go
Ego when bruised
Walks with a limp
Its eyes watery
Shamefaced, gait wobbly
It can easily be knocked of
It’s feet, as its legs suddenly
Appear spindly, malnourished
I guess starved of necessary fiber
And nutrition. I wonder if it’s got a spine
No wonder all it does is whine
When splashed with hot water.
Methinks, for one’s step not to falter
One ought to on the altar
Of one’s well-being slaughter
In cold blood the monstrosity that’s the ego.
#justsaying
Mother’s heart
A feather yet it holds
Tones of love.
Mother's love isn't like any other thing available on God's green earth
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