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 Jul 2015 sanch kay
ahmo
Sandpaper
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
ahmo
I don't seem to belong.
To the beating hearts, the
worn out, dirt-stained,
wry,
perpetually filthy
bluejeans.
I just am.
And how can that be enough?
I am a sheep in a flock
without such a heart.
For if wool covered potential,
any of my skin would be detrimental.
How can such a beast feel
stuck between an
immovable slab of concrete
and what is actually real.

Listen to life unapologetically.
For if there is no response,
remorse may go unmuted,
but unheard.
The only problem
worth deeming absurd
is that I was given this
flesh-filled, ruddy red *****
with a broken bridge
leading a trite path
to spoken word.
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
ahmo
Apathy
is not
pathetic.

Apathetic
is
nothing less than pandemic.
But
nothing less common
than soles wearing out
between hot, molten asphalt
and the swellling skin.

you've been begging to just cave in.

But I can't live and not care.
Fiction is nothing to compare-
except all of the scenery that matters.

A horizon is subjective.
So the billboards
and the spider chords
have still taught me nothing.

I am opening my eyes to the green.
I am shaking like a lantern unseen.
I am a seed
planted on top of a building
waiting for sunlight.
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
ahmo
optional.
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
ahmo
black ties
don't absorb sunlight
like their counterparts.
There are
instead
bullet holes.
and a man that can't breathe.

But this isn't simply
business casual.
It's a boost in morale
for hollow hearts
and the whipped counterparts.

My hands are free, my hands are free
Keep open eyes and remember me
And rage against this machine
that makes me seem
like I'm everything
they want me to be.
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Scott Sinnock
I am the wind of thought
that flows through time.

I am Homer and Achilles
Sophocles, Shakespeare
Verdi, Ibsen, and Williams.

I flow through the generations,
following imagination,
leaving dark Chaos to rule the past.

I am Zeus and Hera,
And deeper, Mnemosyne
Ananke
and
Chronos.

I flitter it seems as I pass
from moment to moment,
memory to memory,
soul to soul.

I am
Cleopatra, Jenny Lind, and Jolie
teasing, singing and dancing
to the delight of the Muses

I am Jesus and Buddha
Epicurus, Epictetus
Even Chinese too.

I am Descartes and Newton
Einstein and Plank
Math and logic
Love and hate.

I am God.

I am the wind of thought that flows through our minds.
I am the wind of thought that flows through our time.
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Nicole Dawn
You know
You just know
It's that moment
The moment blade pierces skin
You know
You just know

Your whole body
It just knows
That's the moment
Yes,
The moment

Your hands start shaking
But for once
Just once
Your mind is clear

You know
You just know
That moment
The exact moment
That blade pierces skin
The moment
You were waiting for

*You just know
Does this make sense to anyone other than me?

I know it's bad for me, but.... I don't even know... Everything is so confusing
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Doofinity
Soul
like the moon,
wax and wane
thy heartful tune.
Mind
like the sea,
ebb and flow
thy poetry.
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