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 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Joel Frye
angular
the memories
of the body drawn
by god's own french curve
the soul un(re)touched
by human hardship
the eyes brown warm
acknowledging sin
accepting the sinner
the sacred heart
still wearing
bearing the
crown of ignorance
set upon it
thorny years ago

and still pumping love
into the universal void
free
to any willing to
stand in the rain
and catch it on their tongues
Mother Mary came to me...and I let her be.
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Joel Frye
two grand masters
play checkers;
chess is a lost cause
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Joel Frye
the pack of demons
who run with me must know that
i'm the alpha male
"...i don't wanna do your ***** work...no more...."
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
raine cooper
i dreamt you came for me
we turned our backs on this madness, got lost in the forest & fell together like autumn leaves
©rainecooper
 Jul 2015 sanch kay
Hailey Ngo
It's like
the people of the world
are strangers to each other.
Pass by and you'll find
no wave, no smile, no hello.

They've got their hands full.
With their phones and their antisocial,
with their earphones that clog their ears,
blocking them from the world.
Just the way they like it.
With their makeup,
covering everything about them.
Even their smile,
even their eyes that once connected,
even their face they no longer want seen.

They got no time for others.
They spend all their days with their robots.
They got no time for interaction,
unless it's the kind with the Internet.

It's like
every stranger in this world
forgot how to be social,
how to be friendly,
how to be kind,
how to be human.
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mammalaria
has a jaunty magenta wreath
on her tight grey curls



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015
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V

the greater the darkness
the more the light is

VISIBLE



10W
soulsurvivor
I'm gonna let my light shine
The darkness can care for itself

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V
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floating, water lily is free
but ever has her anchor
in the bottom of the pond



SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2014
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odalesque
orchids languish
in the sauna steam of
the hothouse
remembering
halcyon days
arrayed in the
rain forests


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/2/2015
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