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Adam Struble Oct 2014
the soul of bees
proximity to the hive mind
recurring swarming.  accumulation
cloudy cobwebs,  the insects that were caught in your corrosion
your corridor zone
glide up her back alley grey train on the wish biscuit
the rochochet eagle
the prizm mandala, triangle
and the tree prizms, how is your teleScope working?
how is your VibroScope?
who is your ally through the great dark
the cavernous mystery
Bleurose  Nov 2020
A Prizm's Eyes
Bleurose Nov 2020
And I'm sorry for loving you
Because I know it wasn't real love
And I know it was wrong.
But you make me spin.

I know you know quadrants
I could never be what you need
You gave me a taste and ripped it away and I'm done.
You weren't cruel, stated intentions. It was me who said "maybe " and "because" and it just, won't fly with you.

It wasn't real
It wasn't real.

All I need is your approval.
I fall at your feet and all you are is a boy, and that's scary for a boy.

I'd like to be your friend but it's only when I'm drunk I can be brave enough to give you recommendations and music.

You probably never think of me
You're only here for her
I get it
I know I'm not enough
I know I'm not good.

I'm grateful you even breathe in my direction.
I should be more grateful you expend oxygen to occasionally speak to me.
I'm not worth the time.
I'm not worth
Anything.
I had this crush on a guy and freaked him out with just my...everything as well as the crush - because when it started I was with someone else as well so it was just a whole confusing hell. But he was mostly there for our beloved Tiny, and that's ok as well as understandable - it just stings a little sometimes.
Issues all round.
J Christmas Dec 2011
Such a trip this is
      Together on this tour
     Heartily I toil
      For this is no great chore
      But I ensconce away
    Once the grouches
     ***** their inveighs
     Safe from fools abrades
   with no thought
    and little aide
      My pencil strokes are laid
        So heavenly on the page
      It tells us not to run
      Stand against the shadow
       let it not dislimn the Sun
         The Machine The Machine The Machine
        It gobbles away all our fun
  
Gus
                                              My skin be-jeweled
                                                      ­                                         In this prizm Lake
             Just be here                
                                                  -             ­      Don't be fake
                                                            ­                                                        Don't loose your love  
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                               in daft's wake

                                     Let loose your love
                                                            ­                 Eyes wide
                                                                ­                                                             awake


                              No rush


                                                          ­                         I'm cool


                                                          ­                                                                 ­         Out here floating

                                                               ­                        in this pool


    Dust just scatters

                                                       ­                                                                 ­                its own way



                                                     I'll be here

                                                           ­                           just swimming

                                                       ­                                                    Cleansed n Sane
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
Jan 1, 2010

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