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Mr Xelle  Feb 2015
Skyscrapper
Mr Xelle Feb 2015
So much
So much it takes to be with you.
So much
so much it takes to let you in.
so much
so much Love that comes from you.
so much
so much things that I have let in.
the skies is the..
the sky ain't my limit
I have left earth
and found heaven as a destination.

My soul is flying home
and my spirit won't let me stay.
No I don't fly or Levitate I'm a skyscrapper for the end of my days
irinia  Jul 2023
play
irinia Jul 2023
the light is so tenderly intense  after the storm,
it fills the dark shapes in between my thoughts &
I feel like playing the squiggle game with your name:
one day you might be Isidor who feels the skin of the air
some days you are Yuriy the great with skyscrapper dreams
what about Luis with soft hands tomorrow?
or Tiago, the tamer of the beast of thought?
I have to mention Maksim too, for maximum of delight in your sight
oh, Alfeu for the images of the unseen passing through you quietly in your sleep, like cosmic rays
Liberio I'll call you for the day of the freedom of speech,
once you've discovered the layers of nothingness
or Noah, the new born into a fresh laughter
feeling playful :)
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jul 2020
The pandemic, that ****, inimical plague enveloping our world. So it all started in China, or so they say, yet in what seems to me in a very short time, it has circled Earth. Really, that fast, and everywhere, even Okinawa? Moreover, does it not seem a tad morally "grostesque" that so many look to "profit" from the scourge? This is not the way I want our world to work. "Gee!' many will say. "The more corpses, the more money!" Life, any life, should never be predicated on monied worth. Life is sacred. It is not meant to be financially profitable. The indigenous peoples of Earth for the most part knew intuitively that human lives were not meant to be spent on the 103rd floor of some skyscrapper. They realized that all forms of life on Earth were inextricably intertwined, inter-connected. They realized profoundly that all are one. The way we have sectionalized politically our Earth into arbitary nations (over 200 now) is both ludicrous, as well as illusory. The wind, the waters--even the pandemic--do not recognize borders. The divisions of mankind have resulted, over millennia, in aggrandizement, which has inexorably lead to wars on top of wars on top of even more war. And what happens during wars? Millions and millions and millions of human beings have been murdered, a military pandemic of untold proportions. And what if we wanted to love instead of ****? You can't hug someone who is 6-to-10 feet away from you. You can't kiss the one you love with a mask over your face. But phamaceutical giants are all furiously trying to become the first to create a viable vaccine and thus make billions and billions. But that is not love--just the opposite. And what of all the poor human beings on Earth, so many of whom already have contracted the virus, or eventually will--how are they going to be able to pay for the vaccine? The coronavirus is not the only plague circling Earth. Uncaring has been doing the same it seems forever.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Aaron  Mar 2022
Back on it
Aaron Mar 2022
Cause **** got me terrified
Seeing mannequins
At the price of sanity
I wasnt there when you called home
I am not failing this year
In a skyscrapper condiminium
Time passes
Writting in synapses
Of ocd slashes
Glass, brick walls shatters
Epitome of all that life is
Hit the ***** funnybone
When rolling hashish
Charles  Sep 2020
Be considerate
Charles Sep 2020
Hey, I beg you, if you are gonna break me, at least hand me some tape.
Do not watch me go from crazy to insane
I beg you to at least give me a clue to sooth the pain.

If you gonna break me, maybe give me a hint.
Don't make me give life a bow.
Don't make me build sadness its tent.
Don't make me give up on my now.

If you know you ain't gonna hold me long enough.
If you gonna throw me at the first sight of the dump.
Then please don't bother picking me up.
The next time I visit, hand my cheek your hand and my hand not a coffee cup.

Why do you keep squeezing?
There is no more hurt you could to me.
You really can't make a difference by adding a cup of water to the sea.
Or screaming to the mosquitoes that they disturb us while we sleep.

All i ask i that you reduce my weep.
That you give me a help sip.
You no longer make my heart beat.
No longer make my eyes leak.
And like a skyscrapper I'll keep hanging.

— The End —