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The Tinkerer Nov 2015
Home's where the heart is.
It's where sorrow passes by.
And where joy always finds its way.

For some, it's where the world is.
For some, it's where the world ends.
Over time though, I've learned.
It's no place any map can trace.

Home is the nights we've spent.
Contemplating our lives.
The jokes we make,
The things we do on a dime.
The laughs, the tears, and that beautiful smile.
Where words are never words,
Where a single look is a million years.
Home, is my pillar.
My fountain of youth.
Home is where anything can be truth.

Home is always just in view.
Home is me, when I'm with you.
G.
Home, That's where you're most at ease.
Thank you.
  Nov 2015 The Tinkerer
ThePoet
A sadness I had

created for myself

that killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend

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The Tinkerer Nov 2015
This Room Is a Woman,

The bed, seducing me.
Reducing me.

This room is a woman,
Her Skin, it shimmers.
The Walls,  they whisper.

They inject in me regret,
These Devouring memories.

This Room Was My Woman.
From it,  *I could Never Leave..
To every man who's been tormented by the demons of his mistakes, who repents and who regrets. I raise a toast. To the fallen. To the falling, and to those who've never really broken through to a better tomorrow.

The torture the past lays upon those who lament over a love gone wrong, or lost is unfathomable.

This is my how I imagine perceiving this.
  Nov 2015 The Tinkerer
Alexa Sinclair
OK
So you're
Telling me
You're mad

Cause she
Kissed the
Guy you
Like

Well wait
A minute
We can't

Kiss any
guys (Without
your consent)

But you
Can kiss
anyone you
Like

No matter
Who else
Likes him

Wait a
Minute, I
Like this
Guy too

I'm not
Mad, just
A little
Sad

So why
Are you
So angry
At this

Other girl
Your friend
Cause all
Is fair

In love
and war
I have
Feelings too

I like
The guy
You now
Like

And you're
Gonna kiss
Him.
Still.

Did you
Ever think
That might
Hurt me

Like she
Hurt you
When she
Kissed him

Wait a minute.
That's not right.
  Nov 2015 The Tinkerer
Adam Childs
We rest deeply within our cote laying
the fields of quiet and peace.
The silence that lives underneath
an opera singers voice.
In our stillness we float up with
a sweetness of the finest essence
After the storm Noah sends us out
to fulfill a dream to find the
promise land.
As we search all direction we
carry no frustration as our
paths are completely open.

Our love has a steely aggressive
streak cutting through any
emotional obstacle.With a light
but forceful peck we find all
our boundaries broken.
As we slide through every challenge
like a train running through a
mountain.
Hidden behind an invisible wall
we find our isolated heart feeling
broken.
But with our beak a few light taps  
and a wave like  wand we find all
our spell are broken.  

As the little self guards all his
inner wealth, but another voice
singing , " start sharing" as all
casts are now broken.
On the edge a little chick looking
down staring and just standing with
a little voice saying don't let go
keep on holding.  
But a higher force with a heavy boot
just shoves us off, while screaming,
search for something higher.
So a little bird starts tumbling with desperate
little wings that feverishly flapping red face
fluttering.

But caught in the unexpected currents of life
winds push us lower.
Then though all of a sudden like an orchestra
that has just found its conductor or a singer
finding her voice we start flying.
Defenceless little birds I find ourselves powerless
to the forces from above as we are caught but
not in a cage
but in LOVE.
My wings out stretching my heart opening I
find my tiny self racing like a rocket into
an infinite space.
With my love inside my breast you will feel
the tickles of feathers inside your chest.

Fumbling and bumbling chest filled
with love we find no room inside
our home.
With chicks bursting we find our heart
full of explosion. The endless love of a dove
letting go into freedom rising steaming
just keeps on evaporating.
With this incredible task a little birds cover
the world, keep streaming from a magicians hat
they keep on appearing.
As we sink into feathery arms we are delicately
warmed and like a radiator we start glowing.
  
Love is the hope that hangs in the air
like the star of David.
So when you snuggle into
the love of a dove you will find
yourself anchored at the bottom
of the sea but also high in
the sky above.
So let us travel in the wings
of a doves love
The Tinkerer Oct 2015
What is love?

What is love, you ask?
Here, let me tell you what I know.
There are these times,
These times in our oh so busy lives.

Usually, they occur in the wee hours of the night.
When all is done, and all is quiet.

You begin to comprehend the futility of life.
This is when you break down.
When you lose Hope's light.

At these moments,
A person comes to mind.
Their very existence, in a mystical way
Helps you regain your sight.

Helps you push on, through the nights.

That, my friend is love.
When all is lost, and you're losing your mind.

It's what urges you.
To reignite Hope's light.
I always wondered how we can explain to one what it might be to love someone. There are a  million and one ways that people can recite to you, about how it is, what it feels like, but here's one way I 'd imagine it to be, and I thought I might share it. You know you're in love when you see them as a path to a better destination, a better you, a better place.
You'd know if you've been there.
You'll know when comes along.
The Tinkerer Oct 2015
They call him,
The Merchant of Death.
He wanders the earth eternal
Searching, His men to find.

They call him,
The Merchant of Death.
By his side, a record..
Of every man whose time has come by.

Clearing it, he shifts.
Clip after clip
Never leaving a man behind.

It is said, every bullet has a name,
A name on it's head.
The target, through which it shall fly.

They call him,
The Merchant Of Death,
For on each bullet,
The name .. *He signs.
War. When one truly knows what one man can do to another man.
When one truly believes in heaven and hell,
When on believes that the reaper shall come.
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