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I stand above my bed
And examine the damage.
Blankets this way and that
Pillows all over
Sheets tangled up around themselves.
Proof of something that
Only hours ago
Left this place empty.
I take in the rubble
And breathe deeply.
I lower myself down to those
Tangled sheets
And backwards bedspreads
And fill my lungs with you.
I pull them up around me
And close my eyes
And wish for this place to be
The same kind of battleground
Again tomorrow.
Lost in the present where all my yesterdays fill my mind.
Hoping for better things and what tomorrow's i may find.
Belief and dreams are gone for now.
But hope remains one day i'll shine.*


©2012 Paul Bolton
     'A little bird I am,
Shut from the fields of air,
And in my cage I sit and sing
To Him who placed me there:
Well pleased a prisoner to be,
Because, my God, it pleases Thee!

'Naught have I else to do;
I sing the whole day long;
And He whom most I love to please
Doth listen to my song,
He caught and bound my wandering wing,
But still He bends to hear me sing.'
I can twist
I can writhe
You can be the one to make me

I will shiver
I will gasp
Wrap around you as you take me

I can see
That you are mine
You can watch and I will guide you

Make me climb
Until I fall
Shaking as I lay beside you.
 Feb 2013 Simon G Tehle
TJ King
A cigarette
fell
on a gravestone once.
                                       Bursting
p o w d e r  like sand
over the names that
sunk into the stone:

Vessels         carrying memories
                      and dirt
to somewhere
that had burned away
long ago.

I'll tell you I was
there.
Waiting, cursing,
******* in smoke
as you too               embarked.
went to the hospital last week
saw my baby on the ultrasound
came home and i had'a write it down

My babies inbound
and this rap thing hasn't left the ground
I try to move but my feet dont follow
must think if i go ill crash like the Apollo
so i tell myself maybe it'll go better tomorrow
Friends telling me Congrats
when I'm still getting Richards education
THIS IS NOT DONE!
Words, thoughts racing like shooting stars
Bursting into life then flying then dying
Every creeping ant, every blade of grass
Wets the eyes
Of those who have been touched by fire
Everything... significant
Profoundly... important
Cosmic connections coalescing
Like constellations on that first night
For eight days... I lived
But something, somehow
Somewhere along the way
Changed,
White doves gave way
To black dogs
And that is the ascent into mania
A descent into beautiful madness.
 Feb 2013 Simon G Tehle
Sami
I miss you even though we never met.
And I imagine you as my guardian angel.
I think about what you would've been like...
Your name is Jake.
You have two kids and a beautiful wife.
And you live an hour away, but we get together once a week
To talk about Mom.
And your family.
And my ****** dating life.
You tell me I deserve better and I believe you.
And I tell you that I'm completely happy for you
And you believe me.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I love you.
And Happy 38th Birthday my older almost baby brother.
We all think we're different,
But we are all just the same.
Okay we might all seem unique,
And we nearly all have different names.
But when you get down to basics,
Our needs are all the same.
It's like we are the pieces
Of one giant eternal game.
There are some who are never happy
And go in search of fortune and fame,
And those of us who are quite content
Without needing to further our aims.
Yes some of us think we are different,
But we all of us are just the same.
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