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 Apr 2014 st64
Sam Temple
torn asunder, morality lives in a cave at the edge of society
wishing only to be remembered
passionate rebels encourage it forth
desperate to show that family values
live in America still
but what is a family? or a value?
any people living and working together
for a common goal
is a family
and feel their work is valuable
conservative America begs to differ
needing to place rules and regulation
on concepts and ideas
like liberty and freedom
forcing a nation of round pegs into a system build
on squares
by squares
for squares
and we accept poisoned foods and environmental degradation
for the chance to win Megabucks
when I die
I will haunt all who sit in diametric opposition  
to idealism and hope
unless there is a Christian god…….
 Apr 2014 st64
Louise
Smile
 Apr 2014 st64
Louise
It's with my eyes and mouth that I smile
I like to make others feel at ease
You'll only know me for a while
To know I like to cheekily tease
My sense of humour is very naughty
Sometimes get in trouble it's a fact!
Although I'm just over forty!!
I refuse to grow up and that's that!
I can be sensible and mature too
But life can get so serious at times
I take a step back to think things through
Sometimes put pen to paper, words on lines
But if I can keep smiling and laughing
At myself and life and friends
Remind myself that life's a journey
Accept the uphill struggle, twists and bends
I will get through it and still be smiling
At the end
: )
 Apr 2014 st64
J
Colors of Anxiety.
 Apr 2014 st64
J
He sits there
A fresh new canvas
Ready for memories to be painted on him
Wanting me to paint him
My hand shakes
Wanting the memories to be beautiful
I step forth
My paintbrush trembles with anticipation
 Apr 2014 st64
Forrest Jorgensen
An overcast sky poured upon the earth
Today. It seemed like it would never stop,
Then it did, and the city was flooded:
A shallow sea of silent standing water .

So I made three paper boats, and
Walked to the new ocean with them,
And cast them from my withered hands
To sail into oblivion.

I watched them glide down the glistening streets
Ever away from me, then I thought of you –
How we would cross the oceans together,
Where I learned how to swim, and how to love.

Then the last of the paper boats had gone –
Down wind, on some futile little journey.
I imagined you at the helm of one,
And I at the bow, looking back at you.
I wrote this during a flash flood. I actually did make some paper boats and set them loose.
 Apr 2014 st64
Michael Acosta
under the city lights
the stars shine dimly
yet in your eyes so bright
a twinkle, a glow
my hand in yours feels
so very perfect, so right
the chill night air surrounds us
I pull you close to me
your back against my front
the cold fades and warmth
glows, lingers and grows
your hand in mine
my lips on the nape of your neck
heat blooms into fire
my hands slide down your hips
holding you tightly to me
in the cold night
our embrace lingers
your scent intoxicating
no drink has touched my lips
and yet I stand drunken
by your presence
time has flown once more
and we must part again
I will wait for you
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
 Apr 2014 st64
Sjr1000
Breaking out
in
Bojangle
dances
in
the most inappropriate
places.
 Apr 2014 st64
Natasha
I've painted these walls a million times
I drove so far, to see these lights
the only thing I wanted
was with you.

Well, I've packed my bags
yeah I'll be fine
I've made some calls
and said goodbye.

I've been sleeping with the lights on baby
I know, it drives you crazy
but tonight
I swear we'll be alone

I'm writing down
your favourite things
to show you that
I've read through your letters again

As pages fall
my heart falls too
you cross your t's and dot your i's
I'm not saying goodbye
old song
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