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 Dec 2015 S Smoothie
Rapunzoll
Truth is you
weren't blameless
I saw your eyes
flash red that night
the fire in your palms
wouldn't burn out.

Together we were
a suicide pact,
there was something
about the drug in
each others eyes
that made us want
to overdose.

We itched like
razor blades
on each others skin,
our tongues a noose,
heartbeats fast,
furious.

My hands bled love
my knuckles
bruised like skies
I puked up every word
until I could finally
say goodbye.
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our love is god. let's go get a slushie.
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You were brought up to cast the fragile truth
In that summer haze
I dawned something new
You held it like crystals,
Rather glass
It faded like the sky
Gray in the past

You cascaded over sorrow
Scalding your skin
Silver flakes fell
Counting your sins
The lining you drew
That was once my escape
Now hung up like jade
Curling at his nape

All this time
You held my heart it your palm.

*What was I devised?
Can you tell me, Ahkira?
 Dec 2015 S Smoothie
The Dedpoet
The words so deep
They reach about like a lightning storm
That reveals the nature
Of our joyous sorrows.

This is the poet that escapes
From dull crevices and fixed niches
Into a sky adorned with metaphor
And fantastical illusions.
It's a gathering of Weeping Willows
And under are flowers of death
And dark romancing light.

It is like the march of an invisible
Parade bustling down the day,
Each one thoroughly entertaining
With the prestige of words written
On their invisible skulls.
      The hunger that ends but is
Never satisfied,
A miracle backwards,
A solitary confinement with the universe.

And in the middle of sorrow and joy
Is love
Between two bodies,
The romance,
The fall,
Something that brings about melancholic grace
To a fallen angel
At the cusp of mercy of mortality.
The pen and the poet
Bid farewell daily to this world
And everyday reinvent it
With audascious hope....

Poetic reality, oh miserable happiness:
The sea of stars in the eyes of a poet.
Words you uttered, by me float
On spectral feet of misted prose,
To render now this leaden way
Unburdened quite, as scented rose.
Unburdened as thy uttered terms
Relieved within, a turgid band
Of rectitude, entangled in,
Malevolence of sordid hand.
Ah! the free untrammelled way
Of easement from the dark within,
So easily you spoke to
comprehensively, dispel the grim.
Serenely so, create my smile
To warm this heart, to clear the eye,
You, henceforth friend, shall be to me
As blue-ness in this wondrous sky.

Marshalg
28 November 2015
 Dec 2015 S Smoothie
Mica Kluge
What do I want in life?

The wind in my hair,
The sun on my back,
The sounds of drumbeats
And rustling trees in my ears.
A well-loved book nearby,
And a pen in my hand
With a blank page before me.
A creek running over my toes,
Its melody blending with the trees,
And the grass beneath me.
The arms of the one I love around me.
That is all I want
From this life.
With only this,
I will be content for all of my days.
 Dec 2015 S Smoothie
Skaidrum
The black sun coiled around you by morning,
Gingerly tending your wounded mind
You basked in the tall shadow of two lovers;
Waltzing along the line of indecisive love

Seven has always been your favorite number,
As we embarked to raise the tiger-eyed moon
That desolate soul wrapped in your inked bones
Couldn't silence the riptide that conquered like our kiss.

You were an addiction that took five months to sober,
Feathering every "I love you" with a pitiful look to me
I guess we just headed off to war in different directions
We were spilling blood in agony for each other.

There are regrets surfacing in your heart
I would know,
It's in my palm, right?

"
I am unwelcome and detatched, it seems.*"
--                                                                                   Am I wrong, Lycan?
A state of emergency may again soon be declared
something for which only a few have been prepared.
It will involve the whole of humanity on such a scale
that it will resemble in effect the oft told biblical tale.

Many people have been talking much about ‘the end time’
and it seems that what they have been saying isn’t a crime,
based on various words prophesied and written down of old
that mankind is undergoing now, past generations foretold.

The world as we know it has become full of corruption and deceit
there isn’t much hope in finding anything else that is so complete.
Even the forces of nature come screaming ominously in our faces
and uproot what we’ve taken for granted to be our homely places.

It would seem that the very thing we fear has slowly come upon us all
due to a lack of faith or trust in God going against His Laws we recall.
Though it has been preached that we are now under a New Covenant
and because of this it’s supposed to be something which is permanent.

But what this really does mean to all those who profess and seek the Word
is that in our own heart and mind or conscience God’s voice is to be heard.
In solitude and quietness we should often then meditate and go deep within
and reflect more on the things we could do better which don’t incur any sin.

Instead of being bent on revenge, pride and many another self-gratification
we should consider more the welfare of all those in need with contemplation,
and help to make this world a better place for us all to live in and call home
until the time comes yet again for God to intervene and make right His own.
__________
Written in 2013.
From their point of departure many long or hope to return,
but where they end up or set out to go is a primary concern.
________
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
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