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 Nov 2013 Tabitha
g clair
Staring into hazy eyes
I slowly start to realize
that you are several leagues away,
and now I understand~
Tried to solve the mystery
went looking for some history
I'd dive back down if just to see
and stir the sleeping sand.

We drown out all the pain we feel
far-away things seem not as real
but there's a ton of brokenness
on the bottom of the bay
weighted well to keep it down
in hopes that time would surely drown
the misery which hangs around
to cloud the dreary day.

I didn't know just what you felt
the searing fire, the burning welt
the scars of life, of loss and such
which numbed your spirit, hurt so much
and wounds so deep, they should have bled
attended to, would heal~ instead
they linger painlessly, you've said
in places way too deep to touch.

I feel the tug upon my fin
and draw a breath of water in
and surface here to find I've been
caught up in love's illusion.
you nearly dried me in the sun
and here I'm thinking 'so much fun'
but like all fish, I've come undone
awakened, our delusion.

I'll never truly understand
for I'm a fish and you're a man
I swim in garbage, not my plan
it's only your pollution.
there is no way a fish will drown
I'll let the current take me down
just one more gem in Neptune's crown
and that is my solution.

I make my bed there in the deep
and on my watch, I rarely sleep
the nets they drag for memories,
I keep them all from catching~
the one's you've drowned there in a heep
the painful one's I'd rather keep
and as I swim this sea of bleep
none will be for snatching.
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
g clair
Not to be the only one who feels
that it's important
to keep your shirt on
to keep your patience
of this I'm certain
with understanding
in quiet waters
are sunken
treasures
found.

Catching wind of something that you said
I'm quite relieved that
you are the type who
can see the end from
a rough beginning
and in forgiving
you make it clear
that there's no
fear in
love.

Reaching out for something that is good
and latching onto
discarded socks you
are thinking clearly, "Hey!"
(they don't deserve you)
but still you serve so
it will continue
you'll never
alone
be.

Letting go of what is left behind
I might be freed from
my vain devotions
and silly notions
the useless worries
about the future
and of all
temporal
things.
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
Kevin Triolo
Reach
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
Kevin Triolo
Growing in trees
        Life
Tinkles out
in every
        Leaf
The tips of branches
reaching out
just to
       Reach.



© 2012
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
Kevin Triolo
creeping** cold fingers slipping
through the cracks in
our-house is built upon old western roots
that sometimes find their way
up into our heads and fill us
with these notions of history and purpose
as if an accumulation of past events
was enough to create meaning out of a shapeless empty
night is where they all seem to run
off to in search of something more than themselves
but mostly just recognition
as they hold up mirrors to the world
imploring everything they see to be as they are and love as
i-love the way she would bundle up her hair
and let it rest atop her
like a curled sleeping little cat
with-sideways-eyes
she glanced but never truly looked at me
which was enough to shatter
my inclinations towards something more
than just acquaintances
or any other empty word
thats less than what
i-always-wanted
to be more to someone than they were to me
and maybe i am
but it never seems to happen with the right people
or maybe i havent been paying attention
to all those I left behind crying alone
before life stopped letting me hurt
because living takes things
that dont exist like
balance becomes impossible in this world of flux
where everything we are and want
just ebbs and flows.



© 2013
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
Kevin Triolo
A shuttering light on the porch
filtered through crackling orange trees.
Their heavy dry leaves
smashing into the black concrete.
I shield my eyes
away from the intensity
of fading moments
         lost time
to the day that started so slow.
But still the stones
        glow amber
as if smiling warmth
at me
and anyone
quiet enough to stop
and watch.


© 2013
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
The Wanderer
The tips flow slow, just like the hot chocolate maker when its three quarters full,
you gotta hang on when you let go.

The TV's blare the news and weather and I know them all by heart.

Any minute now I'll hear the sound of paper feeding up,
and know a server girl is here, who needs me to fill her cups.

So I come off the counter and use my famous gun,
I pour the soda's and water quickly, but there's no need to run.
She's off chatting about the men at games looking but not touching,
So I go about my business and bide my time until at last my shift is done.
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
John Douglass
just as we speak with words
we share our breath
we smile sparkles as one
we see infinity in our eyes
we feel intensity in our passions
we know comfort in our silences
we have touched what is ours

just as the noise of arousal
clouds our mental vision
the quiet of souls touching
brings clarity to our internal space
our movement together causes
us to brush against the wonder
of what we know as truth

in my deepest darkness you still make light
no cobwebs in my thought
no hesitation in my heart
my stride long as I step
toward what oft feels  like ruin
but never too painful to bear
i still reach for you
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
John Douglass
now
 Nov 2013 Tabitha
John Douglass
now
tonight the sun played its tune across the clouds,
orchestrating the music of light
dazzling the simple whites and grays
with dancing oranges, reds and magenta
to form the ways we see
the struggle of daytime
give way to the quiet night,
the subtle sparkle of stars,
the gentle glow of the moon.

I struggle with the release
of another day
to the world of past  days
where all things lived
sit in patient observation
of what they have brought about
how the future takes shape
and promptly becomes the past
this moment now
is the only reality.
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