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Nat Lipstadt Oct 2015
be ever gentle to thy words
treat them, your tools, well,
cleansing and protecting,
wrapping them in cloths of chamois and moleskin
that they may be well conditioned and
pour forth with a temperament clear and viscous,
reflecting their high honors and a noble lineage,
they are well-intentioned to exist far longer
than your meager temporal life,
upon this ever hasty, ever perpetual, orbit

give them all respect, their fair due,
they are treasure immeasurable,
for which you have been granted guardianship,
custody received from others to be gifted onwards,
yours, but for the duration

so oft we trifle words,
expel them from the country of our body,
without passport and earnestness,
as if they were the cheapest of footnote filler,
day tourists, to be treated as leavings,
refuse for daily discardation,
barely noting their fast comings and faster disappearance,
but leaving not, a mark of distinction

more truffle than trifle,
find them in the dark forest of your life,
use them sparingly, just for soaring,
take them from the roots of your trees,
shave them with a paring knife,
counts them in bites and measure them in grams,
even in grains,
for words are the seasoning of our lives,
agent provacateurs that can modify the moment,
bringing out to the fore
the flavor of the underlying

speak them slow and distinct,
for they arrive slow to you,
a trickling of refugees for your sheltering,
harbor them as full companions,
protected by natural law,
provision them well,
prepared and ever ready for a quick departure,
moor them at the embarcadero,
for the next restless leg of endlessness,
which they themselves will inform you
will last longer than eternity,
long after there are no humans to speak them
Oct. 6, 2015
4:30am
Manhattan Island
Be whatever you want to be, as long as your heart beats to the tune of love !

Hussein Dekmak

Copyright
hell is not hot enough
nor the abyss deep enough
to hide the ugliness of my sin -

so vast, so cruel, so sinister:
by my hand, I bring torment;
by my words, I scramble to justify:

"I- I am sorry,"
"I wish I hadn't,"
"I never meant this."

If it were true you would have never fucking done it,
yet here we are,
again,
as always,
in wreckage,
you selfish, horrible little boy.
My new addiction
is to write good poetry;
ignoring day job
Big and full
and so lonely.
I want to break this circle
return to play
and the way things were
at the beginning
of my new birth.
Craving and empty
words come out of my mouth.
The beauty sits in my womb
or at the bottom of my stomach.
I'm beginning to think
its only tangible form is in my writing.
For it isn't in the relationships I share.
They are not there.
This feels to me like a first page type of poem.
Drink
          
             Water  

                         Be

                                Steadfast

                                                   Grow
assimilate consume be faithful true true-hearted devoted increase and multiply
Pao Sep 9
Life is too precious
For us to keep chasing after ghosts
Ghosts that haze our vision
And stops us from realizing the beauty of breathing
The beauty of seeing and believing
The beauty of loving and smiling

Life is too precious
For us to keep chasing our own past in circles
Never ending pain
Never ending cries

Life is too precious
For us to keep letting anger prevail
Prevail before our happiness,
Our stillness

Life is too precious
For us to not be what we want to be
Let’s rejoice to the hum of our optimism
Let’s rejoice to the shriek of our rapture
liv Sep 9
you’ll never know
probably ever
the impact you have on a strangers life
by simply being kind
you may keep them alive
so even on your worst days
be a nice person
because even if you want to die
you may save someone’s life
credit to my amazing gf for this advice
A Sad Alex Sep 7
can not be found in the flesh
For as warm it may be
As soft to your fingers it is
It will lay soft and cold eventually

can not be found in gold
Yes, it never loses its luster
But many coins you need to muster
And no number will fill the gap in your soul

can not be found in others
For the laughs may distract
The facade will crack
And still you will be empty inside

ilusive as it may be
It follows you around
It never left
For within you she rest
Waiting to be awoken
And while the rest might feel great
They serve as nothing but crutches
On your own you must stand
If you are to revel
On the pleasures life offers...

To improve one self
To look on path troded
It´s essence

To know there is more
With hunger jump forth
It´s rushes

To balance the mind
With the desire of the heart
It´s key

And once held in hand
You will understand
That happiness flies like a bird
But behind she left
Tranquility
And the knowledge
That you can get it again...
Gemma Davies Sep 6
It's nice to be with friends,
And spend time with family.
But sometimes I like to be alone,
Just solely be with me.
I get to think things through,
And clear out my mind.
Take some time to be me,
And just try and unwind.
So don't feel bad or guilty,
When you want to be alone.
Everyone needs a little time,
To just be on their own.
My poem was lovingly made into a 'Me to You Bear' video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m-D_4hYBU6I
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