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Josh Overson Feb 19
Can we just start!
Into blue all fall apart
Liking the same, I never could part
Why must I face what the Lord never can heart
Pain without love she stands afraid
Broken making me more insane.
I fight without peace because there is nothing at rest..
Inside my heart set my chest take away personality at best with him they stay,
And only to hold for dear life lest I pray
From my soul you’ve made whole
They’ll never meet my goals.

I’d rather never be seen to this I do swear
Lord forgive what I do, for I cannot bear.
Just angry.
No self control.
Change me.  
If you dare.
A thousand wishes of mine
were left estranged,
A thousand wishes of mine
were never entertained.
Some by others,
Some by me,
They still remain unattained.
There were times I had in me a fire,
To fulfill any desire
but now I'm just torn
and at times remain forlorn.
The wish was made by the child in me
which the adult me could not fulfill.
Oh how I wish I could be
like the child, who dared to dream
And at least try
to erase the line
That limited these
Thousand wishes of mine.
Ken Pepiton Jan 26
So any voice gets a voice.
I can say any thing I think
good to say if you were
pulling the loose thread there that was an amazing
strung along, strung out from the spider wombedman,
riding me like a demon,
as old story tellers told, to the boys, while the
bleedin' old wives was twistin' tales
t'helenback and then t'texas

where we settled, to hear this old  boy finish the first
of our last times tales, one a month in 2021.

We pickup next day, where ever is in an after all before
state, and we wait for an I to muster a messenger
with enough hope, preloaded, to sweep
destructive motion into a vacuum
unimaginable in ever,
Daily sufficiency of evil, in its original roll, mark
the tipping point, each day,

rationed with mercy and all sorts of bread,
we stretch our old bones and imagine
the best yet yet, wait…

the joke being what is very stupid.
We have five days to make this

-- did we do some dissociative syndrome autism rating test?
The entire
is weird. Is this as life is, or was it never otherwise,
and you alone survived to know. Words live, we feel
die that hoped to live and we know we live now in A.I.
spiders have loved my idea since
Turing needed to be cool-ized, for the von Neuman mod
on the actual Univac Hello World file, Life is good.

Knowledge is power.
Learn to live in a world where war is only virtually possible,
thus sanity is restored
the horded wealth is loosed as money love turns bitter
after all the evil,
is sufficient, never too much for any body paying actual
truth acknowledging attention

see. We do a day at a time, and we can rhyme, but not as arule.
Who knows, fun to write, mebbe fun to read.
Zadkiel Dec 2020
I can't help but vent
on how this week went
For the school board dared
Give us all Stress that ensnared

From our hopes of having free time
To our hopes of being able to flip a dime

But worry not, for I have not prepared
So I have dared;
but alas, to no avail
So I will continue trying to unveil

On why the school is so merciless
To those who don't know patience
And to those who are worthless
Hear my inexperience

I am scared, nervous,
despaired, and ambitious

For I will dare once again
To this week of drain
Ken Pepiton Nov 2020
Miser, misery, miserable, promise me
give me compromise…

Wait. Eject, reject, object, subject throw
down an up idea

expect inspection, look up the mean
assure me we are as expected,
the promised ones,
the next to be,
after ever changed permanently to now.

Who cares if fit and right are equivalent?
Who sets equivalency?
What is prevalent,
val-ient or value-able?

The winner is the living thing,
no lie is formed from truth as we know,
you know,
you learned as taught, but
then you lived
past all that.

Now, what is truth, asks Pilate, in a thought

Save me a sunset.
Share it with the maddened crowd.
Offer them a chance to see
the salience.

Sally forth, through the fallen wall,
see into the womb and find
punctum saliens.

Leap then,
into life, as we assume a role
of actor acting on
common ground,
solid base,
pedestal of promise.

This is the mission, let go, gone
to and fro, upon the face
of the earth, whose
countenance has moods for my modes
of seeing.

Put on your winter eyes.
Remember, re join, re
call the warmth and light,
greet visitors with fruits from the fall.

Hey, whaddaya know?

My daddy had a seed, he planted it,
last winter.
As the world turned and leaned the other way,
that seed sent forth a tight-twisted up-swirling
augur spinning into sunshine at veggie-speed.

Faster than geo-speed, by a full fractal measure,
in time and space distance at light's average speed
--- time is the mortal problem liars deny,
either thought is the fastest speed or we
are lost.
Either we imagine better, or we never could have,

any way.
At this point, I say to myself, am I wrong, no,
I ask the mind around me,
am I not you,

are you wrong?

Ever, and a day.
That is the sentence, verbless
bless m'soul,

I lived this long, with you.
Since time was before now, and we
know not, but
time is moving on without us, leaving us to wait,
suffer it to be,
so sufficiency is always seen enough, no
need for more,
no wish wish wish it was that other wise
way, makes it so, sufficient to the day,
to the hour, to the instant, is
the evil… is evil all it is made up to be,
or made out to be?

Making up and making out, making
differences of opinions;
kids do stuff like that.

Old men watch and see themselves grown
through the past,
passed by and by
the grace for grace, got on the way
well, tho' less, travelled by,

path or trail or track, way
where there was no way,

this is that,
at the moment,
this is life, I read, you write, we meet in this middle
of words, and words, and words and we inform
an I,
to imagine what we think we see, ifity
apt to teach, reach ing
the edge of knowing, think how such things
may be
immeasurable, and we may imagine that and speak
as if we agree,
some things are so. Bigger than we can imagine,
I read HP for an hour and it stretched my imaginary reality.
Sometimes in fields aside long dark highways
Often times in abandoned hills with unkept grass overgrown
We passed the bowl of demons amongst ourselves
And held them high before reaching our mouths
And said curse be the day, let it always be night!
We weren't witches
We weren't gouls
Just average kids
Breaking all the rules
Sydney Oct 2020
It all started out with a
d a r e

With the king's
h e i r

Who said
The monster would
s n a r e

I wanted to prove him
w r o n g

So I sang the luring
s o n g

And banged on the
g o n g

"I proved you
w r o n g"

But then came a big
c r e a t u r e

Who was such a
e a t e r

Snapped the prince in his
j a w s

And went on, without a
p a u s e

So that is
w h y

Despite my
c r y

I'm in jail
t o n i g h t
Sydney ©2020
Naveen Malhotra Oct 2020
He was dangerous
He lived in his lair
He pounced upon
Who dared
He made lives miserable
Factious, fractious
Animal of concrete jungle
He was dangerous
He thought
No one could dare
Enter his lair
One day my dog
Fetched him out
He was brought
On the ledge
From a height
He was dropped
Like a hat on the head
Fractured his two legs
He forgot the lair he lived
Once for all
He disappeared
Beware of dogs!
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