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Nebek Wormer Feb 2016
ever find it funny how how how how it all just goes on
no matter what
people say this, people say that
doomsday around the corner
at the drop of a hat
but the next day always comes
bright n early and on time
when will the day come?
''''''
words breaking
bodies shaking
beautiful thunder
ringing, reverberating throughout vessels
ethereal, physical, inanimate
cars rocking steady
beds creaking
echoes of soundwaves vibrating
Precipitation
always been waiting
for such a moment
touch of flesh potent
been waiting for this moment
is it everything wanted?
''''''
fading
swaying
breaking
subtly
noticed
when walking boldest
incomprehensible to consciousness
but deep within ancestral blood
subconscious behavior
''''
eyelids paint black
out like a match
burnt from decay
feelings never want to stay
stand still, yet sway
falling off on a decay
dry whippin with no delay
but with a fade, deep down, once locked in cage
where answers lay
within;without
look around
peepin corners
under curtains
eyes looking
something cooking
brooth for thought
keys to mind identified
moving on with presence of now
move like crow bringing woe to everyone around
feel positivity under negative dualistic attributes
working towards retribution
ever so steadily, but with swift foot guile
familiarity with these tiles shifting and forming, morphing into something new, always and forever nothing I pretend, but something ego cant depend.
~~~~~~
Pilot
lighting away
lightning distant, not far away
close like word on street
but stuck in suburbia
trapped in isolation
land molested by white devil hands
rooted deep in the finest grains of sand
in ancient lands
Looking outside of the glass,
reflections of past, a future smudged, but faintly visible
Outside of the glass is the infinite moment of now,
somehow,
untouched by human hands,
something only observed outside of observance
energy in abundance pouring out of fountains in mountains o brooth
no one believes, but its a truth
partial to the bigger picture
is a caption really necessary?
''''''
on and on and on and on and on
it goes ever so
built oppression
neglected expression
stuck on false thoughts and feelings
redirecting sails into new lands
a new perspective
new flesh
~~~~~
Evil consciousness
Suzerian possession takes sway,
stage the show
(haiku)
nevergone,alwayshere,neverclear,steadysteer,destinationsneverclear,itisalwayshere,
Account is collecting webs
but never neglected.
This posting is a collaboration
of sudden inspiration
Cup Noodles Jan 2016
H3
Why must the leaves fall
When one is old and shallow
The wind takes it's course
Styles Jan 2016
I wasted
wasting time, and
reality keeps playing
games with my mind
extra happy
that I'm extra high off life
I'm just taking my time
enjoying the fresh air
thoughts exploring my mind
jennee Jan 2016
buildings will crumble
like our bones wrapped in flesh and skin,
nothing is ever permanent
not even the bodies we try to keep sacred
the bloodstreams and rivers will run dry
while the sun loses touch
and our eyes may lose their sight
everything will feel departing like fragile infants,
crawling through rotting dust
we will seek for guidance when our vision leads us astray,
when our hands mold into the forgotten ground

n.j.
m i a Jan 2016
why do i always fall for the
pretty boys
pretty boys
who always treat me like
little toys
little toys
why can't i fall for the
good guys
good guys
who can actually see the sadness
in my eyes
in my eyes
this kind of a song, hope you enjoy it. <3
Styles Jan 2016
listen to me
hear my voice
listen to the words
like you have no choice
let me ****** your mind with my thoughts
until you are mine
Styles Jan 2016
When I saw you standing there
I wanted to pull you near
let the music play as we dance along
our bodies moving to the song
sexing with our clothes on
can't wait to get you home
your body all over my body,
all alone in the zone
start off on the sofa
running our hands all ova
turning you on to bring you closer
then take you there
until you finish, but
it ain't over,
IsReaL E Summers Jan 2016
I wonder,
My worth.
Free flying
In-verse
Never rehearsed
These poems
Just blurt, out
And about,
Bouncing
From cloud
To cloud
Enlightened
To conquer doubt
A forceful shout,
Can end a drought
Where water lives
Offerer of the gifts
Controls our
Metrons width
Now, You
Have entered in
Welcome! ^-^ Good to see you again!
K Balachandran Jan 2016
From the green hill, blows downwards
a wind, gently titillating the languid trees
of this dense forest,the rustling of the leaves create,
an impromptu tune, proving they are taut strings,
yielding willingly to the sensual fingers of the wind.

Super moon,while raising, listens keenly awhile
as if she had never heard one like this before.
The wise silver owl, sitting on the high branch
keeping account  of every stroke of night,with an imaginary wand,
as the conductor, catches the emerging mood that seethes
within the million pieces of orchestra that gently merge,
get exhilarated, finds a pause to punctuate it with a timely hoot,
the moment freezes, falls in to the repository of time for keeps.
MdAsadullah Jan 2016
Unconstrained, Free flowing stream.
Glitters and glimmers with sunbeam.
With obstruction, blockage and dam;
How long its itinerary can they jam.

It cannot be subdued for much long.
With time it will become very strong.
One day all barriers it will surely blow.
Then the world will see its mighty flow.
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