Roopali 9h
"Please don't be so kind-",
In August I used to say,
"You'll spoil me wild",
Oh look, it's already May.
"All humans behave the same; selfishly",
I told you that's what I thought.
But for you, sheepishly,
Several angels on my shoulder I fought.

Now you know me well,
And you seem quite bored.
You are compelled,
To look at the next best name on the board.
I am forced to ponder
Are you bluffing now, man?
My thoughts wander,
Looks like your concern was only a sham.

Is being warm to people not a nice thing to do?
For me, you have been such a bummer.
Perhaps like everyone else and you,
My selflessness should have been slimmer.
While this royally consumes me from within,
Now I am convinced that my kindness is a sin.
"No one is too busy in this world. It is all about priorities."
Sometimes we slip down someone's list of them.
Lipstick kiss.


The absurdity of youth will forever shine through.
From Dada to Gaga;
What is truth?


Find your own reason to find what you need.
I find myself in a manic street,
Preacher state of mind and nobody notices me.


My silent voice tells everyone that I have said enough.
My silent protest against your wars,
That have never been just.
A cannonball rolls down a hall
And breaks my heart again.
A rocket ship with endless fuel has never entered space.


With wooden hats, we offer no protection,
Against your winter, sun or rain.
I have no idea what inventive means to me.
It means to question me and ask me what this temple means to me.


I believe in your forever more,
But not today; my picture store,
Is too expensive to ever be sold out.
The words obscure, the world sideways,
A lipstick kiss replaces my mouth.


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as sexists or rapists or users
is the opposite of woke enlightenment.
The poet’s job is not to censor
his experiences or his madness
for sanitized comforts.
The poet’s truth is his gift
of insight, a naked wisdom
of hard love and difficult choices.
Narrow fools so often absorb
this sweat and blood poured onto the page.
After their souls are satisfied,
that’s when the fools unsheath
the long sword of ignorance
and thrust the blade square
in the poet’s back.
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The Dufus Oompaloompa in Chief
Is nothing but a high-level thief.
He constantly lies and all he tries
Is a rich man’s version of relief.
He’s another rich guy on welfare.
He uses every dirty trick he can use
You see his crooked face everywhere;
He keeps his ugly mug in the news.

His morality is virtually nonexistent
He’s never been a commendable fellow.
And because he is truth-resistant
He’s a braggart, a liar and he’s yellow.
His life has been a study in selfishness,
He’s been a playboy, a predator and crook.
His biography is an unreal literary mess.
As he has never liked going by the book.

Listening to him speak you can see
He is lying with almost every word.
He can’t interact with anyone honestly
You can’t believe a single word you heard.
Inside his head must be something like
A painting by Bosch or Salvatore Dali
Even if his head ends up on a pike
He’ll still be as bright as a collie!
robert May 14
White sneakers and t-shirts
With the dumbest prints
An Hawaii shirt on occasion
Joyful tales; a fool I make
So broken it looks like art
This high life is my lie life
Pink skin (but veins so black)
Like sugar so sweet
This Valium blues.
Short poem about the outside and the surface
Darcy May 13
When I was a fool
I gave out my love freely
Like seeds thrown to pigeons
On oil slick streets.

When I was a fool
My love grew uncontrollably
Like wildflowers, untamed
Beneath a scorching sun.

When I was a fool
I fought head first
Nosebleeds staining
Porcelain skin,
Fists colliding with gnashing teeth
I tried so hard
And
He said I was
"Too much."

When I was a fool
I took scissors
And carefully cut across
The dotted lines
And handed out pieces of myself
To those who were not whole themselves
And I felt my ribs crack
When they walked away
And did not look back.

When I was a fool
I let boys plant seeds in my chest
I watered them with passion
And they grew
And now I cannot breathe
Or remember what I was like
Before him

When I was a fool
I let him put me
At the bottom of the ocean
And I believed him
When he said
I could thrive in the dark
("I'll help you, we'll get
Through this together.")
And he left me down there
To rot
But I learned to live without the sun
And my teeth grew sharp
And I am
Smarter now.
sara May 9
Never had to lift a finger,
your hands lay in your lap;
occasionally strummed on an old guitar.
It was easy for you like that.

Whilst I ran rings around you
'til I got dizzy and sick,
gave every word up in mind until
I had no mind left to think.

It's not as if you asked me to.
You barely said a word.
Sometimes I'd speak,
sometimes I'd sing; never too sure if you'd heard?

I loved til I was black and blue
without much right or reason to.
I loved you soft like morning dew.
You'll fool me once but never two.
time flies
Maybe I was just supposed to meet you
The -ship we have
I forced upon us
Upon you

When I step away
You remain still
When I stop
You fade away

This was me this whole time?
That doesn't matter now!
It is early, still...

Magicians are:
Rulers of destiny Masters of will
Their fate is theirs to determine
through their own power

Magicians are never in love

Love obeys no command
Love is stronger than...
Love is more important than one could ever be
Love hates magicians


© Christopher F. Brown 2018
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