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KA Apr 2014
....starting slow
sinking feeling in my stomach.
losing air.
midweek and not a lot of gas.
need to start ...need to start the day.

love life, love love
love to breathe.
i need simple things today.

***, food , love, air.
Prabhu Iyer Apr 2014
There's this doll you know:
got delivered to my home today,
it's all part of a disturbing game
and I found a key in its mouth:
it starts by sending
what we lack  most in our lives.

Broken illumination
as the fan flits;

Two naked girls started it all:
except for bikini bottoms,
knitted in national flags,

waving down a truck
on a bridge across the Dnieper.

Roll over the tanks!
nobody wants war:

Except our masked friends,
my maidan hero
your naked Fascist,
self-defending Lebensraum?

Gas them, gas them,
coz, we don't want war.

Got some butterflies to catch;
Tryin' to catch them since
the good ol' hippie days.

It's them naked girls
that started it all:
Havana girls,
there's pipe loads of gas
that's at stake,
drill drill off Alaska, Palin!
Euromaidan revolutions are not about war, but about peace and self-determination :)
Lex Apr 2014
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have bad gas,
So I'll **** on you.
I just thought his poem was really meaningful and thoughtful and it seems like writing it was effortless, for him. I guess he's a natural.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
To feel like porcelain,
fragile and easy to break
is something I'm no stranger of

Now to feel like
stone,
solid and dense,
is something I know nothing of

But to feel like
oxygen,
impenetrable, flawless;
to be the air that fills your lungs
is all I aim to be
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.

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