Jack Coke and Keuorac limbo in
cobblestone tycoon; raining now, summer
in December—remember when on balcony,
a storm cloud rolling in
you with a rolled
breathed in cigarette between
mouth teeth and me sitting back
against the green guard back
against the storm but it
was silent then, when we sat
and much too loud down the
street and across through
the storm.

In a room outdoors sitting above
an indian couple’s living room
just enough room to sit and talk
and sit and smoke things
were where they were put
and put where they should
be—you and me between
a loud street and a storm
that never ended up
reaching England’s shore

Remembering limbo in
cobblestone tycoon something
somewhere was how it
was supposed to be
somehow remembering
now full moon above
Dorthy’s English skyline
lying just amply across
your shoulders so closely
across the table from where
I first saw it.

Peatnic poets rest in beat

it’s like i’m trapped inside of an oyster
hidden away from the world;
except i am not a precious pearl
waiting to be found

By Arcassin Burnham

Brainwashed over time to not believe the theories,
Talking , why you speak to Siri?
For all your problems , you get weary,
I let God sort it out,
Hasn't come down from the throne,
His presence was there since birth,
But I hope he desends his physical on Earth,
So the lust and the evils will disappear,
No longer embezzling death and fear,
Do your research on everything and you'll be fine
In a world this crooked dear,
And they say,
"People take care of their phones like pets instead of really taking of themselves",
And that's why the parents nowadays need professional help,
And counseling for the love ones they lost to text messages and tweets,
Did the tax dollars really just move on their own and grew feet,
Man the devils busy just like God has funny ways​ of miracles,
Rope is tight for black people that America provoked,
Staging wars for other countries trying to kill us , Trump that's you?
The end is near , and they are gonna sensor this by the time that I get this through.

©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/06/wicked-witches-30-days-til-july-saga.html

The sun struck his sleeping guise
Making his features glow
Gentle smile spreads on your face
With a hint of question how
Him being a desire in the past
The same him in your arms now

As the sun struck your sleeping face
How waking makes you chest ache
For in your dreams he's still yours
But in reality all he left you—heartache.

In between the past that are being yesterdays 

and the future that carries the burden of hope,

I sewed the truth of present.

I knew earlier that this would happen.

The dreariness realised during the day.

The restlessness realised during the night. 

Unexplainable! You filled the cosmos.

Even if there are many colours,

for my fiery love, 

for my revolutionary vigour and

for the blood I scattered,

you gave red gulmohars.

And in the glimpse of that memory, I live.

For my uncharted wanderings, 

there is no beginning and end without you.

In the parade of failures; I, me, myself being the truth, 

I’m once again searching for the enigma that you are.

nim 9h

Back in my old days, I wrote to myself
A daily reminder, to use every day,
Not to forget the things
I thought were important back then.

"Feed your pets,
  Do your bed.
  Do not feed your school regrets.
  Ignore the roses' red,
  Keep your head in clouds, silver-gray,
  Everything I need is right here.
  Every day, now in May,
  You are your own seer."

That is how I see it now,
Material and shallow
Important was none of it, for it
Did not mention

                     A mother's hug
                     To love and cherish
                     One and another
                     To forgive and forget
                     To appreciate things
...I didn't know would disappear.

This song is about a girl who looks at her past, back when she did not appreciate what she had.
Sanny 10h
4am

How alive I feel.
There's only me.

Me,
watching the stars as the moonlight guides my way.
Everything is quiet, all I hear is my own footsteps.

I feel free,
no one knows where I am or where I'm going.
In the daylight I'm lost, but at night I'm home.

I'm absorbed by the dark,
but I know where to go,
I know who I am.

This is where I belong.
How alive I feel when I'm alone in the world.

She's been looking for love
In all of the wrong places
Dancing in the club
Making out under the stars
She likes a guy who's a little bad
But when things get rough
She gets sad
And now she's mad at herself
Because she knew better
Then to trust a guy with a bad side

These two souls
weren't meant to collide
These two souls
were in the wrong place
At the wrong time
He's her biggest regret
She holds up her head
And says

I'm only human
I make mistakes
At least I'll learn
From the ones I make
Sometimes I'll get lost
But I'll find my way
I'll find my true love
At the right place
At the right time
One day

She's sitting on a park bench
Leaves fall from the trees
She loves that autumn breeze
She's staring at clouds
Making out shapes
Pondering life
and the way she's changed
Since her troublesome teen days
And she remembers back
To the promise she made
After the wrong decisions, she made
These two souls
weren't meant to collide

These two souls
were in the wrong place
At the wrong time
He's her biggest regret
She holds up her head
And says

I'm only human
I make mistakes
At least I'll learn
From the ones I make
Sometimes I'll get lost
But I'll find my way
I'll find my true love
At the right place
At the right time
One day

She's been sitting on the train
On the way to catch a plane
She feels the need to get away
She's still looking for love
Yeah she's been searching for the one
She's tired of lonely nights
She's ready to find Mr right
Just someone who is nice
She doesn't want another
Memory filled with misery
She just want to feel that
Heart beating to a melody
One last time but this time
For the rest of her life

These two souls
weren't meant to collide
These two souls
were in the wrong place
At the wrong time
He's her biggest regret
She holds up her head
And says

I'm only human
I make mistakes
At least I'll learn
From the ones I make
Sometimes I'll get lost
But I'll find my way
I'll find my true love
At the right place
At the right time
One day

©2017 Written By Benji James

What is it to read and not understand

What is it to be related
and
yet not understood

What is to understand
As narrated
And not misinterpreted

That's pure bliss

Life
What is it to understand
Yet not able to take a
stand
That's the story of Life
Not Interpreted
As Narrated

what i once thought
is life serves best,
those who come first

and life taught me,
you may be first
and still be hurt

for once i picked
your lock to see,
i cannot be

—your loving key.

First Love.
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