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Jason Apr 2021
Caution: Objects in poems are deeper than they appear.

The more shallow it looks, the deeper it is.

Please wear your life vest at all times,

And may we take this moment to highly recommend the buddy system?

We happen to have one available if you are unable to locate a buddy.  😊
Wild was the mass superiority,
Invincibility's cherished messy fraud.
Wrath coloured warning crimson wrote Justice.
People watched as Mercy perished.

Gin lady lowers her lips by the skin of Reedy Lake
Across and further inside
Wood to share
Silence of the creek
Life that hid and flourished
Grounds for the winding road.
Three hours wheeled
A stormy ride in the night.

The blindness of lightning strikes.
Close your eyes
For the flames of deeper under.
Blindness breaks in a spark on the pan.
Thunder shatters the sky.
There are so many experiences to observe without using your plain sight. I thought about this while taking a quick roadtrip up north in Queensland. I saw some of the aftermath of the bushfires. Burnt barks and leaves gone. Marooned soil off-road. People experienced a lot more than that.
Be careful boy,
behind those pretty blue eyes
is both hope and heart break,
that has eaten men alive.
The things that go on
in her head
are chaotic, yet beautiful.
I dare you
to look deeper,
because if you can handle her,
your life will never
be the same.
She will be your muse,
and your biggest critic.
She will be your little spoon,
and steal your shirts.
But most importantly,
she will show you
that not every love,
is the same.
IsReaL E Summers Nov 2014
Only God.
We think we know.
Drunk on the blood of fools
We like to show
But He who sits in the heavens
Playfully scoffs
And sends the enemy into derision.
Willfull vision
Not prison
I final inquisition
Not what or how but why
Eventually you will find
Water spills over me,
As softly and silently as a ****** kills.
Ne'er does he brag about his polished gun,
One forgets, he too has a pride and joy,
She is carrying his son.

He is called out, anything works,
She knows his funny mannerisms, his funny quirks,
Most are appalled by this death, destruction,

It's caused only by one quick call.
We remember the death counts,
More and more,
But don't forget,
She loves him after all.

— The End —