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Max May 2019
Het leven is onbewezen
Niemand voelt het aan
We weten het, maar wanneer zal jij gaan
Het leven is onbewezen

De bevraging van ons bestaan
Leven we door, als onze taak is gedaan?
Of sluit ons lichaam en zullen we vergaan?
Het leven is onbewezen.
Moest wat schrijven, dus deed ik dat.
Duke Thompson Mar 2015
eyes closed the city bus rocking you
to sleep like a baby boy
tho late afternoon sun
shines thru clear blue
ballads in my ears
i see yr heart and mine exposed
lilting and enlarged yet luminous
they pump us full
and it's not so
empty
or far away
Duke Thompson Oct 2014
i am the body at the center
the nut of the problem gnashing
i hate to write

my soul and heart and singular being
they were gummed up i tell him
like cholesterol in arteries
call it soul phlebitis explaining
have to stand on head meditation
to drain blood from leg
fill brain to align yr dharma

yr too caught in how others perceive you
tells he, jacket over shoulders
having found soul swagger
handsome pride brotherly love
yip o yab yum

higher than everest
she makes i am her mark
we kiss hard in loud booming bar
biting my lip til nearly ******
i squeeze breast when
you move my hands to where
they wanted to go anyway
you jump in arms
hug and sway

it's nice to see you
i yell between kisses
eating each other
small fervent little bites
and it is

and it pains
dull hurt, an ache
still deep down feels good
This is what it was like to be home
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
sleepless nights now filled instead with
hopeful tears no longer overcome by fear
I want to give you biggest bear hug o life
dear friend you are to me honestly honesty
between us means the utmost to me
it is okay to be who I am
it is okay to be you my darling, honey
who you are is why I love you dearly
yr. too ******* frustrating cute little you
for all our idiosyncrasies make us whole
we can make it thru don't have to
die or burn out or fade away
there is hope, we can go on
our future exists we're living it
Duke Thompson Aug 2014
I practice telling how you need to leave me in front of a mirror
Tired excuses for my own emptiness
Everyone just dies and goes away in the end
I cry
"All we're left is words, Words, WORDS"
Scrawled across the page illegibly in umpteen leather bound volumes
Typed neatly in Times New Roman across the glowing screen
Scratched on the ******* wall with those same scalpels
Biology labs, the excuse I didn't need to own such
Triggering tools

Love lust lies lost live life longing laceration
Cut your ties from me
Busy convincing myself you're a spy
Presently finding the nut of
My many  petty weaknesses
Throwing it all away again for a song and a bottle
Like Jack & Hemingway & Everyone I love
All dead anyway
Duke Thompson Jul 2014
"One fast move or I'm gone," I'd thought,
And lo here I am ready to cast everything to the wind like so many sails and
Off again go running, running away from me

— The End —