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Steve Page Mar 1
I hear talk of Space Jesus:
A prince escaping a slaughter,
Surviving a journey through the desert,
Joining with the people
he came to save

- and then he rides giant worms....

I prefer the historical version,
the Christ Jesus.
Listening to reviews of Dune II
Cecil Miller Oct 2023
When I saw you alone,
I was standing alone.
I walked over alone.
I asked if you wanted
To be alone together.

Your body feels good lying next to mine,
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight.
Gee, your body feels good next to mine.
I wonder, wonder who's on your mind.

Did he leave you alone,
Or did you leave him alone
Like she left me alone?
I asked if you wanted
To be alone together.

Your body feels good lying next to mine,
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight.
Gee, your body feels good next to mine,
So warm and cozy this lonely night.

Do you think he's alone?
I don't think she's alone.
She doesn't care if I'm alone,
So I asked if you wanted
To be alone together.

The breeze moves the curtains.
It carries whispers like fingers
Across barely touching skin.
We don't care, and we won't care
Until we care again.

Your body feels good lying next to mine,
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight.
Gee, your body feels good next to mine.
I wonder, wonder who's on your mind.

Your body feels good lying next to mine
Though I know it's all I'll get tonight
Gee, your body feels good next to mine
So warm and cozy this lonely night.
Another set of lyrics I'm working on
Ken Pepiton Sep 2023
Chapters in dust, olden days don'ts
we done on a whim from a song I never hear, but I think
that song is one
of those lies people pretend is true.

It's the glue, I'll be there,
and love you,
until the twelfth of never and make you feel included,
like you were one of those then,
listening to the cities on the radio,

insisting we don't listen to country,
no KAAA, local gay DJ, easy rock,
no, gimme KOMA fi'ty thousand watts,

rockin' top forty across the plains,
skipped up the staked plain and looped
plumb straight down in a radio metric chaos function,

ley line like, on the most ancient trail we know,
to the navel of the world, it went from there to Chaco,

-- sing any eliyaheyliyah hai hai awatha, tonka go on
you know, it's a cricket solo, such a time, your song

in the dream, you flew, you know you did, and did not fall,
but landed lightly on your feet, not the least bit,
curios as to why now… my feet walked that extra mile,

my time stretched by about that amount, on many given days.
In the future, this is part of what comes tomorrow, and fits like it was made
to fit from the first intention to stir up some potent chaos... in time reflection
Joel Johny Aug 2023
With pen in hand, I conjure worlds unseen,
From thin air, I summon stories pristine,
In this extradimensional tapestry untold,
My creations emerge as a sight to behold.

Through writing, my creativity blooms,
An artist's haven where imagination looms,
Through ink and paper, I breathe life anew,
Giving birth to worlds, both old and true.

In shadows' embrace, my past remains,
A 26-year journey laced with stains,
From childhood's depths, where trauma seeped,
A shattered soul, its wounds still steeped.

Through poetry's lens, I'll paint my tale,
In words that pierce, where sorrows prevail,
With each verse, a cathartic release,
A glimpse into wounds that never cease.

Through metaphors, I'll navigate the pain,
Unravelling scars, like cracks in the pane,
Yet, through it all, a flicker of hope,
A flame that dances, a resilient scope.

Through poetry's embrace, I'll heal the scar,
Transforming anguish into art bizarre,
For in Hammerspace, I shall reside,
A wounded poet, finding solace inside.
Written an original poem after a long time. Lemme know what's your takeaway from this
They say it takes 21 days to make or break a habit.

So how come it only took me 1 date to fall for you,

3 weeks to love you,

4 words to to shatter my heart


And  21 months to stop wanting you back...

I thought you were my world,
My addiction,
My favourite habit

But no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to break the habit of missing you.

-c.m.
Cecil Miller Jul 2022
All the seconds that we've wasted
Looking at each other's faces,
Then one day we said, "Hello."
Never close the curtain on this show.

We made friends, then we made love.
We made war, you were above.
You said you were letting go.
You closed the curtain on this show.

The glistening in your corner eye
Becomes a tear that you cry.
I ask you why you have to go.
You close the curtain on this show.

Wall-to-wall the city beats
With hearts and footfalls on the streets.
I'm alone now, they all know.
You've closed the curtain on this show.

Like veins in arms, the avenues
Are winding anywhere, but you.
I wander with no place to go.
You've closed the curtain on this show.

Maybe someday I'll be seen,
Floating stillness in the stream.
Tangled in a bed of stone,
Having closed the curtain on this show.
This isn't about me
Mayah Seals Mar 2022
Exhaustion. Like a frieght train that rattles me to my core, as blistering as the tunnel it travels.
This wind whistles and chills my bones.
Who am I?
Elated and deflated. I shake and scorch the land with each footfall of a once great sun.
This fire now blazes and burns my veins.
Who am I?
A never ending search on the journey to who I wish to be.
Leaving petals in my wake. Most beautiful petals; with the most poisionous tears.
Who am I?
Peace and Tranquility. I seek it in and out as a drug to calm the raging storms behind my lost eyes.
Who am I?
Droplets and storms. Caressing my face and tending to the raging flames.
Their waves wash away the leaking poisons and catch the raging winds where gentle rivers float my spirit away.
Until one day I land upon
Who I am.
Beautiful cleansing rains
Caage Gaber Feb 2022
I lived through my mistakes
I lived through the stress
I lived through the aches
I lived for success

I lived in moments of joy
I lived in optimism
I lived innocent yet coy
I lived through criticism

I lived and showed love
I lived and showed fear
I lived in belief of above
I lived a life unclear

I died because I was tired of all that came with living
I’m not dead nor suicidal. This poem was just a random passing thought. I want you to read it and think. It’s not for me it’s for you. Thank you, Ayesha for inspiring me to write a little more again.
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