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THINGKING AM LOST
DROWNED IN THE CORNER......



JUST LEFT-BEHIND
ALONE IN THE DARKESTSIDE....


NO ONE TO TURNED INTO~
MY GRIEF OF SILINCE AND LOST!


YET, HELLO POETRY AWAKES
TO TAKE MY SENSES AND BE FREE....


YOU ARE THIER MATE's
TO WAKKEN's ME UP AND FREE!


TO LET GO!
AND BE FREE AGAIN.
WAKES AND ALIVE
YOU ~
THINK YOUR ARE RICH ENOUHG
REACHING THE SKY


ME~
KNOWING STILL, DEEP THINGS INSIDE
REACHING THE STAR's.


AT THE END's OF THE DAY's
ARE WE, BOTH STILL THINKING A PART?


OR WE ~
NOT THE SAME SAME THINGS IN MINDS!
OF KNOWING OUR TIME!


IN THE SERVICE's OF FAITH,
AND FOR THE FILIPINO's PEOPLE's!


WE BOTH DIE ALONG THE WAY's
THUS, WE BOTH FIND THAT PART.....

OF WHO WE ARE?

A
SPACES BETWEEN US!
TABLE OF A GREAT CIRCLES!
Sarah Spencer Jan 2022
This place is a home.
There's a dining room table
I can do my homework on
and a kitchen I can burn down.
This place is still a home
Even though there's nobody
to come home to after a long day's work
or someone to sit and have dinner with.

No, this place will never be a home.

In this house everybody
looks at their phones
instead of their family.
In this house the kids
take their dinner upstairs.
In this house the parents
fight in the middle of the night.
No, this place will never be a home.
This place is just a house
that I just so happen to live in.
Goddess of USR Jun 2021
How did you Know?

How could you see the acrimony before it arrived at my doorstep?
Sir, who are you?
And can you dispatch your soul to my side...
What's that? I hear...You never left my side?
You stand in the shadows...but why? So that you know you are not alone...horseshoe bar...glass of wine in the sunshine...walks and talks and pure visibility...change your costume...so funny it's been a while since black and white...thank you for the music it always makes the difference...my soul DJ đź’‹you know where to put them...siempre and now more than ever...just haven't met you yet...
For CBM of Dublin final countdown
Colm Jan 2020
No youthful regrets beset
None of that stuff shines to last
I do not, will not
Look back through closed windows without seats of cushioned green, no
A neck is facing forward for a personal fast
And I for the hunger next of dawn
Will taste all that the future holds
Nothing
Will turn
Me back
Natural and just have been my failing feelings of the past. But they do not and will not dictate my future life.
(:
A beautiful creation
A powerful persuation
Underestimates nation
Build the foundation
In my heart navigation
Hey! You curly haired
The one let the coffee said
I'm warmer than her
Be careful!
Don't get burned sir!
John B Jul 2019
I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
Meh day at your whims
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands

The minstrels bello and promenade
Causing youths to parody
Meh day at your whims
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands

Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
Honest decades passed now we shall bare witness with joy
In A day meh paramour our party will show and you will know we have arrived at your call

I will burn it into meh mind
The energy of your shape across the horizon
And the heavens beyond
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands

Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
Honest decades passed now we shall bare witness with joy
In A day mah paramore our party will show and you will know we have arrived at your call

Flowing with nimbus a bird of pray scours midgaurd
Caught in torrents a mariner catches fleeting glimpses of midgaurd
Bird of prey stiring air the torrents becomes untenable

Inch toward shore and grasp it to understand it's only soil
With the potential of our end millenarian revelations come within our grasp
However faced with dread nightmares and the vastness of time

I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul

Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness

I'd act as your maypole
An utterance to stir your soul
Meh day at your whims
Say we have gone riding into the echos even throughout the lowlands
Within and surrounding the loch
Monoliths reach from the heavens and take root
A parcel yet afore we arrive to bare witness
Honest decades passed now we shall bare witness with joy
In A day meh paramour our party will show and you will know we have arrived at your call
Yes
sir humbug Apr 2019
not all **** videos are equal

one searches the index,
hopeful a screenshot
pinpricks the eye and the peculiar

peculiar need of the moment

like most things good and appreciated,
sifting through the chaff is a learned skill,
required but not intuitively sired,
not every new word in the dictionary
delights, insights, triggering a welcome!warning

the sifter’s handle fits the hand uncomfortably,
requiring egregious prodigious turnings,
till the flour is silky and manipulative, ready,
pleasure is work, luster need maintenance

you passover, skippering,
a search for the next and the next,
treasured island is constantly on the move,
it’s coordinates require GPS updating

rerouting rerouting rerouting

what does this reveal about you?

there are no simple single path pleasures,
the first bite delight is ultimately worn down,
recalled but not equally fully restored,
so we need, insistent for new thrill pathways
to get to the same old pleasured places

the body acts, the body’s acts, the body’s reacts

familiarity is a  museum collection,
everything human requires updating,
especially essentially by
the imagination’s perpetual swiping
9142019
Shiv Pratap Pal Mar 2019
***** Cat ***** Cat
Want to drink some Milk
Yes Sir, Yes Sir
Three Bowls Full

One for Myself
One for my Kitten
And one for my lazy sister
Who sleep for the day.
I am still a child
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