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Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
sent out a plea not long ago
for "sorts" that I might borrow
I find myself all out again
but I know just who to blame

and where they must reside
- those enigmatic sorts -

asked for just a trim of hair
she cut it way too short
I don't understand why it seems they never seem to listen - or really look when you take a *picture* - you'd think they'd go the other direction so you'd have to come back sooner!
trf Nov 2017
there's something humbling,
about the way i feel,
when a darker figure,
around me appears.
this testimony,
won't quench like a meal,
and these sirens
surely won't make it real.

   i'm enlightened,
   but still can't comprehend,
   all of this violence,
   between man's so called friends,
   don't confide in us,
   we cannot understand,
   that there's no difference,
   between two humans.

   you see i did it,
   although an accident,
   was born with it,
   used the words us and them,
   i won't forget it,
   we're not yet blendin' in,
until we all die, we must pay the rent.

ya see these shrimp were exhausting all their energy,
swimmin' in caves as dark as our synergy,
dying off,
they couldn't help their friends,
cause they had to deal with all the elements.

there's a cost to existing in a cave,
can't attest to the cost of living like a slave,
my own boss, i'm eluding to the trends,
     don't need no more widows of veterans.

until we use all our five SENSES,
and cross out all our hate,
exude all of our energy,
especially as of late.

we are doomed for a century,
we reside in this cave,
you cannot hide your emotions,
they will not compensate,
for all this pride you deserve,
you can't help but feel it,
until we find a remedy,
we'll be unnerved, no sealant.
"these micro-miracles of evolution,
live in the black depths of a river here,
in a sunless cave in Madagascar."
Kurt Schneider Oct 2015
You walk through my mind
Like a beacon in the night
Like a driving stinging rain
Like the sound of a rescue plane
Like a lost single word
Like the constant autumn brook
You run through my mind
So fast and so far
Like a falling star.
So bright
too short
So long.

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