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Ira Desmond Sep 26
two-sided things,
not monovalent states of being.

The second half of guilt is blame,
and anger’s naked backside, shame.

Embarrassment reveals defiance
while hope decays to troubled silence.

Sadness bleeds from pure elation,
sorrow’s core is resignation,

and love conceals a womb of grief
(though grief may someday bear relief).

Our hearts, with time, are torn asunder,
but mended, hold more space for wonder.

I wish I might’ve known before
the years lay shattered on the floor.

I wish I would've told you so,
but oceans ebb and rivers flow.

I wish I could've shown us how—
for that was this, and then is now.
can I handle the season of older,
took my~love, and took it down,
till the hymnodist laughed,
do not forget,
she shrieked,
old and gold are symmetrically synchronized,
synced, not sink!

what you want to think, is always,
never what you
true believe,
as long as you breathe,
a miner for hearts of love you are,
start in the capillaries, onto the arteries, and deep into the
pumping machine,
which calls out in indignation,
you human, are mine,
and as long as you mine,
for the cup that-is-not-illusory,
always and eternal, l think not,
for you have already tasted love's holy water,
leaving you, leaving you with an undying thirst,
for more,
the gold apogee on our elliptical trajectory,
where the she~sharing-oxygen once displaced
in a race
to be supplanted,
but that must be won,

when/where  the golden aura supplants
the necessities,
and the liquid gold will
replace, re-p-aces your almost now used up blood,
endlessly re~circulating,
subject to the  the critical cortical critique of
insufficient,
no más, for never enough,

gold and love,
like sync and swim
together  in time,
in rhyme,
how could you not know
this absolute
is a
scientific fact?
Andre F Jul 24
ticked generations
gamely pencil me
into sun
carbonized flecks
of minute hours.

years,
peel perceptions,
light night
gloomy day
save me, if you can,

more time
to end my crab scuttle
in this sour mash sea.
ended like
the rest of them,
free.
CE Uptain Jul 22
I’m crazy, going out of my mind
Torn between what lies ahead
And what lies behind
Years and years, what do they mean
Lights and shadows is what I’ve seen
Crazy that’s how I feel
Out of my mind to keep it real
Yesterdays before tomorrow
Today is only time I’ve borrowed




2/12/21
From one of my more crazy times in life. I'm over it now. LOL
Ken Pepiton Jul 23
Having only one will, my own,
under my contrary efforting control

- ready, eh, willing, able
- to relate reported anomolous
- activity associating abnormality
- right as opposed to wrong,
- straight up… on center, set

my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, please

-- ashes, ashes, we all fall down,
laughing like innocents of death,
unafraid of ancient plagues--

easy laughing, nothing missing,
nothing broken, selah, shalom

my will leaves me be at ease,
comforted on purpose, pleased

from living, progressed toward
certain acceptedness, believed
for us all, we who happened
to learn to discern may or per
haps, events
in ality, re- or uni-
versal,
always
sung
whole so, still holy
version, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
whole so, still holy
versus, pace, mentally occupied
minding my own business, mine,
in deed,
confident
of original innocent plea
as a man in final hours, in fact,
actually passing at standard speed,
of mind many magnitudes faster
than everyday star generated light, in
constancy, professed impressively, as
E= Mass, that material gravity loves,
all massively evident according
to some theory squared away
in which all we may think or ask
is sorted and shaped, actually
into all that now is mortally
stable, set, fixed on course,
in balance and relevant
of course to us, as we

are in the whole of it.

We took the time at face value.
Spent it on an extra minute added after it was too late
In a mood, recollecting times I heard the same music, in a different century.
It'd seem won, once heard from first inspiration
Life is here,
Then it's not,
One small portion of time,
It's all we've got.
You find things you like,
People too,
I found you.
No second chances,
No time to make up lost dances,
Or even a simple second,
To appreciate what you have.
I blinked,
Then October turned to spring,
Easter flowers came just in time this year,
I can only give them 86 more chances,
To reappear.
It's not enough
Carol DeWald Apr 22
Apart
Blaming
Conditional.
Defined by
Expectations
Fears
Grades.
Heavily moving
Into dark.
Joined by anxiety
Keeping it all in.
Longing.
Mad mix of feelings
Never far away.
Only living to please
Pursuing ways to disappear.
Questioning the established.
Repeating behavior.
Secrets.
Temptress
Underneath the mask.
Victimized.
Willingly responsible.
eXit from religion.
Yearning to be special.
Zero confidence.

cbd03/28/25
Elaine C Apr 14
seventeen

im ******* bored
blasting hyperpop in my ears
screaming in fields and
writing on walls

sixteen

today
and yesterday
every day
all the same

fifteen

wheres my ******* break?
i spend time, i earn it back
some things cost a lot of time
some things, not so much

fourteen
thirteen
twelve
eleven
ten
nine
eight
seven
six
fi­ve
four
three
two
one

and im back awake again
the time flies like planes
how did i get here?
i don't know, but im here to stay
time is the only thing no one has enough of
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