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 Jan 2017 T Thomas
Joshua Haines
Tonight is for peanut butter
and blue dreams,
soaked in ***** blasts.
I feel okay but my friends are
dead and it will always last.
Don't count on me
to care too much.
Don't care for me,
because you can't
count on me.

I've remembered the neon signs;
all the life I've left behind.
It's not easy being lost at twenty-three;
my bark is hard but I'm
a rotting tree.
 Sep 2016 T Thomas
marcos
Blue
 Sep 2016 T Thomas
marcos
You ever see someone or something so beautiful you just stare? Like when you catch the sunset shining through the branches at just the right angle? Or like the old tree with the initials of time-worn lovers? I think it's like when the waves crash against the rocks. When you stick your head out of the sunroof on the highway. When you can feel the color blue. You are blue. They are blue. You don't realize it but you know what blue feels like. Think about the colors. Focus. Think about your next move. But not too much. Don't focus on the way her lips curve and how they're the same color as good red wine. Don't focus on her eyes where you see stars. But the really pretty ones where if you stare for a while they start changing colors. Remember way back what you did last time. But don't repeat it. Follow the stars. Love is not a playlist that can be looped and shuffled. It can only go on. They have to be your favorite artist. A mixtape called "Blue". Where each song takes you to a wide open field where flowers bloom. To the theatre where you saw everything you wanted in star-crossed lovers. The sun sets and the trees can't help but let the light flow right through them. Be like the trees. Strong. But let it happen. Because maybe it's just the right angle for once.
 Jan 2016 T Thomas
Kobayashi Issa
Even with insects--
some can sing,
some can't.
Smitten, oh those ethereal glow
I wonder, where will you go?
Dances softly
Such mysterious beauty.
Swallowed, deep into the woods,
I followed.
Slowly by the minute your light faded.
My love remained,
such fleeting moment.
"Please come back", I murmured.
Lost, confused, emotions profused.
Save me from this sorrow,
I am dying in this burrow.
 Jan 2016 T Thomas
Ja
IF YOU THINK
 Jan 2016 T Thomas
Ja
If you think you can
You will
If you think you can’t
You won’t
If you think you ought
Then do
If you think you naught
Then don’t
WIZDUMBs BY JA 581
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