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Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

Stars

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

Nicole

Stars

So
                     they
   say nothing can compare to
      the delicacies that claim
         our sky. High above,
      far beyond our air, lights
    break the               darkness.

                        I
                    must
admit to their magnificence; truly
       breathtaking. Is it such
         a coincidence, that
    your presence has similar
effects                           on me?

                        I
                    watch
their genuine glow, and wish you
     were there beside me; to
         share in this wonder.
        To gain the experience
      of true                 sublimity.

                        I
                    know
that if you were really there with
       me, my gaze would fall.
          No longer focusing
      on the sky, but instead
     upon                     your all.

                      And
                    because
these moments don't last forever-
      I know I could watch these
        stars whenever. But it
      wouldn't be us, together-
    I would              take it all in.

                       An
                  amazing
experience it is; the feeling of being
      close, to the one thing I've
         found that surpasses
      the stars I've seen, in both
   amazement        and in beauty

My attempt to match the structure with the context. The wording was a little tricky because I had it written before I decided to shape it and then, when in the process of shaping, I needed to make a few adjustments.

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

Taste my own Truth

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

zoey glass

******* own Truth

I pull into my skin;
into the marrow of my bones.
Truth
is somewhere in the joints you know,
somewhere in the muscle tissue.
It's constructed in brain cells
and ovaries.
You can find it in nail clippings
and period blood.
My ****** is screaming the truth,
she's yelling at you
and your ridiculous bulls---.
Because i swallowed you.
I chewed on your skin;
I tasted your blood.
I've licked the inside of your cheek
and collected strands of your hair.
but I choked on your joints
and threw up your bones.
I tasted your lies
in the folds of your skin
and they're burning my throat.

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

Licking the Sky

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

zoey glass

Licking the Sky

I used to stick my tongue
out often,
pointed and flexed,
at the culprit. One time,
yours touched
mine, or mine
touched yours--
a pinprick of infection
spread up over
the soft pink bumps,
blooming onto my round
child's cheeks.

But I soon forgot
your tongue, its feel
or taste replaced
by the sand
paper rubbings
of the others
removing the layers
of polish I painted
my tongue pale blue

like my tilted bathtub,
like jake's eyes,
so it was, as if,
I really had
licked the sky.
Swallowing the plaster
of the cracked clouds
over my baby bed,
swallowing it
like rain that cures
the thirst of sailors
with only salt
water in their
blood. In my

blood
running marathons
from tongue
to toes, past tendons,
making blue
red again, making red
blue again. My heart
and lungs a patient
paint factory
with only two
primary colors.

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

randumb thoughts

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

Donny Edward Klein

randumb thoughts

Always there, Justin Tyme.  He's a good friend of mine.

This morning I went into the kitchen and yelled "you're toast!" and then I ate it.

A lovely response to a question:  "Does a bear **** in the woods?"
I reply, "What about polar bears???"

When people say, "Jesus is holy." Do you think he cringes?

My girlfriend told me that I had scruples. I suddenly became scared and made a doctor’s appointment for an STD check.

What did Ernie say when Bert asked to get ice cream? “Sure Bert.”

I find it interesting when people say,
"It's the quiet ones you have to "worry'' about.
I believe it's the ones who blend in you have to worry about.

"Awkward Silence" ??
What is so awkward about silence???
I believe people are awkward, not silence.
...................................................

I need some bliss so,  I'm going to be ignorant.

Along with his three Peeps, Hershey Kisses the Tootsie Roll Midgets.

To display their different mediums of art, the sky is the Gods exhibit and we are the critics.

For the Nondreamers:
You may look down on me as If I appear to have my head in the clouds.
Note to self: When you look up at the sky, I'm looking down on you.

Some say I'm cheesy...may be that I'm just Krafty.

I saw a sign on the freeway that said 'Exercise daily and walk with Jesus.' So I did. Jesus and I walked together laughing and smiling all the way to the lake front, but he kept walking...Then it dawned on me,  I forgot my aqua shoes.

"I tend to add a hint of lemon while preparing my sought after traditional Christmas goose."   Here's a hint, don't ruin the hint.

Ask a person with a lisp to say thimble and symbol...it sounds the same.

We are all artists who never put ourselves out for display.

Empty thoughts filled with absence.

What's on my mind is nothing, but what's inside is pure bliss.

I'm existing in the nonexistent.

God needs glasses and hearing aids.

Last night she nailed me harder than Jesus! (too soon)??

"I would be more than happy to give you an external hard drive."

"Ah, give or take.'' I'm confused...what do I do??

Good Friday??? Good God! That's terrible.  Put me on a cross and I'll tell you how "good" my day is...maybe we should consider revising the name of this holiday?

I'm a conductor who's lost his train of thought.

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

Truck Tranquility

Jan 2013 Thomas Gagliardi

James Mosston

Truck Tranquility

Trucks Trucks Trucks foot on gas.
Trucks Trucks Trucks oh so fast.
Trucks Trucks Trucks oh so big.
Trucks Trucks Trucks wutta sweet gig!