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This world is not my home
This life is not my own
Walking helplessly in this spherical dome,
I'd rather walk my life alone

This world is not your home
This life is not your own
Walking aimlessly in this spherical dome,
You'd better walk your life alone

This world is not our home
This life is not our own
Walking endlessly in this spherical dome,
It's best to walk this life alone
they tightened the noose and yet
she came immaculate out of nothing
Bearing the fruit of prophecy
from her womb

they fired the stake and yet
she came driving spells
from ambrosia
cursing the heinous lots

They ****** her body and yet
She came resurrected from the darkness
and the spirit of the saints

She is black as a boot
Came martyred and gone forever
Amongst the plume of fools  
Flying toward the ends of night
 May 2016 Timothy H
Brandy Nicole
M.
 May 2016 Timothy H
Brandy Nicole
M.
Jealousy
Oh, it's killer

What is their for me
to do now?

This dance we've perfected
It's a nightmare.
One I don't want to end.

Jealousy
Oh, It's killer

What is left for you now?

When you dance around your
Words.
Darling can be you that way
When you touch my heart
as I look away

Jealously
Oh, it's a killer

It took away my breathe
As you looked at me, and
let her dance you
away from me.
My greatest
fear is that
eventually
I'll only
be a hollow shell

After over
exposure
through these
words

And cursed
to conjure
deep mysteries
while searching
for a place
in this
world
497

He strained my faith—
Did he find it supple?
Shook my strong trust—
Did it then—yield?

Hurled my belief—
But—did he shatter—it?
Racked—with suspense—
Not a nerve failed!

Wrung me—with Anguish—
But I never doubted him—
‘Tho’ for what wrong
He did never say—

Stabbed—while I sued
His sweet forgiveness—
Jesus—it’s your little “John”!
Don’t you know—me?
 May 2016 Timothy H
xmxrgxncy
Shouldn't nine hours of sleep
Be enough?

Someone's gotta tell me
Why my life's so rough

I used to be able
To play my own games

But now I'm so tired
I've forgotten my own name...
 May 2016 Timothy H
coyote
 May 2016 Timothy H
coyote
i've spent many nights
waiting out storms, folded
away in my bathtub—

on the night that bullets
shredded through our
drywall, we held each
other there.

it reminded me of wind
and summer sirens and
the arms of my mother.
 May 2016 Timothy H
Stephan
.
*A beautiful sunset
embraced a naked sky
in sensual reflections
as a blushing twilight waited
quietly in the shadows hoping
the moon didn’t see
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