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roman a May 2014
Do you smell that?
Drifting into your windows is the perfumed scent of rebels
Dancing in the flames
Open up your nostrils just a bit more
Take it all in
Take back your senses
We've built pyres two hundred feet tall and set them aflame for you to feast your eyes upon
Take back your senses
Your sense of self
Hear the sounds of our rejoicing,our war cries giving way to songs of peace and hopes for the future that we scream into the abyss
The abyss that we shall conquer
Once you take back your senses
Your self
Your beautiful self
Take your future back into your hands
It's time to shape it yourself
Become you
Take back your senses
Your sense of self
And we'll sever the head of the serpent that guards the cages imprisoning our understanding
Come take back your senses,your sense of self
Just outside your door
The invitation is carved in stone
Bring out your dead
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD
BRING OUT YOUR DEAD!!
There's a party going on outside
And everyone's invited
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  May 2014 roman a
Charles Bukowski
it's the same as before
or the other time
or the time before that.
here's a ****
and here's a ****
and here's trouble.

only each time
you think
well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that
and I'll do this,
I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some ***
and only a minor
love.

now I'm waiting again
and the years run thin.
I have my radio
and the kitchen walls
are yellow.
I keep dumping bottles
and listening
for footsteps.

I hope that death contains
less than this.
  May 2014 roman a
SG Holter
These are Days of Wonder.
Everyday magic
World shrunk
To seconds across.

Days of Wonder, these are
The unimaginable futures of
Some past gone.

Leaving little pieces of ourselves
Within each machine
We build to lighten our little
Loads.

These are Days of Wonder; I
Wonder how on Earth
I'll name the days to come.
They will be longer and
Brighter and
Warmer than
Ever.
  May 2014 roman a
Dánï
"Razors pain you; rivers are damp;
acids stain you; and drugs cause cramps.
Guns aren't lawful; nooses give;
gas smells awful; you might as well live."
roman a May 2014
Lights
spring forth
break the horizon
fight back the darkness
usher a way home
give me hope

— The End —