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I’m on the edge.
I’ve been on the edge for as long as I can remember.
Staring into a void with no end.
I’m balanced on the edge.
I don’t tip.
I don’t fall.
I won’t.
I can’t.
If I do then all of my pain was for nothing.
And if I have learned anything from my time spent here,
It’s that I am not nothing.
Everyday people teeter on the edge of giving up. I’ve been there for most of my life. It’s hard, it’s not fun. However, I don’t hate it. It has taught me many things, it’s just up to you to see those lessons.
 Sep 2018 Jesse stillwater
Arke
time is the true criminal
occupying spaces liminal
stealing me away in scraps
hours shared become a trap
changing bodies with seasons
wrinkles forming without reason
I see time when I look in the mirror
every day it draws itself nearer
the softness gone and replaced
features of youth now erased
I can't recognize the edges and lines
every new spot is another sign
the dark circles with blackened eyes
all the features I had memorized
gone, gone, gone
at the end of my dawn
A eidolic intuition rummaged through my mind
As they placed the coffin in the living room
The limestone awaited to be inscribed
Let the North wind carry me away
As you visit me in a darkened room
I know poetry is about words
and I do dote on words
I treasure digging up just the right one
to lay out on the carpet and let fly

but I wonder if
it would be well
to just dwell
in the heart space
in silence

to hold the object of my anger or irritation
there
in silence
surrounded by blood
and warmth
there
in the anchor of life

I have come to realize
poetry and its cousin prayer
are just as much
about the heart
as words.
Tonight
starry night
the sea in my heart is stormy.
It was dark
but inside I am chasing.

I walked in the night, ****** eyes and envious
Tell me, you see dreams in our dreams
You take me from a sea to an ocean
from stars to our land.
My suffering has ended, only love left.
Let me hold you in my arms,
let it be your fire to burn me
I watched you tonight,
sounds of your feminine smile.
Gives me all the precious things that you have preserved.

In the depths of the horizon,
with the dawn you wake up,
the sweetness of hunger hope …
H.хренников
 Sep 2018 Jesse stillwater
Crow
How shall I tell with tinseled word
The beauty that is thine
Can tongue so rough or phrase absurd
Express creation divine

If thy hand by chance would brush
Then clouds, course as gravel fly
Lest they be touched and with jagged husk
Disgrace the vaulted sky

A glance be cast from thine eye alone
The sapphire brought to shame
Must steal away no more than stone
Its blazing fire tame

Remove thy veil, thy countenance revealed
Glorious Sol his face must hide
Averting his gaze, his luster concealed
Giving place of pride

Should thy lips favoring, a kiss bestow
Rubies abased, on bended knee
Acknowledging a hue beyond that they know
Become versed in humility

If poor verse could induce thee to concede
One exquisite facet of form or face
Then thine eyes and mine should be agreed
Upon thy incomparable grace
Overthinking can
                                   Be a distraction
                                
                                            Don’t you
                                    Ever ignore

                                                 The truth
                                   For temporary happiness.
I shall remember that :)
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