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do you ever cry about me?
and if so,
do you think that sometimes,
we cry together?
120715 #4:30PM

Just a thought,
To where everything’s ******,
Eyes in leer – flameless –
You are Beauty.

Open eyes, open skies
Open realm, open lies.
White as snow, I was
You’re the apple in spells.
As I lived, I have died too.

With rustic munitions,
You gashed my heart out.
With your circles in hoax,
You murdered me.

A sunless morning,
A moonless night,
An air so humid,
An unsalted oceans.
For in time so impeccable,
Befuddling in misdemeanors,
You’re the Beauty who’s a Beast.

Just in time,
**Forgiveness is an erudite.
 May 2018 Alucentemit
Just Melz
The sun is rising
I am dying
It's fateful
This role I play
But to live
And love
Just one more day
Like a dream
I've found the way
To live and to love
Without any fear
I hear my heart
At last
Its calling to me
Hurts from the past
Pains of the scare
Having a blast
Without any care
A future
A life
A wondrous love
Looking back to the past
My choices never last
But it's a change
I've found in me
Finally to be
In love and life
Anticipating
What was meant to be
You'll see
My heart belongs
To the everlasting mystery
 May 2018 Alucentemit
Yosa Buson
Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
    a moment.
I CRIED
HE WHISPERED
I CALMED AND TRIED TO LISTEN
“YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE LOVED”
WHY DID EVERYONE TELL ME THIS
IT ISN’T TRUE.

“I KNOW YOUR HURTING, BUT THIS WORLD IS NOT YOUR HOME”
I KNOW SO WHY LIVE IN IT?
“BECAUSE, LOOK AT THE WORLD AROUND YOU”
I TURN, AND I SEE HORRORS
BUT BEHIND THAT THERE ARE MIRACLES
THERE IS BEAUTY
AND IT MIGHT TAKE A HUNDRED SLEEPLESS NIGHTS JUST TO HEAR HIS  VOICE,
OR A MILLION TEARS TO BREAK MY WALLS AND SEEK HIS  COMFORT,
BUT THERE IS SO MUCH MORE THAN WHAT WE CAN SEE.
SO I WILL LIVE ON,
IN AWE AND WONDER
...
Cup of love
Forest forward smile
Gazing greenery
At top of rock ...
Silent peace...
Rewinding sunshine
A cans of chilled beers...
Cigaretting mind
And deep thoughts...
What is life?
A running...life...
Where no time to stand and stare...
And suddenly rabbit dancing...
Near the cup of mountains fall...

Gazing sky
Clouds appeared..
Dusk breaks...
Back to running desires...
Leaving memories at forest love...
Boggling mind n heart unrest

Roads and traffic..
Honking...
Continuously...

Pollution rise
Tears of clouds begin...
Cup of rain
...
 Apr 2018 Alucentemit
Ann Beaver
If I could love
the limping
ugly
afraid
part of me
That I drag through the mud
and thorns

If I could let
the transparent
clawing
screaming
silhouette speak
Instead of kicking it
into the basement

If I could put
my deepest human essence
onto paper
for everyone to see

Then.
Then, I could be free.

— The End —