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 Aug 2020 Mark S
Dontletgo
How do I?
 Aug 2020 Mark S
Dontletgo
"how do I show him? I can't just use my words. My words are empty only delivering disappointment in horrendous pain. Not proud of myself not even in the slightest. He is my universe the only universe that has seen my world and felt the emotions coming from it. Never breaking down my protected walls. Only making the Rope longer and stronger for him to climb over to join me, to join me on my side my lonely protected side. He became my universe bringing in the light exposing me to the open. He always protected me kept me safe. How do I show my universe that I don't want him to be destroyed? I don't hate him, I love him I miss him, I need him, I want him oh, and I chose him not for hurt but for our true love to shine in our world even when the sun refuses, in every space and time I am his beautiful disaster and he is my everything."
 Aug 2020 Mark S
rk
a dance in eden
 Aug 2020 Mark S
rk
the painful truth
echoes in your silence
and now i understand
that for you
the thrill of the chase
was sweeter
than even the ripest fruit.
 Aug 2020 Mark S
Veritia Venandi
Her wildness started changing colour with the seasons...

Sitting upon rugged branches, wearing the colour of leaves and singing evergreen songs...

Had long turned into spirits of once upon a time!

Now she dances in the wind, paints with the sun and the rain... Changes garments... And accepts her wrinkles...

As she slowly withers and falls to the ground tired... And to be born anew...

How her stubborn heart had melted like sweetness with the changing times!

That somehow she loved herself being called deciduous...!
Changing is hard... Yet to survive and evolve we have to change ourselves for the better!
Let us celebrate our changes not as a result of chance but by a conscious decision on our part!
Thanks a lot for reading this! :) ❣
 Aug 2020 Mark S
Carlo C Gomez
Captain
Is such an abrasive term
Call me zebra instead
Call me every other weekend
Salute the system
Or form a mutiny
As disciples of Moby ****
Just be sure rank and file
Are futile

Everything now is beautiful

Rainbirds
Caged in your barbed-wire heart
Jaded feather friends
In migration
Tasting shapes
And drawing blood
From artistic wings
As freedom of flyway must
Still belong to the rule

Everything now is beautiful

Hopscotch
On sorted sidewalks
Ride the escalator instead
Up one floor
To the mezzanine
That panders to
The perversions of quiet girls
Innocence outshines
Experience
When the hemisphere is
Short on lifeboats
And late for school

Everything now is beautiful

The missing world
Beneath our feet
Is what the ocean
Tells us about ourselves
"From swerve of shore
To bend of bay"
Check the notes
In the margin
Postcards and maps
Depicting these dazzle ships
And the angry waters
They chart
Are always of
Skinny-dipping
Sea vessels
Her mons and ponds
Face-up
And full frontal

Everything now is beautiful

Dove taking
Swan keeping
We've power against dreams
We've articles of war
So this line is expendable
An anguish languish
Deep deep down
Turning with the wave
Against the sound
Where we sailed on from one love
To find another
As usual

Omnes una manet nox
(One night is awaiting us all)
 Aug 2020 Mark S
Carlo C Gomez
The space between.

A time to sell yourself.

A time for passing.

Sometimes I touch the right.

Too much, the wrong.

Resplendent deterioration
we live by.

With casuistic slogans
and closing doors.

D'you know disembarkment
leads to land sickness?

It does.

And who can then make
heads or tails out of
the qualms of tolerance
and his cousin, ignorance?
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