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 Jun 2023 Chuck Kean
Abeer
Wake up wake up, I dreamt a dreamer
Woven in silver, jewellery like the two trees
She offered me some relief away from my panic
I told her, "I'm starving, I need your peace"
She glitches into oblivion, left me twitching in my misery
 Jun 2023 Chuck Kean
Luke
I went out to find
Some value in me,
So I sold what I had
For little a fee.

My eyes for a penny
I sold to some fools,
They're blind and useless,
Mistook for jewels.

My lips for a nickel
To the sweetest sin,
So they'll know the love
That has never been.

My ears for a dime
I sold to a lover.
To hear sweet nothings,
And silence uncover.

My hands for a quarter
I sold to a ghost,
So that she might feel
What I've wanted the most.

Finally my bones for a dollar
I sold to the earth,
But as for my soul-
There was found no worth.
 Jun 2023 Chuck Kean
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
I’ve fallen in love with
You and I want to hold you
And listen to our heart's
Beating together hand
In hand forever and
I declare my love for you
My one and only true love it's you.
Our Love 💘😘💘😘
 Jun 2023 Chuck Kean
TB
You kissed my lips,
As the sea kissed my toes,
I could drown in you both.
Unlocking the vault
invested with pain

Its riches long stolen
all value is stained

Each bill tells a story
of wantonness greed

With truth sold for dollars
whose printing now bleeds

Locked up in a winter
of coldness and fear

A traitorous fortune
of all you hold dear

Its smell tells a story
the mold growing thick

Corruption inherent
the air makes you sick

Bereft you can’t spend
what you coveted so

Before the interment
when sinking so low

The cash becomes toxic  
it falls from your hands

Its value infected
—insolvent and ******

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)
 Jun 2023 Chuck Kean
RonliSong
Looking, looking,
Always wanting,
Searching, searching,
Always hoping,
Chaos flooding the mind
Drowning the soul
Making prison bars out of noise,
Unease, discomfort,
Lost and losing.
The day I die,
When my soul leaves my body,
It is light as a feather, pure and smiling.
10/6/2023
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