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 Oct 2017 欣快
Randall Walker
The pineapple is the whole,
Whether in the ground
Or in your bowl.

Rock in hand; above, down, pound.
Crack the spiny hull.

Sweet juice is found.
For all the fruits with sweet tooths out and about.
 Oct 2017 欣快
Randall Walker
The worse pain
One can feel
Is ripping the heart
From the one you love.
And crying.
Crying.
Just crying.
(How can there be so many tears?)
As their blood
(The blood you love)
(The blood you would exchange
One speck of
For oceans upon oceans
Of your own)
—Your blood—
Dribbles down your chin,
Dripping and dropping into the abyss
You have created.

You are the monster
Both of, and by,
Your own design.

Hell welcomes you as one of their own.

But you're getting away lightly.

What must their pain be?
 Oct 2017 欣快
Randall Walker
In the time before,
I was empty, miserable inside,
A wretch whose every smile was war,
Whimpering for a curtained place to hide.

The day, desolate;
Night, in its black stillness much the same.
Pitched pain, itching for an exit,
Legs set to cease the heaving hate and blame.

Now, I feel my heart
Beating love-blest power through my chest.
Before unfelt, its bucking start
Divests the owner, all along mere guest.

Symphony, rise, crest,
Condescend to my low-sighted view.
I sleep to wake, straight-up obsessed,
Eight letters and a period for you.

Careful now, don’t jest,
Lest my past peers profitable heist,
Dethroned selves sing out through the mesh,
Anguished, set to vanquish their sole poltergeist.

So, patch; never cease
Paragon of love’s delightful dawn,
Persisting for the barest piece
Of you, the whole of why I am not gone.
A little something
I've been working on
For my one and only
Truly only one.
 Oct 2017 欣快
Mateuš Conrad
i seem to only see three constellations in the night
sky these days... the modo -
it be the sign of: the age of scorpio,
there's but the big & little dipper (respectively)

º
               º
                      º

                              º
      ­                                                      º
         ­                         º
                                      ­               º

do these people really need to be spoon fed?
the smaller dipper is akin to the big
dipper, hence to write in the other
and last constellation (minus that odd rhombus
without a name) -
  and believe me when i say: orthodox
astrology doesn't agree with me:

                          º
                       º
                    º

                       º
                         º
                          

            º                          º  

i guess i managed to draw the right
schematic,
   besides the point, there are but
three constellations in the night sky
around here, and one is a revisionist take
on the scorpio...
******* hippies, and your age of aquarius,
     this is what a scorpion looks like,
and nothing what you've indicated,
i'm starting to think that astrologists
did poorly in geometry class...

but i'll end it on a positive note...
  
   there is more dignity in being ascribed an
epitaph, than being given a "proper" burial...


and by "proper" i mean: the leech family
members waiting for inheritance,
  the sycophantic actors of attendance -

throw me into a mass grave, i don't mind
for a "proper" burial...
   there is no dignity in whatever burial
ensues as many will do...
but allow man to transcend
the date of birth ** / yy / zz
and the date of death zz / yy / **
with an epitaph...
        however "wise" the man was in life,
his dignity only arrives postmortem,
in the form of an epitaph...

but one epitaph overshadows a thousand
quotable mentions of the man, when alive,
but one epitaph of a david,
overcomes the oeuvre of maxims of a goliath.
    
whatever argument for light pollution exists,
even when in the scottish highlands
i didn't see any more stars...
  there are only three constellations in play
on the night sky,
  and one of them is the genuine scorpio
constellation,
with the orthodox constellation being
bogus, fake, unnecessary...

i, i've spotted the constellation of scorpio,
and i did so: with my naked eyes!
 Oct 2017 欣快
nivek
do not expect to be given quarter
in any battle, my love

history will teach you much

'There is nothing new under the Sun'

this inspired saying, written down in the Old Testament ,
still holds true today

so my love, expect discord, violence, and war

'friends one day and enemies the next'

such is the condition of Mankind.
In his absence
She often feels incomplete

Like a hot summer's day
without any heat

Like a puzzle
with a missing piece

Or a lamb
without any fleece

Like a table
without a chair

Or having one shoe
short of a pair

Like a bed
without a pillow
and a blanket

Or a complex maze
without an exit

Like having a driver's license
but no car

Or a night sky
without a shiny star

Like having a fishing line
without tackle and bait

Or a picket fence
without a gate

This feeling
is one
she is always happy
to delete

Having said all that
her poem
is now
complete

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
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