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Spinning.

Twirl through
the uphill bottle,
and battle the
summertime blues.

Spin free
of the days
spent swimming
in expensive *****.

Dance on my tongue,
whiskey,
or bourbon,
whatever the hell
you may be.

Spin with me,
close my eyes
to the dream.

Spin with me,
my glass-necked fiend.

Spin me free.
 Jul 2015 Val Vik
katie
Cosmic girl
 Jul 2015 Val Vik
katie
When I was small
I walked on fairy dust and
my dreams were as tall
as skyscrapers towering
above the universe
inside of me, was the galaxy.
I was born of the cosmos,
full of light and love
passionate in my quest to
give this to others.
But as I grew my star began to fade,
stars need love and light to survive
and deprived of both my blazing fire
transformed into weak candlelight.
At school I had learnt it was easier
to hide your light
than to stand out as different
and be extinguished in an instant.
So I kept myself to myself
at the back of the class,
knowing the answers but not
shouting them out.
I daydreamed, and doodled
stars on the corners
of my books, all the while
I could hear the universe
calling out to me to trust,
that we are all born of this
cosmic stardust.
 Jul 2015 Val Vik
Lunar
woe
 Jul 2015 Val Vik
Lunar
woe
woe is he,
who fell in love
with me-- a tragedy
written in the stars.

woe is me,
who looked out
for thee-- the artist
of all my scars.

woe are we,
who couldn't see
the impossibility
of our hearts.
 Jul 2015 Val Vik
John Ryles
While sitting in my garden,
one summer's day.
Watching the children,
where they love to play.

just how important,
a focal point can be.
Climbing frame or leafy shade,
A happy place to be.

Planted when we moved in,
with children very small.
Both  branches and family,
have grown very tall.

Abundant pink blossom,
bringing forth it's fruit.
Beautiful red cherries,
to eat or take root.

Trees are special people,
with a language of their own.
Making lots of friends,
wherever they are grown.

Now that we older,
branches aging to.
Our Family  Cherry Tree,
it's friendship gives to you.
 Jul 2015 Val Vik
Kevin Millers
There he is.
Walking towards me.
I don't know what to say.
He's nice. So nice.

When he striked a conversation.
I knew that it pierced me.
He looked straight in my eyes and...

Boom!

What a surprise!
I was already naked.
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