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jeffrey robin Jul 2011
beneath the body
the beautiful fertile places shining

exchanging realities

all the while pulsations tremble

we are here at last

--

we will die for truth
as you know

we die all the time

it aint so bad

-
Geno Cattouse Jul 2013
Stretch and yawn
Keep mind open.

Think of icicles frozen to my skin.
Burn in hells fire,charred within.
Stay in the now .  Just till dawn.

Danger lurks ouside the campfire.
Pain and eternal damnation
From now til the end of creation...sleep with one eye open..
To hell and gone.

The world as we know it and time marches on
So keep your head and focus your vision.


The devil prys at our weakness and division.

And stands poised for armagedon
Lulls us to destruction...he waits. Just till dawn
Nygil McCune Jul 2010
The fist flowers like
armagedon,
and i have no ******* clue
what that even means,

but
Jesus Christ,
I'm going for it.
This swing is coming for him
and i hope that
*******
doesn't duck,
or i'm probably gonna
fall
flat
on my face
and be met by
the speckles of rock
in the asphalt.

                Mid-air is like
                Mid-sentence
                and i'm just waiting


for some punctuation to
drop
like her high-heeled shoe
as she slides out of something more comfortable
and isn't thinking about
the poor sap in front of me.
Copyright Nygil McCune, 2010.
SoupHands Mar 2016
Knowingly, he waits for innocence to end
His eyes, glossed with instinctual terror
Factually fearful of something he knows nothing about
And the arbiter watches, like some perverse anubis
Observing the process with no clear objective
Like a statue taking a liking to cigars
The arbiter wants only to see the end, having no conception of what it means

Innocence and snow, both gentle
Falling, for the rare and irreplaceable moment of suspension in open air
Innocence and The End, present for one another
Be it though, a meaningless meeting
Neither of them knowing how important they are to each other


If only I could sweet one, but I may only be witness
Im sorry if youre scared
But know that I am here for you, when soon, all will leave you

Innocence can only look back
With no life left to look back on
This visitation is all he has

The ground grows close now
Innocence does not know the end is real
The Arbiter stays close, remaining only of occupation
There are no Angels here for you now he says

It wont hurt, it wont be scary anymore, I promise
Go with no knowledge of your armagedon
Will not go unnoticed.
2013, a very different mind, a very different me....
I was drinking one night, when I got tired of whatever game I was playing. I had this idea from another idea. About how innocent kids are, and how unknowingly connected they are with.....things. So I thought of when children die tragically. I wondered if they can see death more clearly than we can. So I wrote out a short "witness" type thing of Death being the only one present for the death of a child who has fallen from a high window.
Ivan Mihajlovic Oct 2018
Rain Dream
The wind blow heavily in this strange land,
The glimpse into the sky is a kingdom grand,
Sun is hiding behind the clouds and flying sandy sand.
Dreamers dream of the wrong dreamd, they misunderstand.
The raven sends messengers into the dark wastland.

She come out a bed time,
Everywhere rain and clouds, we do not hear, use mime.
Sand in the my eyes, I can hardly see it, but
I know, I’m your man prime.
I love you, now and anywhere, anytime.

God, give me wings to fly over the storm,
And take her to my magical time,
Do not let something bad happen over time.

You are the most beautiful dessert flower,
I’m an ordinary anonimus and sometimes just bower.
From her look and winter it’s cower.
God, you have the greatest power,
Wherever I look I see a tower,
And that tower is she and shines like a sunflower.

To be or not to be, I do not know what I’m going to be,
I’m buzzing like a bee.
The wind is strong, where is the lee?
Dreams of my dreams as a very warm sea.
I will wonderland see, with her, I guess, are
Armagedon degree.

A hilly place, that’s my dream,
We are running up, we are a perfect sream,
The temperature is extreme,
Panoramic view is a gleam,
Strong sun send sunbeam,
For the song we are a great theme.

I’m waking up, I’m trying to stop the waking.
Outside the rain, in the window I hear knocking.
People on the street talking about something,
I get up out of bed, walk around the room,
The rain send me smile with mocking.

— The End —