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Lora Lee May 2016
Borderlines
        of love and lust
crossovers from uncertainty
                 to trust
How we travel
vast countries
in search of living
We forget that taking in
                           is also giving
We strive to reach
and forget ourselves
our process breached
                 in heaven's wells
And I am drowning
                in this murky sea    
submerged in this place
                 of mystery
Sometimes darkly
Sometimes bathed in
              sweet strata of light
Sometimes wrapped
                closely inside
gentle tendrils
of night
All the while speaking
the language of
       awareness and fire
my words heated-up silk
dripping molten desires
I throw to the winds
relics of ancient spells
conjure my heaven
          to chase out the hell
Polish off the dust
and shake out my soul's fabric
         air out my cells
Fill them up
          with new magic
And as I continue
      to break down these walls
         and spin off into
the astral spheres --
    I do my best to emulate
picking ripened fruit,
plucking sparks
         from the cosmos
so I may live
without
fear
Ronjoy Brahma May 2016
You should be lively flowers, the heart
How I will be quiet;
My happiness my crossovers.
O flower stay lively
Cool, the sun, shine on
In my heart garden in my heart.
Just like that laugh out lively
Give me the calm come on you,
Me to bloom also learned in this world.
dissonant is what it was.

that foreverness of din.
criminal—
  aloft, eluding some captive way
    of emphasis.

  scraps of papers fold
and truth is rarefied. hammered
for its malleability is its common trait.

truth and always its never ever.
the men mumble words as if
  oceans whirl in their palates.
the women hide their thighs
  and think of fornications.
the children learn to pilfer
      stray coins in the keep.

dissonance is what it still is.

there's a slow moon over the aubade
     over the culled garden.
     over the cloverleaf curve
    in Balintawak. over no trove of truce.
  caterwauling noises flailing
      belch of automaton metal. mendaciloquent glower of lampposts
    to die early, abandoning EDSA—
we cannot name figures any longer
    of the same axiom, equation,
    salt, crossovers.
Melissa L Mar 2013
Goodbye feet
Goodbye skin
Goodbye lights
Goodbye hair
Goodbye costumes
Goodbye Bach
Goodbye notes
Goodbye audience
Goodbye bones
Goodbye floor
Goodbye wings
Goodbye crossovers
*Goodbye Bolt
Jean Rojas Apr 2015
Blue jeans and bangles,
Mr. Bo Jangles
Black shirt and pendant,
A rebel unrepentant…..
Dyed hair and wrist bands,
Henna in your hands……..

But I am not blind,
I see you in my mind………

A confusion in rhapsody
A contradiction in harmony
Changing colors, off-key hues,
Syncopating off-beat cues…….

I want to see you in tuxedo
Where no crossovers,
Cross the line…..
I want to see you as you were
No make-over,No pretense…
When the fusion ends
And the fugue begins…..

For no matter how they change you
No matter what they say,
Your tuxedo origin will show
And there, your heart will go…..

Back to where it all began
Back when you were just a man….

No fame,
No game,

I love you now
And I will love you more,

Back then,
Back when,

You were just a man
Behind the piano
For Maksim Mrvica
28 November, 2003
infer lower
court a
wall with
DACA while
Mrs. Pelosi
shares liberal
concern i.e.,
morals with
crossovers like
her minority
leader while
McConnell gasps
with Ross
while Mathew
is ninth
circuit in
Hot 'Lanta
is Charlie Carlos dead?
Elena Smith Dec 2015
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Lucas Grant Oct 28
Each and every profanity I faced since 11 cemented my plan to be free and play off the beaten track until I was found
Sirens and all
Chasing me the attention of the red spotlight planted on my chest something i hung onto
through glitter and gold still managing to shoot right through the heart
The death of my love a well renowned act critically reviewed by those most willing to pay to see it
Stalls of meaningless crossovers the only interaction I ever had without being prosecuted by the tint of rose they heard in my tone
An all revealing factor I attempted to hide for so long in a glass safe
Impenetrable only was the top scarred by fingerprints grasping desperately for arteries going straight to the placebo of metal ventricles
Enough to keep them busy so that I can escape
However I search for validation a sedative for my art to prevent and outburst of madness so long overdue by the confinement of society and what they should let me do their eyes transfixed on the individuality of my act rather then the truth
So beautiful yet tragic, the blood still gushing through arteries about to burst in the desperation for love and the search for self worth
Fry
I like to stay dry
I can’t cook but I can fly
In basketball I fry
It's not a joke its not lie

I'm not tall like a tree
But I can beat a beast an not cry
My crossovers aren’t free
You have to pay me because I’m a goat

I will run past you as fast as Bruce lee
People say I’m slow like a boat
But I will beat them in ball a they will die
And at your funeral I will give you a note
And it will show you my eye
Yo I wasn't,
Meant to fall from heaven,
Got blessed with war veterans,
There I am again,
Facing the cold cuts of the winds,
Whisperin,
Careless I just sit back,
And let my rillo caress,
Lay my head, between my wife's
Breast,
Reminscing the best,
Time we had, I'm glad,
My years on earth was golden,
Lost seed chosen,
To try to save the world,
Too many boys and girls,
Y'all can have the pearl,
Blacks the new hate,
Whites the new delegate,
Old news, bumped
Out the crate,
Racial division, I see the vision,
Once I found my decision,
Picked wrong over right,
Darkness over the light,
Melanin survivor, soul diver,
Spin wiser than MyGyver
Who's liver,
With the shells I spit, I shook
Up the whole nation,
Saw the sun and moon,
On different rotations,
One side is cold, the other side
Is hot and bold,
Emotions on a roller coastin,
The hearts of men,
Can't break the vision, I see myself living,
In a dream,
Only to wake up, I'm dead fool,
Now I got rouge as my make up,





The crossovers lovely,
Now I see my family,
Tears and hugging me,
Over my casket,
But I feel no pleas,
My souls empty,
Got tempted to come back,
To the scenery,
As a baby,
Why curse my seed,
And add to the bleed,
See different versions of me,
In this old age society,
Quietly,
I sit in the corner, thinking who
Hearing me,
These dreams feel so vividly,
My wife ain't even next to me,
Half dead half alive,
How can I thrive,
And find ways to survive,
These everyday jives,
Don't wanna cause no harm,
embraced the fifth dimension charm,
Carry pain on my arm,
Ring the alarm,
Spirits in every direction, can't
Find no protection,
My souls open, wasted and potent,
Hate loves the company,
And misery,
Spread all over the globe,
Check the fiery abode,
Ain't no love no more,
Too much grief to the heal,
The restore,
I sit on the surface core,
Dwelling the star lines, feel my heart
On a flat line,
Back to the first line, double vision,
Can't see the incision,
I'm dead fool, just remember you're nobody til somebody, kills you,
Sauvik Dey Jun 2019
As the water condenses on the skin.
I hold and raise the inviting golden dusty textured liquid to my lips.
Exquisite as it was, it played with convention and I liked it.
So much so that my YouTube feed would full of it today (yes, no point denying my SM dependence)
On a regular day, I would lemonade myself -
To get my sanity back from excruciating hangovers.
But we say not today to the god of mixing.
Infusing ginger ale with Gin and lemon,
It made the holy trinity of crossovers and delivered on a late to office Tuesday me;
Who is pleasantly happy about the ordeal.
Prose to poetry

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