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SIght Sep 2014
We travelled until the end of time
Where all physical laws ceased to exist
There aren't even enough words in english to describe
What a majestic and unnamable experience
Like an infant who can't express his mind
The only place is to go deep inside

Species are a result of genetic variation
This is how the One becomes many
Since the Creator knows everything therin
An illusion is created which is quite necessary
By tricking itself into knowing it doesn't
We can enjoy the experience
Of overcoming debucles

Organisms. Organs. Tissue. Cells. Atoms. Sub-atomic particles. Energy
Energy never dies. It is just a disguise
It separates itself into two
And like soulmates, will once again be united
Electrons and protons make love
And your beautiful world is the result
So never ever fear death my child
For life never dies. It is just a disguise
"Your father wants to talk to you"
"He said he'll meet you at the club"
I thought, I haven't done much wrong
And therin lies the rub
Sixteen years old, the time had come
For the old many to do his duty
He was gonna tell me just the things
To help me land some ******
I changed my shirt, got showered quick
And drove off to meet my dad
I always wondered what this'd be like
You know, it made me kind of glad
Most things I knew, I got from friends
And most I guess was wrong
My mum said, "He'll buy dinner"
So, I guessed the talk was long
I'd seen Playboys, Penthouse, Hustler babes
they all set my mind ablaze
I think I saw a **** girl once
Not sure though, there was haze
I parked the car and grabbed my clubs
Met my dad on the first tee
He said "Boy, I'm glad to see you're here"
"I'll be back, I've got to ***"
I said that Mom informed me that
It was time to have the "talk"
He said "I guess we'll take a cart"
"We can't have the chat and walk"
I waited for the first big point
Information that I'd need
You see, the stuff I'd heard till then
Was nothing good or that I'd heed
"Son"....he said and cleared his breath
Here it comes, the talk had started
"Remember to excuse yourself"
"so no one knows you've farted!"
What the hell was that I thought
Maybe he was warming up
He took another sip of beer
But, he would not put down the cup
"Son, this is not easy..."
"There's alot I want to say"
I thought OK here goes
Today will be the day
"Never...never leave de-icer"
"In the car on an icy winter day"
"It won't help you inside the car"
"And you;ll still need triple A"
What? I thought...that's not the talk
This would not help me get laid
"Son, always put some cash aside"
"Every week when you get paid"
"Dad, are you sure this is the talk"
"The one we're supposed to do"
"I thought this was about having ***"
"That's what I had thought...did you?"
"Son, you have to give me time"
"I'm new at this you know"
"I'm sorry Dad, It's just....I thought"
"We'd talk of strippers and of hoes"
"We'll get there son, just give me time"
Then he hit me with a thought
"you can use an old banana peel"
"to clean shoes stained with salt"
salt stains, savings, locked doors, farts
This was not what I expected
But, at least he was here, out with me
And his duty was not neglected
"Dad, I know most of this stuff"
"And I know this is quite tough"
"But, I thought we'd speak of other things
"Like treating women soft or rough"
"****, son....I can't tell you that"
"Your mum would have my nuts"
"I can tell you lots of other things"
"If I did, she'd whip our butts"
"Now, listen close I've more to say"
"It's how to remove a broken light"
"You can use an raw potato"
"Stab it then you turn it right"
"Thanks, dad....but, I'm gonna go"
"As soon as we're done nine"
"I'm gonna go out to the mall"
"You can go and drink some wine"
"I appreciate your candor"
"And Dad, thanks for the advice"
"But, most of this you've said before"
"And now I've heard it twice"
"I'm sorry son, I tried my best"
"But if it's the *** talk that you want"
"I guess I'll have to do it"
"It's just not knowledge that I flaunt"
"Listen close, I'll not say this again"
So, I pulled the golf cart off  to the side
It was finally gonna happen
I hope the talk was worth the ride
He took a breath and stared at me
Then in one almighty rush
Came a word barrage like none I'd heard
It was an awful aural crush
"NEVER DATE TIJUANA HOOKERS
THEY WILL MAKE YOUR THING GO GREEN
THEY DO NOT ALWAYS SHOWER
AND MOST ARE REALLY MEAN
WEAR A ****** WHEN YOU DO IT
ALWAYS CLEAN UP WHEN YOU'RE DONE
NEVER TELL A GIRL YOU LOVE THEM
UNTIL YOU'RE SURE THAT THEY'RE THE ONE
YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND EMOTIONS
I'M 52 AND I DON'T YET
AND IT'S EASIER TO ENTER
WITH FOREPLAY TO GET HER WET
NEVER TELL YOUR GIRLFRIEND
EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT TO DO
AND ALWAYS  ASK "CAN WE MAKE LOVE?"
AND DON'T SAY "WANNA *****?"
The Old man, sat, exhausted
I just sat there, stunned as well
He got the talk done in one big sentence
It was something that I would not tell
We'd bonded at that moment
Father, Son had reached a stage
Where we both could not return from
We both had turned the page
I hugged him close and shook his hand
I thought, this talk could not be nicer
"Dad" I said...."Please tell me more"
"Where should I store the lock de-icer?"
Mike West Aug 2012
One summer day as my bike I rode,
I spied in the street a flattened out toad.
I stopped to look and it was neat,
Perfectly flat against the street.
It must have happened as it crossed the road,
And a car turned it into a flattened out toad.
Its guts had popped out and lay at its side,
And in the hot sun, had perfectly dried.
Its eyeballs were out at each side of its head.
This poor thing was instantly dead.
And as I gazed at it apon the hot asphalt,
I thought to myself "It's not it's fault."
"I'll take it away and bury it right."
So I put it in my pocket and rode out of site.
I rode real hard and I rode quite fast
So the flattened out toad could rest in peace at last.
I ran to the tool shed for a trowl and a pick
So I could dig a hole in which the toad to stick.
Then I ran to the stream and grabbed a small stone
To mark the flattened toads final resting home.
I dug a small hole in the nearby wood
And placed the stone so the grave looked good.
I then reached into my pocket, but to my disbelief,
The toad had disappeared.  "Holy crap! Good grief!"
I knew it couldn't fall out of the pocket in my pants.
So I thought checking again was worth a chance.
I checked once more."Oh please!" I begged.
This time I found the toads two front legs.
I searched with my fingers, deeper yet again.
Then pulled out what looked a flipper or a fin.
"What happened to it?" I began to ponder.
Then I realized, "It is no wonder."
"The riding and running and digging so rough,"
"Had ground the poor toad into parts and stuff."
So I turned out my pocket gently with great care
And checked to make sure all its parts were still there.
Its eyes and its legs, its feet and its head,
Its guts and its body could now go to bed.
I took all the parts and most of the skin
So that, the grave, they could lay therin.
I covered it with dirt and as there I sat,
In the distance I heard a distinctive "Ker-Splat!"
Mike West Aug 2012
Pickled piglet in a jar
Oh what a mystery you are.
Preserved there in your piglet brine.
You could stay young there for all time.
With your little, wrinkled, piglet nose,
And your tiny, cloven, piglet toes.
A classroom project you'll someday be,
For a student of biology.
They'll take you out and start to cut,
And open up your piglet gut.
They'll peel away your piglet skin,
And expose everything therin.
They'll open your little piglet head,
Oh well, who cares, you're already dead.
They'll remove your little piglet brain,
Thank goodness you can feel no pain.
They'll remove your little piglet eyes,
And take those apart. C'mon guys!
They'll examine all your piglet parts,
Lungs, liver, stomach, little piglet heart.
And when, eventually, they're all through,
It's to the garbage can with you!
Nik Bland Feb 2013
Underlying all the confidence and succes there's a longing that I've known of for some time
Looking earnestly inside herself behind courage I can see the concern within her eyes
Who will guide the girl who's reached such destinations as so few have in her span of life
Who can tell her where to find such a thing as love and therin lift all the underlying strife

Did you know that she runs quickly simply because she feels as if she might get away
Burying her being within herself in hopes that someday the wishes just might fade
Looking at tomorrow as not just another day, but a possibility that she might rise
All these things and more I find I realize whenever I stare into Sarah's eyes

Whispering while screaming, you may never know of the sudden turmoil that lies within her mind
Whirring through the days and nights that she's lived through, trying to not leave a detail behind
For in the faces and the people that wear them, he may shine within her memory one day
The one tales promised that would come into her life, bringing the colors out the underlying gray

Somewhere inside she will find that she is more than she gives credit for, though it won't be tonight
And you'll see confidence and a smile, within it a prayer that she will be alright
As I pass her by, I'll find inside a glimpse I am remembered as a possibility
For Sarah asks not for a name or a story, but on things that she hope might transpire to be
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
We live in a world so blinded by distractions
we don't want to see.
When will enough be enough so we can learn
to fly so free.
To soar like the eagle and truly know
what is.
To feel love, to feel more like a gentle kiss.

We live in a world with hunger, with homeless
poverty.
When will we see a way to help those more
unfortunate than we.
We the ones not living there that we have managed
to escape.  
to help those in need and of emotional pain
and ****.

We live in a world full of hate, resentment,
and fear.
When will we show them what is needed
for them to hear.  
For I write to you these words from in my
heart therin,
please help to do our parts-to care,
for this is the world we live in.
Jon Shierling Nov 2014
In the beginning there were three seemingly
undeniable Truths ****** upon me
subtly at first, as a cautious lover may
approach his lady's thighs with
tender fingertips and a darting tongue.

As years progressed and Time brought
the growing tide of self-will upon me
unexpected and outrageously violent
this Trinity became a mantra that
surely the Saints must have suffered for
as they in their wisdom created for those
poor souls such as I who knew that one day
a reckoning would indeed arrive.

Recited by rote:
I believe in the Unholy Trinity and
the immutable facts imbued therin
that there can be no Love without Pain
and to believe otherwise is folly
that said Love will only ever be a laughable farce
unless it be bought with power and fame and money
and that the Life one lives should be one way
and the path laid down by one's forebears
is indeed the way it should be.

And then somebody welcomed me
into painted arms with no terms lacking
expectations of anything other than
simple love affection and respect
meeting halfway and behaving like a human being
no need for nice cars and glossy trinkets
and finding my withered hope
a beautiful thing worth rejuvenating.

She found my heart a field lain fallow
for years unplowed and untended
left to wither and return to the desert
wastes from whence it was born.

But now.....
the rains have come.
Ramin Sep 2018
My thoughts beget a signaling
Foreshadowed by a distancing
Of me from all who's listening
Yet seek to hurt this little thing
Oh Sun whose job it is to shine
Why not make this deed a crime?
Don't shine your gift on those who see
This hurting person wrapped in grief
Yet make the time to oversee
The evidence the hurting seek
Revert their eyes from my great pain
The Pen doth write to free the chains
Whose weight will take away and drain
The spirit unto which its lain
Oh tree whose job it is to give
Even to those who wish not to live
Forgive, Relive, Outlive my sins
Yet you stay put provide therin
Not for my sake to save the day
Don't need a cape to pave the way
For all mankind to follow thine
Don't judge a soul for it won't shine
TJ Struska Mar 2020
Shadow, Shadow
Within my dream,
Have I dreamed you awake,
Said Lizard King To Peace Frog? Peace Frog says it's
Old anchovy, Rare bits of beef
And I can't remember the last thing I said,
Except that which I see.
Is that just a dream
Within a dream,
Or just a brush of Raven's wing? But Lizard King I dream what I dream awake,
How can that be?
Shadow sees what fades to passing, another dream
Within a dream.
And I look at the burning sun
Bleeding paint like a river.
And I think of my job,
And I think of nothing at all,
As a baby night bug crawls
Along the spiral of my page,
Invading worlds beneath my fingers.
Oceans, Worlds, Suns and
Arcs of light beyond our being. Nothing moves in silence.
Wondering of stories
Forgotten as a child,
Yet nothing's forgotten,
Yet all is forgiven.
Conciliatory Shadows,
Reckoning light,
Pink and blue and coral
Dreams of light and line
And space and Shadow
And Shadow.

Therin lies your answer
Peace Frog says to Lizard King. This welcome mat beneath you, this simple
Weaves of straw an steel,
And the streetlight bends
Behind me, then gone.
So are Lizard King and Peace Frog.
Where have they gone?
To Shadow,
To the realm of Shadow.
And I see my Father's face,
Darkening, lighting
In the streetlights.
As the stink of the factories
Fill the air.
And my Dad would talk of jazz, while I turned the radio
To Donovan, Mellow Yellow,
And its 1966.
And I think of my job,
Revolving wheels,
Sparks and Sun Dogs,
And I think of Shadow,
                          Shadow,
And red headed women
In Capris,
And the light of the sun
Blinding in noon.
Dreams of bright nothings.
Bon Bon's of scarlet.
Shadow, Shadow,
What to make of such things?
Shadow smiles as Buddha,
Says a sliver of sleep
Is all you need.
Do I cipher a riddle
From the air?
And I wonder of Shadow,
Will he haunt me forever?
This is by far the most different poem I've ever written. I am putting this out for the sheer mystery of this piece.
Dave Williams Nov 2015
there's a kind of calm that happens
before you say okay
a calmness that allows me
to carry on this way
and carry on i will
it's all want to do
i love the way you tolerate
the things i share with you

and therin lies a small reward
that fills me to the brim
to be a part of what you see
to go out on a limb
and carry you i will
it's all i'll ever do
i love the way you celebrate
the wings i share with you

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