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Joe Bradley Jul 2014
I
a flicker of warm light
and your face is all that I see.
Thunderclouds are silenced,
burned away and
my chest is left open to
our place under the opal sky.
The light is our soft romance
and our candlelit meal for two...

II
'Spiritui Sancto'
A Benedictine Monk
alone in
cold stone chambers sees
an ascending soul,
holy company,
a solitary light in all the
emptiness.
'Sed libera nos a malo'

III
Scorch-marks
drip
love - bites
drip
but please don't stop...
drip
In his lust,
Mould moments of my skin
and keep them
forever.

V
'Waxy fingertips!'
'Put that down,
PUT THAT DOWN!'
Mum told us
If you play with fire
you're going to get burned.

V
30 miles
they say
is the mathematical distance
you can see a flame in the dark

VI
This is the symbol of our nation.
'Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit'
This nine branched lamp symbolizes that our Israel.
has courage, those may be their Qassam rockets,
but those are our sirens.
and that humming you hear is our drones
over their heads.

VII
buuuuzzzzzzzzzz
What enchanting light...
zzzzzzzzz
what God are you? Oh
zzzzzzzzzzzz
wondrous beauty
zzzzz
what magic do you hold, what glory...
zzzzzzzzzz
come closer str.....

VIII
What died so I could read?
The tallow is a pig
the squealing embers
fat pig.

IX
here comes the candle to light you to bed,
And I curled, vulnerable to the shapes in the window
with my feet creeping further under the duvet.
The shadows were melted, cut, distorted on
my bedroom walls.
A primal evil will danced by the light of the flame
until I shut my eyes so tight,
that I slept it away.
here comes the chopper to chop off your head.

X
'No Jennifer, I just feel candlelight just adds a certain

ambiancé

to a room

No?'

XI
'Quickly, before it turns septic.'
'This wont hurt boy'
'The fire, pass the fire'
'Quarterise it quick or he won't last long'
'bite down hard my lad, bite down hard'
'AHHHHHRRRGGGGHHHH'


XII
Children hurtle down,
a Bombay slum to hear that.
'King Rama has returned,
light his path!'

The open sewers adorned in Ghee lamps
find such intense beauty as each quivering flame,
although so fragile, breathes the story
of the power of human spirit
unshakable against overwhelming odds.
*'The King of Ayodhya
Has Returned
Show his path for the Festival of Light!'
Laura Jul 2018
Now asleep -
When the nights fell
longer than they used to,
I fell too.

Slumbered into your arms.
Your father shrugging,
just to let me stay.

I remember how warm you felt,
our feet pressing,
into each others legs.

Is this my shirt? Is this yours? Does it matter?
What’s yours is mine,
and I am yours.

Pink and precarious,
you are green and enamoured.
I remember the blind dog,

and our blind optimism
- now awake.
olivia Oct 2019
Reaching still for you
The way you reach for me
In the morning
Your right arm wrapped around my belly
Butterflies
Fluttering inside

Crying for you still
The way you cried
At Hey Arnold
Your saltwater coursing through your cheeks
Tasting my tears
Like the salt rim around the margarita
I drink to forget you

But I will never forget you
Your soul in ingrained in my brain
I close my eyes (awake) and see your crooked front teeth
I close my eyes (asleep) and see us laughing, swinging

And you will remember me
The way I left you
Like a crackhead leaving their daughter behind
Only to be reconciled a decade later
Resentment isn’t the word, neither is forgiveness

“You won’t be happy with me
But give me one more chance
You won’t be happy anyway”

Maybe I’ll sing your favorite song at karaoke
And bring the house down with sadness
Like when you sang Skyway
Your cinnamon flavored voice booming

I always put an excess of it in my oatmeal
Although it makes my eyes
Water

I should drink some water
I should get some sleep
I should take my meds

I will dress in black
I will chain smoke my spirits
I will drink myself to a stupor
ZzzzZZZzzzzzz tired ZZzzzzzZZZZ
ZZZZzzzzZ sleeping ZZZzzzzzZ
ZzzZZZZZZzZ living ZzzzZZzzZz
ZZzZzZzzzZZ dead ZzZzZZzZz
Paul Hardwick Jul 2013
Summer had gone
before I looked around
then seeing you
you made me feel not bad
as your eyes looked at
I realize, nothing is new
and as a wizard i spell that right
been told to add Z ZZZZZZZZZ ZZZZZzxzzzzz's more
But there is more, letters, I love more, than you, but something took you from me.
more than spoons, and covering your face, which i still see in grace the grace of you.


and now you know my name
this man
I like
to call PAUL .
PS. yes you, kim, and I will make you a princess of the sky, and sky, tell her story to the wind.

Also, on a good day to the stars.
Yenson Jan 2019
boring, boring, boring....Oh...yawning...yawning
The folks sleepwalks and drone on in glorious haze
In reverent throes they recite the Bible of Urban Myths
Paying homage to the Prophets of Factual Fabrications

Allegiance is beyond doubt, unquestioning devotion
Forgive this passion, History teaches mankind nothing
Over five million innocent people gassed while a Nation
Hailed The Monster Leader with that obvious bright idea

Yes, its for our fatherland, our birthright, our commonality
It's them and Us and we are not greedy parasites bleeding us
And in this age they all rush forward quoting the Bible of Myths
All the One-sided 'facts' are here the Red Fuhrer unblemished

Watch their antics, hear them talk and read their witless writes
A disgraceful lesson in cult management and herd mentality
gross validation of the deficit in balanced independent thinkers
Minds that just absorb, unable to question or reason or resist

I watch waiting to find the rare gem, another real mind
Came across one long time ago, so rare I was beyond amazed
Since then all I see are fuhrer's children, blinded intoxicated
Eager devotees sprouting Hate and reciting updates from the
Bible of Urban Myths and Factual Fabrications.  


copyright@yenson7/07/2019



“Face after face contorted in hate, men, women, children. Whatever lies had been voiced against me had clearly gained near-universal acceptance. I knew then that, regardless of what transpired here, my home was now lost to me. It wasn’t just that these people would never accept me, more that I would never forgive their gullibility.”
― Anthony Ryan, Queen of Fire
“You can't believe everything people tell you - not even if those people are your own brain.”
― Jefferson Smith, Strange Places
“Fame is proof that people are gullible.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poetic T Apr 2014
I really need to close these eyes
they are so heavy on my face,
I could count sheep but there
BAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! keeps me
wide awake.

I try to put my head on my pillow
but I sink in to deep, drowning in
goose feathers, as they tickle my nose,
and then I sneeze A CHOOOOW!!
now I'm even more awake, god I need
some sleep

I need to rest my head I need to rest
these eyes tuck them under there lids
so they can have the rest needed as
I think I had a lack of..........
ZZZzzzzzz........
How I feel now.... 4 hours sleep ZZZzzzz...
sajjad ali Mar 2015
zzzzzzzzz.........
zzzzzzzz.......zzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzz....zzzzzzz
Drab Aug 31
It's what I live for.
It's what I breath.
Every day,
Every moment
Every **** time, over and over again.
redundantly........zzzzzzzzz
08/31/24 - They are coming to take me away a ha!!!!! -Too much Danbien.

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