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 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
Beauty was he,
For the way that he spoke.
And those dazzling eyes,
That made my mind choke.
And beauty was he,
For the way he was made.
That cute little smile,
That kept me wandering for days
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
Please
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
Please don't make me regret opening up to you
Please don't tell all of the secrets
That only you knew
Just please
Let me
Trust
You
The way that I do.
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
I don't know what is scarier
You leaving me.
Or being the one you left her for..
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
Lies
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
You said I was all of these wonderful things,
Until you met her.
But I guess I'm not what you prefer.
I'm a lifeless eyes girl with nothing,
But the lies you said.
All still embedded in my head
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Kylie Wallen
A drop in the weather,
A change in the season.
Why did you leave me,
Without any reason?
 Dec 2013 Dánï
st64
stoke
 Dec 2013 Dánï
st64
crackle.. crackle..
flicker-flicker
auburn-licks in tiny-spits
roast a pail on terra firma
then ask.. how steady ground-nutmeg falls in drizzles of mercurial-flow



1.
school girl gets pulled off her books
sorry, gypsy-girl.. but *you no welcome here

   free-style don't cut it here
we give you cash to make like a cow
and go home
surprise as youth stand up against old-guns
then folk get called names and puppets turn ugly
as terms like demografix get flung
like a band-aid over an open-wound

when diva is denied a croc
out of the blue.. plop!
three apples fall to the ground
and cheap bar-lines seem catchy
but get raucous laughter echoing from hay-strewn tree-top rafters
mocking-tirades.. lazy-suitor, hard-recruiter

women wearing missiles on their faces
induce a fear like no man has seen
earth-quaking in boots of unreasonable-fear
near ponds of web-toed frog-giveness
catching the sing of plastic-ridged bullets in eternal-flight


2.
you can work your crafty-*** off
and still be without water or a roof

teabaggers get tagged
and innocence is frisked
while a good man dies
and the world mourns
very few know the real-hardship  
of those soldiers
who served duty-bound years
yet swallow anguish for long whiles after

now learning comes fettered
with resistant-glass to ward off
ricochets of unwanted-strays
and tax is almost everyone's burden
interest defeats pure-growth
as indigent-footsteps keep crawling
while high-flyers keep raking it in.....
on the backs of hoi-polloi

bursaries offer step-up to some
but so many fall along the side
thanks to the malice of profiling
as your mail is leaked to bots and ads
another gun-shot goes off..
and affluenza gets you a cosier cell
as the lesson is sad-skipped
and rats keep lining 'em pockets with fewer parolees
so, who will really bat an eye-flip
when a judge breaks the law?


3.
so correct
it's all rather crazy upside-umop
adolescent-boy remains adamant against expectations
will not cede a kidney
to his father's burst one
drink, daddy.. yes, drink some more!




stoke the embers to keep lit
that which begs life







S T, 15 dec 13
oh, how 'enlightening' the news, at times
oft, I take a deliberate break from news-reads
just to ease the over-raked eye.. a tad :)
.......to.. to.. to style in some harmony in rare muse-curls
even by a full or half-day later

something I read, though.. a touch positive
not to wait for leaders to emerge to effect change.. but to be part of that.. be it.
prends la parole!



sub-entry: hello poetry

hello, poetry
good-bye, doldrums

or is it.. see ya later?
ha!
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Anesa
Gift
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Anesa
Can you lose a gift?
Can you bury it inside, so deep you'll never find it again?
Feelings can, why don't gifts too?
I used to be someone, i used to make things right...
Now i'm living a life pretending to do something good,
learning how to be better at something i'm not suppose to do.
What if this is my life and i choose to reject it?
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Jim
untitled
 Dec 2013 Dánï
Jim
No sight of comfort,
Within these walls.
I'm seeing shapes,
I'm hearing calls.
I'm burning up,
It starts to spin.
This mission we're in,
Well nobody wins.
Soem call it insane,
Some call it switching lanes.
Your feet sink,
Become faint.
Give into the thought,
you are no saint.
Its not what you wanted
its not why you're here
perceptions of reality,
rooted in fear.
Many clouds do race to hide Thee –

Of friends and wealth and fame –

And yet through mist of tears I see

Appear Thy Golden Name.

Each time my father, mother, friends

Do loudly claim they did me tend,

I wake from sleep to sweetly hear

That Thou alone didst help me here.
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