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 May 2015 BB Tyler
Fah
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 May 2015 BB Tyler
Fah
Execute “trying” but do so kindly, the balance is fragile and the tipping point is blinding,

the insecure monster likes to feast of fresh joy, feed it and suffer.
The conductor looks at me
and then at my ticket
the train is running on full steam
splitting the night with monstrous weight
cutting darkness by its beam.

A mess up he says is always on the card
in this journey's hurly burly
if you are even a little off guard
you pick up one too early.

It keeps happening more with good ones
taken by jumping the queue
denied a trial one fair chance
lifted before they are due.

I am amused by his strange remark
what he means find hard to get
seems the guy talks too much at work
can't quietly just check ticket.

Haven't a clue sir to what you say
the mess up and jumping the queue
make it clear if I may pray
this lifting before it is due.

Holding the ticket before my eyes
the conductor points at the date
unpleasant though this little surprise
you are traveling on tomorrow's ticket.
I wanted to know the sighs
Of mercy.  On the bed she lied,
Laid bare in the shocking light
That twitches, as she rolls
I hover and cage her in question,
With moist eyes, abandoned
By loves interrogations,
I stab at the untruths and confusions.
I wanted to hear the supplicant
Murmur of indolence and shame.
With windy caresses I break
Her arms, she ropes me red
In tangled hair and I struggle
To let go.  I wanted to taste
The twin defeats of victory
And indifference, when in the light
Of darkest night there are cries of yes
And no and false accusations,
There is consuming pain and excruciating
Pleasure and as we squirm
And seethe, she teases,
Goading me and then,
I loose it.
 May 2015 BB Tyler
Fah
Banana Leaves
 May 2015 BB Tyler
Fah
Smelling on the wind, firewood.
the heat travels a warm bath around me.
when I set out in the morning/
the wind smells/
cool earth warming, slightly dried.
sometimes salt, I love to drink this.
Nothing to be
but observer/
bathing morning light
is playing now
laying low on banana leaves
got not shame
holds no lust
is pure
transitional beauty /
trust.
A reading is here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSCc5RlgHcU
 May 2015 BB Tyler
Francie Lynch
When I uncapped my pen,
My favourite verse flew out.
Never Takes The Bus.

And
At the same time
He
Is
Cute
Rather*  **Good
Looking
Dancing all
Night
How quickly can You take off
My Space Suit ;)
Your soul has changed
with years
riping as a pint
of a dark foamed ale

perhaps
you
love

yourself

More now then
ever did you
communicate
with girls

back then

Universal
Primal
Shame

Unwanted
Foolishness

I'm sorry I didn't saw
this
Coming
Handsome
Confident Male

Before

Mind
Control
Takes
fibers
over
our
fible
unsecure
emotions

Yesterday
Years
After
This
Club

Party


We
Are
Both
Old souls
Encountering
Young Nights

Opening our Hearts
With tongues
In our caves

Excalibur
Was your
Chest

As a Chess
Position
pressed
near
my
being
still enemies

Opening of
our
. . . . .
Occured
As
An
AsanA
Surprise

Entrance for me
a speck of
recognition

your
serene
poetic
dark locks
laser beam look

Then your
momentary
deliberate
act

to merge
tighter
with
my
body
rubbing
against my

cat bra


Exit for you
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Love
May thy Friends be many and true;
thy Enemies: well-earned, yet few.
 Mar 2015 BB Tyler
Amaranth Elk
Recognize the beauty in your breathing.
Inhale.
Exhale.

Even out each inhalation and exhalation.
Be the flow of the breath.
Be deep.
Be balanced.
Inhale.
1..2..3..4..
Exhale.
1..2..3..4..

Sit comfortably and roll the shoulders back
Feel the body.
Feel the heart beat.
Feel the head sway softly.
Inhale.
Chest rises.
Exhale.
Chest sinks.

Close yourself out to your surroundings.
Focus on the now.
Focus on the self.
Focus on inner peace.
Inhale
Good energy. Exhale Bad energy. Meditate.
 Mar 2015 BB Tyler
r
Air
 Mar 2015 BB Tyler
r
Air
I like old glass
with bubbles

Pockets of breath
of the dead laid to rest

I break and I breathe and I taste

Their spices
and vices

Kisses from wives
Curses and verses

Songs of themselves
Wine of their wrath

Salt from their baths

Smoke from their fires
Sweet tastes of desire

Shared sighs and cries
Dead butterflies

Air.
r ~ 3/16/15
Maybe I should save it in a bottle and put a cork in it. :)
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