Across the Internet …I daily come across ….many guys in search of love…. expressing their desires in the lurch ….hoping someone will read them …and find a lovely girl …one of your choosing …for them…. they wonder aimlessly …some in stark nudity… others a bit too shy …. they call themselves a guy ….I wonder why…..
If you can’t get a girl down your …home and town and living lane …or college, school …. to be simple and plain …someone you can see and follow and know face to face…how you would find one out here ….writing poetry only …

Cicadas’ white noise
winding tunnel vision of gums
reeds, burnt out stumps, ferns;
it's that noise that lets my ego apart

Dishevel myself amongst the river pebbles
stained glass mountains' might in every distance.

Swimming to let the weight of my pack wash off
alone, singing madly to the sky
threnodies of alibis to my distant family

Cupping the cold water and splashing myself;
a lizard lazes opposite with an arm over a broken branch
calm body submerged in the river's flow.

In my head, my pretty head
I am diminished

In my eyes, my pretty eyes
I am clairvoyant

I see purple
or a mix or red & blue

The point is, my pretty point is
my angry auric hues
confuse

So goodbye my head, my eyes
my sentinels to the 'other' me

I see purple
it sounds like fear
it feels like thread

I pull the twine sublime
the thread in my head
connected to The Source

I am removed
of course
I am free
my conscious
IS me.

The Witness

The witness of the Holy Ghost
tells of truth in our hearts and minds.
He whispers in a still small voice
the truths of the gospel law.

How can we not know the truth
when He was sent from God above.

Be ye baptized in My name
with authority from God
and He will descend from above
and speak to the desires
of your heart.

Be thou blessed in this endeavor
and you will never wonder why.
It is for you to ask and He will abide.

Please stop running!
Don't you know how hard it is
to move in rotting skin?
Its so damn frustrating!!

Its not fair, I tell you
I only need your brain to feed
but I can't have a fill
coz you have the speed!

Can't someone help me?
My right eye popped out again
I hate these wriggly worms,
they are driving me insane

I wanted to scream
but it came out as a groan.
It's pathetic, I must admit
my real voice is long gone

I woke up in knots,
not knowing which way
the wind would blow.

Breath fouled
by a passing cloud,
not knowing which way to go.

A Pigeon flew
like unstuck glue,
disappearing in the cloud.

I shook my head
and looked for bread,
all I could find were crumbs.

The clock struck one
and I ran down,
like a rat amongst the crowd.

Stocks were trading
gold and silver,
bread was least on the listing.

I trudged back to my hole
the Pigeon was already home,
in mock absurdity.

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This isn't about Valentine
coz I dont believe in it,
but it's still about the heart
and how to keep it fit.

Try to manage your stress,
give anxiety a rest,
or annoying life pressures
would lastly take your best.

Cut down the harmful sweets
which put on an extra weight
and follow a healthy diet
before it's really late.

At last a subject to get my teeth into
With that underlying current of pulsating red gold
Yum Bloody Yum

Soft flesh the kiss of death
Or if you like everlasting flight
I is the creature of the night

Yesterday I wore shades but to no avail
The mere thought of day made me feel queer
Bring on the shadows

The night I first had a fright
I had seen all the vampire films there were
Gorgeous woman and lots of blood everywhere

Where do the oceans go?

The waves get lost
tumbling between the shambles
of lived 'pon rocks,
the shells dissolved into crude Fibonaccis
and I have let my spirituality go
for a frank and forgiving answer:

"Mother nature don't give a damn!"

Today was 35 degrees and I joined Sydney
down at the beach where the seaweed
washes up in flocks along the shore.
That coogee smell...

Silent Enemy

They’re getting closer now…
I can feel their eyes
searching for me.

The sound of sticks snapping
beneath their feet.

The sweat on my brow
breaks free in a bead…
stinging my eyes.
Oh God…please help me!

They break through the brush…
my silent enemies.
Knowing they too are hunted
and pray respectively.

Then all at once
with a loud surprise
they fall to the earth
with moans and cries.

Silence again…
with no sweat on my brow.

By: Sharon Jones