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Geremia Mar 11, 2012

FALL--upated

FALL

And all the heavens
stood watching
in awe
and in the silence
terror brings
they saw
you fall
whirling ever down
to this unholy ground

And deeper
into your hell
echoes of Judas cries
you heard
as you fell

ITALIAN

CADUTA

E poi tutto il cielo
nel silenzio che porta
il terrore
guardava
Lei
che stava
verso la terra profana
cadendo.

Ed a misura al buio
si avvicinava
echi d Giuda
ascotava

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Creatrix Mar 11, 2012

Silly me

No promises no pain, if it was so easy i would be in Haven.
It’s not your fault I’m so easy to broke, I wish I wasn’t
But what can I do now? Just keep my head undercover
And hope to forgive myself for falling in love with you.
I close my eyes and imagine that I’m in different place
Different skin, different soul. But it’s not gonna happened
So what, I’m just me, silly, stupid and naïve me. Forgive me.

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loved Mar 11, 2012

Wondering... .May be Wandering!

I was wondering...
at this age

why we wonder about age
at this stage

all is a mental comprehension,
years is a mere number
old guys perform better
than many much younger

well maybe at some time...
in all and many spheres
including meter and rhyme

K
Kailashana2 Mar 11, 2012

but then, what about that wall of separation?

The empath is victim of her own submission
she will go hungry with your hunger
and she will feed in the ocean of your despair,
her ribs will be your ribs; your agony, hers.
She will burn with your matches and
your heat-seeking missiles in the loneliness
of your hut where you have hidden yourself
in the blindness of your heart. She will war
with your peace until you have laid down all
your weapons, until you have lain in her arms,
embraced like a prodigal child. Like the return
of a lover after the third world war.

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Barbara Writes Mar 10, 2012

Sadly

Sadly

sadly time never lies
when love sprouts then dies
in thorny hearts

sadly truths gets hidden
when deceit takes root
in dishonest words

sadly life gets rougher
going gets tougher
when faces turn their back on you

be true to self
when a fall is shameful
stand tall walk in integrity

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Esker Mar 10, 2012

Kalishnikov

my baby at my side
these worn boots with dust
and sheeps dung
the satchels of old soviet
issue rounds
dust like thoughts to
the earth grind in dreams
upon the teeth and
irritate machinery

tobacco is a sin
unlike the killing
that is accepted by
gods desire

starlight is our night scope
and landcruisers are our
camels
Toyotas with thin skins
easy to feed
and run
no armour plate
and hollow as a drum

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Geremia Mar 10, 2012

HUNGER

HUNGER
no bread to feed
my hunger
no drink to quench
my thirst
a spirit left to its death
scattered pieces of a soul
lost in one breath
my heart beats
a rhythm almost to still.
yet by some magic
or holy thing within
my will gives birth
to a light
bright enough
to endure this earth
and feed the peace
I hunger

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China Blue Mar 10, 2012

What They Don't know

Do not propose to understand
what lives within these walls
Our lives are as individual as we

What came before ,just may be more
Then one can understand
The present and the future days
will find us going separate ways
Living the best we can

Neither I nor you are here to judge
what a person may feel inside
The outer image that we see
May not be true to life

K
Kailashana2 Mar 10, 2012

there are no closet poets

If poetry is the bread, what is the butter?
It gets succinct after that, that first reading
and you're left with an unconscious reflex.
(You want, you ache begrudgingly but never trivially.)
She feeds you lines as if she were your slave
but she's a headhunter eating your
brains for breakfast and your soul for dinner.
He's the master of disguise and you are devoted
with purpose--to love his real face.