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Nothing looks so beautiful
When the morning Iris unfolds
Her ruffled royal violet robes
Softly as you can whisper
As the first sunlight strobes
A bee moves in with such precision
It's beating wings glide easily past
Your glossy glistening lips
Deep into your yellow throat
So much your petals tenderly vibrate
With the buzz of so much pleasure
Now your secret is safe with me
You need not worry at all

Falling down into a ..... hole of depression. I am sinking further down without no helping hand to guide me. Feeling lower than the dirt on the bottom of your shoes. That you just pick off,throw away. For if I just did not exist I think that would make it easier and make. you happier for you. You will be glad if I just disappeared as everything I do it's not good enough. For if you feel that way why do. you want me to stay. If only want me just to be verbally abused by you. To treat bad I wish I was dead! Do you wish the same ? Maybe you have a worst faith for me? Do you even still love me? Do we just exist together or do you love me? This question I will never know the answer to. Garbage waiting to be thrown away is how I feel each and every day. Does anyone else feel this way?

I didn't mean for you to leave
And so my apologies
I only wanted you to heed the rules
And don't flood this place

I am aware you're so enthused
And that's a very good sign
But keep them in your journal
Then post it one at a time

I assume you didn't read the rules
And therefore you didn't know
Now that you get the point
You must come back and keep the show

I'm sure most of us were affected
But I'm the one who had the guts
To express it as it is so you would realize
Now I know I'm in the wrong and I apologize

I do reiterate most of us seek refuge
From the shadows of the dark
Poetry Corner is a safe place
And you should come right back

I pray

Although I'm faced with so many trials and tribulations I put my best foot forward I braced my other foot as my foundation I accept the struggles of life as my friend to understand the crossroads of good and bad intertwines as one to be able to appreciate and celebrate the gift of life to not be fold or trick and not understanding you will always be face with good and bad you can't have one without the other so I am who I am who are you

death has a strachy gaullist french look,
he officiates"paris gare du nord"..
the bloke,really ,doesn't likes seasoned haikus.
croissants are frozen,
coffee a taste of anorexia..
poets dont go to paris..

Its not red or blue
Its magenta
you are painting it in the sky
i've learn it
but the sun broke it into pieces
i never have your colour
in my hand
if
you still here
i've probably have heart attack
but
you are living in a dream
dream that i was riding my bicycle
around our neighbourhood
you shout
"Arrest Me!"
that night
night that made me
feel sorrow
then you've turn
into erupsion
windswept
becoming dust
piece of particle
and
never come back




Jakarta, 2017

"This Dance"


If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The flood light .... the sunrise...
like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns...

Much like this Dance.



GMS75
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Drifting into the lives
seep into the soul where emotions hide
dark skies were beating me down
with shadows of deceit slashing at
trust till it forever bleeds
with doubt, with pain, with trust
is pain.
When it's time to feed to fulfill
the need to consume a breath
some will rise standing tall
breathing out all the breath from
the voice of a soul.
Acid, the tears of remorse
flow in vain, too late for regrets
save it
for the next ill fated game.
When it's time to feed to fulfill
the need to consume a breath
some will rise standing tall
breathing out all the breath from
the voice of a soul.

While watching rolling waves from the distant there
Past loves come to mind
Bringing me there to here to my place of peace
These tidy sands at my feet

My mind’s eye takes me beyond the wave’s horizon
To dream my dreams of wishes to come, as this eye foresees
Who is out there?
Within and without I and it questions
That calls me past my feet and sand
Where drifts of memory and presence
Entwine and dissolve to paint in hues
Of who, this is, that I am.