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 Mar 2014 EgoFeeder
W. H. Auden
We made all possible preparations,
Drew up a list of firms,
Constantly revised our calculations
And allotted the farms,

Issued all the orders expedient
In this kind of case:
Most, as was expected, were obedient,
Though there were murmurs, of course;

Chiefly against our exercising
Our old right to abuse:
Even some sort of attempt at rising,
But these were mere boys.

For never serious misgiving
Occurred to anyone,
Since there could be no question of living
If we did not win.

The generally accepted view teaches
That there was no excuse,
Though in the light of recent researches
Many would find the cause

In a not uncommon form of terror;
Others, still more astute,
Point to possibilities of error
At the very start.

As for ourselves there is left remaining
Our honour at least,
And a reasonable chance of retaining
Our faculties to the last.
I never did like 'good nights', you see-
They always seemed like goodbyes to me

So instead I say 'until next time',
and all is right for bedtime.
© 2014 Christina Jackson
My **** is in anonymous
kisses of some unknown shore
where the tide undulates to it’s own exotic rhythm
you can call it lust
when playing with fire becomes a necessity
working in the fields towards a better crop
in the age of reckless apathy everybody knows how to smile
having fun because it’s all that is left to do
I am caught in a vice grip
so roll up another because this room is starting to seem real
the sky is either orange or purple or something else
and my cup is far from full
you have to know yourself otherwise
when high tide rolls through you will lose yourself
to pretty cheerleaders and too many consequences
that you let slide
she isn’t very good with directions
which explains how she found herself here
laughing and saying pretty things
as the last light bulb burns out
leaving me in another self-inflicted dark room
whispering my secrets to the moon
 Mar 2014 EgoFeeder
Àŧùl
O mummy & daddy,
You had your chance,
And you had had it.

Now please do not hold me back,
Let me live my life my way,
And I am so very certain about it.

If you're doubtful at all,
You should never be,
Your failures taught me.
My HP Poem #598
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2014 EgoFeeder
ASB
you are delightfully
uncomplicated --
rational, funny,
no-nonsense, no drama,
and with you everything is
simple
and black-and-white.
but me, I'm used
to my life in shades of grey
and intrications
interest me --
what is life without a little
chaos?
oh, if only I could love you --
but all I've ever truly loved
is her confusion
and how delightfully
complicated
that made things.
He doesnt care, why do you?
because the sky is blue,
because pandas eat bamboo,
because Bruce Lee learnt kung-fu,
because after one comes two.

You think my answers are stupid?
well so is your question!
 Mar 2014 EgoFeeder
Traveler
Who can forget
The black that stains a soul
I wish I were a simpleton
Whose regrets could just let go

Yet life is not designed
For any second chance relief
Once  you've crossed the line
You create such new beliefs…
Traveler Tim
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