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 Jan 2023 Harry Gione
Jay M
Corrosive, corrupting
Tainted to the core
Unbeknownst to himself

Poisoned wine,
He offers, he pours
Whiskey in a bottle
Ablaze in unseen flames
Over a bed of glass
Broken and shattered
Blood boils and burns

Fester in a mind
Linger, spread like cancer
Pain beneath the skin
Seep into the bones
Down into the marrow
Quietly, silently
Enticed to decay.

- Jay M
January 31st, 2023
 Jan 2023 Harry Gione
Steve Page
When youth
When wit
When these weapons depart
May courage
May wisdom
May these tools prove enough
"When youth departs, may wisdom prove enough." Winston Churchill
The Privilege

rare s/he who contemplates the
painting that can only seen from
frame, looking to outside/from within

expelling words, expecting sounds
felling forest trees, a-seizing, but
listening, waving… hearing silence

For we mistake who’s the audience,
we are the audience,
we are

The Privileged

the Privilege
accepting your acceptance,
taking your listening,
listening to your taking


That This! was Granted,
you to us,
The Privilege,
astounding!
for you gave us
art
to create


JAN 8 2023
1:25pm
thank you
for the privilege.
Some people just don't like you,
For no reason.
Some are indifferent to you,
And some try to find faults in you.
29/1/2023
I looked for you under November snow.
You turned colors like the autumn leaves.
You rolled me up like your shirtsleeves.

Where did you run?
You beat down on me as the August sun.
You burnt me with your amber rays.
Disappeared like a needle in the hay.

Where did you fly?
I saw you in the red-hot sky.
You turned windy as a hurricane.
Spun me around like a weathervane.

Where are you now?
Over the moon with the cow?
Or dishing with the spoon?
While I stand here like a prune!
 Jan 2023 Harry Gione
Mitch Prax
Your birth is a
love letter to my soul.
Whether you are near or far,
your existence will forever
adorn this heart.
 Jan 2023 Harry Gione
lyka
Ice Cream
 Jan 2023 Harry Gione
lyka
He knew
he could melt me
with a touch
Dipped his fingers
into my darkness
Burnt his hand
with the pieces still on fire
With a tarred finger
in his mouth
He declared me
sweet
 Jan 2023 Harry Gione
Aditya Roy
I chose to get lost
A smidgen of dust
On your nose
My heart went numb

The storm doesn't care
That my heart is numb
But the waves rock my boat
And make me feel the wind
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