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 Jan 2015 Sana
JWolfeB
Streched out
 Jan 2015 Sana
JWolfeB
My joints have dislocated
Stretching out to find the truth
Finding empty bottles
Broken pencils from writing
and a whole lot of ghost poems  later

These times have left me with
Bones engraved by promises
Inscriptions I can't read
Dreams replayed on bad records
Grasping for relief of mind
 Jan 2015 Sana
Traveler
If only
To live in that zone
Yet patterns shift
From hemisphere to hemisphere
Abstractions reside
In the passing of minds
Like manna from heaven
Perhaps
Gather best in the morn

From Artist to con-artist
Manipulation of words depend
On the placement of the wave
In our creative brain

In conclusion
We all return
Sooner or later
Neath the shy January sun
she turns a butterfly
upon the marigold field

Flies now wildly far
amid the yellow and red flower
beyond the bounds of the catcher
in the madness of a child’s dream fulfilled
leaving wind scattered trails of her wings
over the marigold field!
my cover photo.
searching her since.
 Jan 2015 Sana
Elijah Nicholas
Stars
 Jan 2015 Sana
Elijah Nicholas
Had I told the stars
What I felt for you,
They would fall
One by one
And follow me.
R
 Jan 2015 Sana
Jeffrey Pua
Read to me
The living poem
Inside
My dying soul.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
 Jan 2015 Sana
Juneau
2004 BL86
 Jan 2015 Sana
Juneau
just take a moment and think about this
what if all that icy rock didn't miss
and gave our planet a passionate kiss
like a disgruntled lover out of the abyss

what if today, our planet earth did not avoid
the two-thousand and four  b l eighty-six asteroid
could you imagine if we were all destroyed
leaving our spot in the galaxy now devoid

what if today was earth's final dance
and all of known life just ended by chance
mother earth's battered in another romance
does the universe even know of our significance
no

January 26, 2015

fifty-two
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