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Unravel me
Loosen up the bow, feel the needle pull
Out words I never did mean
Well, you know me

After the bliss, a liar
Gets tired of this
It feels like the truth’s a fire
They play with for kicks
 1d
nivek
fish, locally caught
a neighbours gift

still wriggling
just as smeagol likes them
 1d
Jay Jelly
Sadness hardens
My heart
Searching for a soft
Place to land

Runaround and back again

Some days can
Bend you
Sideways and throw a wrench

In your spokes

Awaiting my destiny’s calling
You assist me
In ALL I do

Step by step every breath I take

Your the answer to my calls
The solver of my
Biggest problems

They are never to big

Scaling mountains is nothing new
Parting waters
You take on

My heaviest burdens

Constantly proving your worth
Please hold them for me
And lessen my load

Far too often

We fail to see
That which matters most
Imagining a paradise

So great and plentiful

Speaking into existence
Safer passages to travel
Hope for all

Healing the brokenness

Drawing a line In the sand
Making a wish
Without saying a word

Hoping it can

Come true and flourish  
Believing that  
Divine intervention

Will intervene On your behalf

Help heal the fragile soul
May the great
Messiah lift you up to thee light

Give you strength

In mass abundance
My deepest
Well wishes

And blessings a plenty to you

Take nothing for granted
Today may be
All you have

The unfair circumstances

Don’t often make sense
Talk about bad timing
A guiding light

May you find comfort in knowing

He’s always
By your side through
The toughest trials

And most extreme circumstances

My heart is heavy
And my prayers
Will always be with you

That’s a for certain promise

The unfortunate events life
May throw at us
Curve ball after curve

Ball to test our will

May seem so unfair
Hard to understand
In the present moments

We don’t have a crystal ball

To predict
The future with
All we can do is give are all

And hope the pieces fall in line

But sometimes
That’s just not the case  
Thee sad unfortunate

Hard TRUTHS OF LIFE  

The PEAKS and VALLEYS
OF THIS LIFE
WILL AWAYS BE THAT

In CONSTANT MOTION

DOESN’T MAKE THEM
ANY EASIER
TO COMPREHEND AND ACCEPT

AND ASSIST US  IN LESSENING

THE BLOWS IF EVEN A LITTLE
FOR ALL THE BRAVE SOULS… ENDURING HARDSHIPS IN LIFE… BLESSED BE THEE ONE  ☮️✝️💟
 2d
Nick Moore
I want to be
Like
Entangled particles,
You and me,
Wherever we are
I'll know how you feel.
Subatomic 'twins' photons created by splitting a single photon in half.
Christ or dollars
I'm on my knees
cross or stud collars
but only if I please.

I need redemption,
successful lobotomy.
Am I the exception
or Rose Kennedy?
 Jul 22
Ami Mathur
How strange it is—
A seeker never gets a glimpse of the swan.
But a reckless peasant sees them everywhere.

Once you stop moving aggressively and take cautious, calm steps,
You’ll begin to see their glimpses all around.

The question is:
How can a seeker turn himself back into a peasant?
Has love turned him into something else?

How strange it is—
In life, we keep running to achieve; to gain; to find; or to discover
Running in and Running out—
Only to lose our souls and the time — it runs out.
A swan unaware—
There was a seeker once who kept her as a reverie
To the grave.
Strange again yet a dearly held reverie.
Will the Seeker ever find his Swan?
 Jul 22
nivek
joined deep as deep is
forever deeper

skin on skin
bone to bone

the great silence
the finished songs.
 Jul 19
Ken Pepiton
will you, won't you
will you, won't you
will you, won't you xchange

reality, we believe, we take agency
we agree aggressive will to cohere,

be here,
on point, first respondent, codefendant,

mental, pause and reflect, what can matter,
what remains unexplained, mere must be there,

dark materials essential for the data we share,
all knowing humans never in history have known,

just, what,
justice, instantiated, on the cross,

wait, face reality, what one man doubts,
another testifies, was what we all must just

believe, like tov ra means nothing more than
good, and evil

and any child can tell the difference,

as if, in reality as made aware we are, among stars,
incredibly arranged in patterns appearing, to us,

as more than any before us could imagine, and we,
first live Earthian sapient writing species, wrote we
lieve be the faith of the ruling majority among us,
as the good books makes many believe, we do, too,
believe that whatsoever and whosover are general
artfully designated pre posed ever what or who
may once upon this very time feel drawn into

the greatest story ever told, on earth, unbeknownst
to any mind let be in Jesus, the fixer of Judaic flaws,

mostly along exceptionalist matters of archeological

reasonings remains from the prophets sawn asunder,
for reasons all Pharisee degrees deny worth under
standing

as if the actual lines attested
to as literal interpretations,
of genuine wisdom manifestations, sought
by the loser, found
by the browser
in ancient cesspits, pearls shat
and left un re discovered
for someday,
someday,
some
day

but likely not this one, this is sleep, not death,
I shut my eyes and think a thanks, truth prevails.
Words wished artful unartful, officially mentally abnormalized... you realize, you did discern some ality re thunk in hunks of burning love. Or not.
I lived in rough waters
the puddles of fathers.
Drama's beauty queens
all their broken dreams.
Go marry your fantasies
give it all on your knees.
Another drink I'm healed.
You were made in a field.
 Jul 9
Thomas W Case
Of all the literary
devices, my favorite
one is living.
There's no substitute.

As poets, we pull back the
curtain to our view of life.
You can shape your craft as
you go.
Metaphors will come all
over the page.
Your imagery will become
pencil-sharp and vivid.
Be patient.

If you don't have to
write, it will be easier if
you choose not to.
There are more enjoyable
activities:
***
Eating a lobster at dawn
Fishing
Swimming
Playing with your dog
or cat
*******
traveling.
Even getting your teeth
pulled can be less frustrating.

But if you must write,
you will.
Try not to ***** when
you are sick to your
stomach.

Paint a picture with
words.
Frame it with phrases.
Shine a light into the
vast darkness of mankind's
soul.
Be the light.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cz70MOS_JX8
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls, they are all available on Amazon.
 Jun 30
Nat Lipstadt
I asked a woman to change her curls to forever straight,
and offered $50,000

(a sum on my mind that day after a
particularly rough day trading),
incentive
to maintain said style in
eternal perpetuity

she has accomodated me now for over a decade+, but
every every, every now
and every then, She pulls me
closer than close,
whispers 50K~ok!,
and hits me with a
hockey checking
an enforcer's hip swaying
pow,
that be
her physio~verbal
hockey stick reminder,
that poets must always pay their debts,
and even
forever, eternal and perpetuity
are included!
&
have no legal  limitations
or
poetic exemptions


nor,
credit,
for time
served

🥴
true story
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