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 15h
IrieSide
An electric force,
more resonant than
ten thousand suns

filtered a rhythm,
from universal fabric
the tear caused a glimpse,
into the infinite

he the sinner, he saw a star
something beyond the chains
and far from misery

catch this electric
and vibrate it from
your fingers

an electric frequency
more confident
than doubt

venture forward,
and trust in time
this magic force
of
synchronicity
electric.
 15h
badwords
I read
what you wrote.
It is beautiful,
and not mine.

I have laid those bones to rest—
not in spite,
but in mercy.

Your voice is strong.
Let it carry you forward.
I won’t follow.
But I will listen
from far away,
in peace.
In the balance twixt the can and can't,
Heartache in the shall or shan't
Dispute then in the do or don't,
Right or wrong in will or won't?
The measure of an in or out
Or distancing from what you flout?
To seep your days in earnest flight
Perhaps you should, perhaps you might?
Hovering betwixt, between,
Glimpsing some but seldom seen?
This heart which longs to feel it all,
Remote, alas, in vague recall!

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A spasm of endeavor in questing for the essence
of Jamadhi Verse's Lyrical, "Old Haunts"?
She standing there with her gin and tonic
Holding it like a cross ripe
for a cruxification

She turns to smile making sure you see her
Pouring out wiles of affection on the somebody new

It's like an arrow through you
Cutting deeper than the burbon on your breath
Is it her way of making up a test ?
. . . YES !. . .

Well it's sometime between midnights
It's anytime all of the time
She holding the arm of leaving
The attention of her new guy

There's no amount of Bourbon you hush
It can't flush away the ghosts

And it must be between the midnights
It must be the last of last calls

The band's quit for the night
The pianist twinkles on the keys of exhaustion
I whisper to the glass of ice
Everything's going to be alright
 7d
nivek
the painful truth
a distant past

journey undertook
a trust in love
 May 20
Maria Etre
I watched a movie the other day
the intro credits
were more of an intro
to you in this space
sober and aware
the air in between
well at least for me
felt different

The movie commenced
till a tune
a soundtrack
hit a scene
I nestling on the floor
beneath
felt
his feet
beat
to the beats
following the per second
theme

He's never seen this scene before
nor the movie as a whole
that's how you know
music runs through
his veins
without him
saying a word
tap tap ... wait tap
tap tap tap...wait tap tap
till the scene ended
he came back from his trance
he was watching the movie
again
In the winter of
My darkest sadness
A candle glows,
Tiny and so far away.
It gives the darkness
A focal point and I
Struggle my way towards it.

Another candle lights my way.
I don’t know where it came from
But it makes a fearful journey
So much easier to manage,
And I eventually will dance
On thistledown to
The music of the Skylarks
In a sun-filled, cloudless sky.
  ljm
Working to chase the blues away.
the crows care little
for the mist

the snowmelt
or the palleted rain

they call
and carve the air

above the park
where do they go

after dark?
in their night silence

what do they think about?
elsewhere

something stirs
from its winter slumber

elsewhere
something uncoils

from its tight darkness
do not concern yourself

with the heavy details
of life

with the weight
of things

that sometimes swing
against you

find a place
with quiet light

and sing
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