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 Apr 2017
Nat Lipstadt
for JmF


some of us live 16 floors above sea level
upon arrogant Jericho walls that can't ever harrumph
Humptydumpty come tumbling all the way down to be
@see level

some of us on concrete flooring,
to an asphalt street mooring,
sleeping safe in a baby's crib bed,
firm mattress soundly, and firmly foolish believing,
no earth belching upheaval, no way Pompei here,
could ere put them at risk of
awakening beneath and below the
@see level

some of us on four wheels,
calling car, trailer, shelter, home sweetest,
having conceptually realized that
real liberty is the mobility of the mindful
when cruising
@see level

most of us envy those who live upon gently
rocking seductive waves lapping  
forgetting that sometimes
the water and the mind demands
your presence down below,
brooking no excused delay,
to an en-graved invitation to meet
@see level

some sleep upon grass soil dirt
not our own, lacking title,
nonetheless, calling it my old Kentucky entitlement,
though not by any state deemed as mine,
for what is home ownership,
upon a sea tempest solid all share,
that owns us, when
@see level

it matters so little where we reside -
foliage coverage, fallout shelter, lean-to,
an in-ground swimming pool or a root cellar,
sheets pulled up to underneath
our see level chins -

it is our minds ever waving  
and surely ever wavering,
deciding for us
where we truly live and how(l)
and never @where,
however modestly,
we distinguish our selves
when we are mindful
@see level

palace or park -
I've slept in them all -
as master and owner,
guest and slave,
in the dungeon and the presidential suite,
home to the haves resting precarious on the backs
of the have-nots
way above the
@see level

but all true men true
acknowledge the surety of their mind for
@ see level
true north intuitive in our common compass
and life's station matters -
not a lousy dollar's worth of whit

cause
we all lie prone in this mind's zone,
in equality, upon the good earth,
beneath god and his changeable erratic sky,
@see level

free floating midst the mind's insightful
signature quality of light hitting the waters of our fluids,
window wonderful for concentrated clarity
for @see level comes
the equality of reality
_•_
any message you send can and may become a poem
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3:03am avril 3 two nought one seven
@see level
 Dec 2015
Traveler
Underdog was cold and tired
When he took his first red pill
Hidden within his ring
On his K-9 finger
It was quite the mighty thrill

******-Doo and Shaggy too
What's in those ****** Snacks
Up against the perils of evil
Yet the snack still brings you back

Mighty Mouse and his magic powder
He snorted magic up his nose
When I was just a little kid
So many years ago...
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2015
Nat Lipstadt
2nd to rise, she enquires
you ready for coffee?

it's only 6:22am

if you're having, I'm having...

she quiet disappears

thinking coffee's coming,
when to this layabout,
it occurs,
she's making
coffee in the ****?

get up, make myself presentable,
track her,
the coffee aroma pulsating,
radar signal emitting

sure enough,
coffee in the ****,
grinding, dripping...percolating

but what I see is
contrast and
definition

appliance white
stainless
steel chrome gleaming,
walnut wood cabinetry warming in
Vermeer sunlight window in-streaming,
a Chagall and Botticelli duet,
freshly filtered
thru a Manhattan sky
and flesh,
freshly filtered

flesh
is not a Crayola color,
or
if it is,
it's more a spectrum,
than a single shade

but this moment morning
flesh is more realized,
as if recognized for the first time,
by a newborn old timer,
who senses the
comprehension tension of circumspection
circumcised differentiation,
flesh knowledge gradation gained

this poem,
a first attempt at
painting a ****
in words

appreciating  task enormity,
for there are currently
insufficient words,
too many striations,
all cannot be straitjacketed to the
vocabulary palette

this then,
but my first definition of many,
of
flesh

so many canvasses,
so many undiscovered shadings
awaiting
****** recognition definition,
composition
July 22, 2015 7:26am
 Feb 2015
Joe Cole
I thought he was my friend
Anyway I shot him three times through the chest
And watched him die screaming in a pool of blood
And now its my turn to die
As they strapped me on the gurney and slid the needle in
I realized it had all been a misunderstanding
When my internet friends fall out and block each other over a misunderstanding then it bothers me
 Feb 2015
David W Clare
When the chips are down the road always bends
Where are they now my fairweather friends?

Estranged and torn, forlorn in the wind

Hopeless and alone all I remember whom I've helped win

Now it's my turn but it seems they all ran out once again

Religion has lied my faith has grown dim
The country I was born gave in to the devil the playing field is not level

I can't afford to live, the prices too high
Where do I go to lay down and die?

D. Clare
Who are they, where are they now?
 Feb 2015
SG Holter
So, this was Monday.
Legs sore from carrying
Concrete up stairs.
Throat from yelling,
Head from thinking; worrying.
Some days I bleed more
Than I sweat.
Bath water pink,
Towels red.
All out of energy and
Band-aids.

I'll do this until I die.
Sometimes I hope to see
Friday.
 Feb 2015
wordvango
with the garbage
burn me with refuse
I have no sanctity
Pyres are not necessary
nor crying
forsake all I was
if you never gave me flowers
while I lived.
 Jan 2015
DC raw love
Why
why am i not happy
why am i always depressed

why do i toss and turn while sleeping
why do i wake with tears in my eyes

why am i hurting
why do i feel pain

why do i constanly eat
why do i constantly cry

why do i drown in my own misery
why did she leave me

why do i feel alone
A little ***** hurts the heart
A little lie belittle relationship
A little misunderstanding breaks friendship
A little hole sinks a large ship
A little wound takes the life out
Little are lethal too.
 Jan 2015
DC raw love
As a walk down this path of death. My mind cannot comprehend the sights. It's not the blood, the guts spilled, the head cracked open, the beaten bodies, the decapated bodies or the disease striken.
Well actually I'm lying I hate blood, but that's besides the point.

It was a life, a life that once had hope, a future, a life to share, caring, loving, and giving person. It was a life.

That hurts me a lot,  but the toughest part for me is the pain and suffering of that person and their family went through. The chaios it brings into lives.

Don't ever think it can't happen to you or somebody you may know, because it can.

We can never prepare for things like this, but life is not all roses.

Know that where in the 21 centry and were in this fast pace life, don't take life for granted. Enjoy everyday, tell your friends and family everyday that you love them.

I'm not trying to upset anyone, all I'm trying to say is live everday like it's your last.
 Jan 2015
Traveler
The smallest part of existence
The atom
Is made up of subatomic particles
These particles
When observed, they seem to be moving
In an orderly fashion
Yet when humans try to measure
These particles
The pattern of their movement
Goes sporadic
Popping in and out of
The quantum barrier
An unknown dimension
A place immeasurable
By any scientific instrument

The act of the human mind intervening
Is the only variable
That explains this phenomenon

Everything that exists beyond
Creation/chance
Started from a thought
The imagination
And then was manifest into reality
i.e., cars, computers etc.

So if enough people intervene/pray for something
To come to pass
It more than likely will...
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