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in the eternal winding sunset
the everlasting bloom
i sit here pondering
our never ending doom.

earth is a prison.
not one of pain
or suffering
or gain

earth is a prison
one we all live in
earth is a prison
of
freedom and thinkin'
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
Amul Garg
Do this, do that
a reward you'll get-
-in appreciation, they said,
but exhaustion they forgot.

Do this, do that,
that'll help your grades
this year they said.
from good to bad.

Don't play, don't play
mug up your books they said
future will be fun they said,
the biggest lie our life has had.

I won't study, I said,
You'll ruin yourself, they said,
Do what you want-
- it's your life, they said,
and I think it was well said.
October Mountains rising
out of the peaceful morning mists.
Like Dragons long in slumber, waking.
As their sides breathe with fiery life
they reach toward the steely clouds
to touch the sky.
© JBM 2010
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
Hilda Perez
Store shelve

Clean up on isle one please
some one just broke a bottle
of aged wine that took
many years for perfection
and now it is being
mopped up and discarded as rejection.

The shelves on isle two look pretty empty today.
Is it because they are full of nuts and chips
that no one wants to stay fit.

What about the fruits
why are they all bruised
by the many hands
that want to inspect
while being hand pecked.

Rolling down the isle of products
that clean and disinfect
seem to smell the best
but we don't see the danger
inside the package
and please don't mix
bleach and meratic acid.

Clearance isle you say
well that is more on my way.
I will take the scratch and dented,
outdated, and smashed boxes
and turn them into tomarrows
better than ever leftovers.

The checkout lanes are full
but I don't have ten or less
so out with express.
I will have to get behind
the last person in register 3
because it is not all about me.

 I will have to get behind the last person in register 3 because it is not all about me.
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
anna
and sometimes it is because the words dry up on my tongue
and sometimes it is because I do not know how to say it

more than often I do not write
because I am afraid.
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
Rhodora
She can't help but think about
What bad could happen
10 months from now
Or 5 years from now
About what bad happened
5 hours ago, or
A couple of years ago
She thinks about it all the time
Horrible things
"Not that bad" things
Her mind is a mess,
A wreck, a hurricane
But you can't see it
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
Mark Boucher
We walk with a shake and a stir,
Continue to glance and flirt,
Sing me until I weep,
Then stare my doubt to sleep,
I held your promised words,
You held me til' it hurt,
Filled hearts until ours pour,
And we'll never ask for more.

You know I feel I could die,
And that would be just fine...
A note for you before I part for Detroit.
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
Sir B
No hope
 Dec 2013 Mitch Prax
Sir B
I have no hope remaining
Constant hate + my depression
Only results in self destruction
Nothing to tether onto either....
WHY? Must there be hate?
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