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 Dec 2015 moss
mk
he was the kind of boy her mama always warned her about
eyes full of mischief and words full of deceit
but, oh God, when he spoke it was as if the clouds would bow to him
& the mountains would crumble in his presence
the way he cocked his brow and gave her that sultry smile
sent her round and round as if she was on a never ending ride

he was like a bottle of sweet poison
addicting, even though it's bound to **** you in the end
she knew she'd never be able to look at him and see her future
but she saw in him her present and a world left unexplored
she knew how much she would be giving up
if she died without knowing if the lips which spoke the sweet words
tasted as good as the words themselves
she knew she would never be at rest in her grave
if she never felt the melody in his body combine with her own symphonies
running her hand down his spine, discovering the mysteries often left unsolved
she knew she would regret it if she let him open her book and read her
but a greater loss would be if she never read his

& so she gave in.

his eloquence was her personal brand of *****
and tonight she was intoxicated all the way up to cloud nine
his body in the moonlight was like crystal under the sun
she just couldn't look away
his nails carved words of wonder in her back
and his mouth tattooed poetry between her thighs
it felt to her as if the words he etched words on her body
were even better than those spoke on the stage beneath the spotlight

with eyes full of mirth and wonder
she looked at him like he was the only star in the night sky
no,
boys like him were beyond stars
*boys like him were galaxies
 Dec 2015 moss
phil roberts
There are times in my life
Just occasionally
Out of a clear blue sky
For no reason at all
I become overwhelmed with sadness
And I could not tell you why
It does not last long but,
While it does
I could choke on my heart
And I really don't know what I'm sad about
After all
There's so much to choose from

                                      By Phil Roberts
 Dec 2015 moss
Mike Hauser
~Friends~
 Dec 2015 moss
Mike Hauser
I have a good friend in this life ya'll
That when good times come along helps me sing
And when things turn out bad they too are sad
Sharing in my misery

We have known each other for years now
Not saying it's always been an easy breeze
Ain't that how it goes with those we best know
Still all along we're both good company

Not one to get in each others business
Nor give out unwanted advice for free
We'll laugh at the jokes that only we know
Because of our history

We may not see each other for ages
But still there at the drop of a coin
Without a doubt always there to help out
With whatever is going on

If you ever find a friend that is like this
Grab hard and hold on to them tight
They will always be there no matter where
Because they are friends for life
 Dec 2015 moss
SøułSurvivør
---O---
^^---^^/\^/--^

the winter Sun is birthed
between the knees of the hills
crying and smitten by the morning star

alone, it makes its cold way
through grey skies
an albatross of tarnished silver
bland and unimpressed by the
roiling cloud cover

it will peek its way out at times

traversing the frigid sea of sky
it finally drowns with a whimper in the
maw of the mountains

to be reborn... made glorious summer...
in the Antipodes


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/5/2015
To some death.
To others life.
 Dec 2015 moss
SøułSurvivør
cannot be earned. cannot be bought
cannot be grown upon a tree
this is what your work taught me...

to be a butterfly of tin
tough. resistant to the pin
to be a rhino made of paper
traversing planes just like a vapor
to be a tigress of silk
giving young pure mother's milk
to be a light. to ne'er expire
to be a flower made of fire

to express my feelings
reveal my hopes
find the humor
in my slumps
to find my weakness
feel the pain
find relief in its refrain
to smile and not feel guilt
gilt the flower... it will wilt!

to say what I mean
mean what I say
leave duplicity today!

to flow with ease
to turn a word
however banal
or absurd

absurdity is apt array
for the world of today!

to listen on the written page
to be a child
to learn

to rage!

this is what your work has taught
I may not learn it as I ought
but it always brings on thought
so know your struggle's not for naught
you're a flame that's burning hot!
in amber each penstroke is caught
I will, each war, have fully fought
I won't be fearful
never fraught...

this your poetry has taught!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/5/2015
I've learned something new every day
from you ALL.

THANK YOU!
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