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I am ruled by Mars
& inspired by Venus,
love to lie in numeric- configurations,
it gives me a clear view of Heaven
while being engulfed in warm-suction.

Twisting petals & licking
my cobwebs off them
is a sweet treat, but it's
the Earth-shattering floods
that knock me off my feet,
blows me over the top,
makes me
never want to stop.
 Feb 2014 Patricia Tsouros
Renae
Melancholy skies cry out in agony creating
A slick sheet of ice to cover over necessity
Slowing down moments and hours but not time
About the ice rain we had
Guys always say “Oh girls are so complicated.” or “why do girls always have to be so confusing?”
Well gentlemen you are no different
You are just as confusing to us as we are to you.
Why must you fight with your fist instead of your words

Why is it that after a fight you can act like everything is normal?
Do you understand what fighting is?
Do you know that it isn’t just some way to get your frustration out?
Can’t you be more civilized and put those caveman ways behind?

Do you realize when a girl likes you or do you only pay attention to the one that you like?
Do you know what it means when a girl befriends you?
Do you see what is right in front of your eyes?
Hello Open up that brain we all know that you have inside!

Pay attention to everyone and you just might
see the light that is right there in front of you.
Can you hear someone calling you?
Or do you dismiss that voice because it’s not the one you want to hear
Open your ears or you might miss the best thing that could ever happen to you.
She's coming to terms
With the face in the window
One beer at a time
© 2014 Bilal Kaci  
Another bitter haiku, enjoy
o how easily your lips become me,
the burning crimp
of urging kiss,

to depart myself
and wander amongst
thy body holy and vile ridiculous winsome trivial spectacular,

(arm and thigh)
whose sweep and gait is love
made ready for tongue
to impart slowly tenacious,

whose comely hair is course tender difficulty splendrous,

whose moments are singeing exactly innumerably few
(and never enough)


who i have longed for in deepest valleys of untouching cruelty
(to cup thy whole mouth
in my mouth,
to carry it forward
thy kiss a burning standard

into inkset darkest darkness of night



that i might walk without stumbling;





that i might see           )
 Feb 2014 Patricia Tsouros
Morgan
my biggest regret in life
is the way I took
my happiness for granted
when it was at large
and how I failed
to chase after it
with my whole soul,
my eyes,
and both my feet
when it began
to run away
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