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Ken Pepiton Jan 2019
Beyond bread and wine

ineffable.

one year later, I step into this in awe of

fullness,
right?
The quest mark
symbol of the snake facing west or east
¿
standing on the point that sets the plain

so much meaning, so little time.

that's mortality, not life.

quest marked.
a point made
whose horizon meets mine
vanishing point of no return

death may be that idea.
beyond that
now

which lie will you allow?
which lie called lie is illegal? Be lief being
thy will being done by you
on earth whether
or not.

Will you let the liears lie? Lying ears?

was re a son in this mad man's stutter static

tune to tomorrow nonono live for today nonono

die, or don't --do or die

some old guy just looked you in the eye

winked. "zero beat, and wait for the signal."

[a cameo by Radioman of Judging Angels and
Unmazing Grace game fame, after the silence]
Going with the flow, it seems sensible, a syl lable at at time. Sillables have somethimg to to with lips, if you twist the babble legend and bake it in a PIE.
mils Oct 2018
stars run ramped
taken for granted
chaotic formations
of constellations
the darkness beckons
the void threatens
to take what you love
Your freedom, like a dove
Lynx Ng Sep 2018
no longer will i follow
creatures of convenience
trail of red petals
disguised as blood

though your name i cannot forget
regret
may haunt every line
i will etch it on paper

till the essence seeps into fibre
ink on paper
thoughts on soul
what i could give is never enough
Brandon Conway Aug 2018
To be buried due to old age
Is a dream I take for granted
Allow children time to assuage
Not to join blanketed by the planet

Age, a privilege not given to all
Genocide before nightfall
Malnutrition at the mess hall
Drugs calling souls to awol
Avarice causes many to fall
From buildings so so tall
methanol,
                cannon *****,
                                        alcohol
Death dealers always on the call

But to be buried due to old age
Is a dream I take for granite
tonight
and tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow
Every time it comes
The air burns
We suffocate but still
Everything is good

No, no drinking
Nor eating
That's the term
Through the sacred month

Every smile has its tears
Every game has its rules
Every start has its ends and
So this sacred month

Still we hope to be
With you again
Still we hope to see
You come back to us again

It's either we stop
Nor time stops
It's either we take all the chances
Or we take everything for granted

Choices are in our hands
Has always been
Since the first time
Our heart beats

Be wise or otherwise
Goodbye Ramadan, may He accept all our good deeds ❤
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