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Martin Narrod Apr 2014
Your colors are so heavy, how dare I, I cannot sleep. Years inundated under, through skin coils, marigold fields. Yellow crocuses, orange California poppies. Moors of cattle ranchers, yokes of oxen. Plasticine uber-confidence, silky white-skinned testubular thrice people harmonies. Blisses of contagion, contagious bliss. Wrists and incisors, tying down in a bedroom, waking up to live harps and choruses. You dance like you're so alive, but I'm so alive I can't dance. Or breathe. Or knead my fists of earthen wears, or sell my soul completely. I drove off a cliff last night, but the four foot fall ended neatly. The plateau authors my chance to sew my bright, beyond- my fortunes. But the hour before I fall asleep, seems to be the greatest torture.
How can you not see
The pain in her eyes
As she sits there and cries

How can you not see
The scars in her heart
As it rips her apart

How can you not see
The thoughts in her head
As she wishes she was dead

How can you not see
That three little words
Eight little letters

Is all it would take
i Apr 2014
i know it's late,
but i have to call you,
just to hear your
velvet voice and rushed breathing.

i know it's late,
but i have to know
what are you doing,
are you sleeping, dreaming
of me?

i know it's late,
but darling, i love you,
and i can't survive
the night without you.
Wendell A Brown Apr 2014
An angel came to my world with a message
Holding a perfect triangle in His hand
He asked me if I knew why he carried it
I laughed at him thinking such a crazy man

He placed it down on a piece of paper
Beginning to trace all of its shared lines
And as the image came together so complete
He then asked of me to open up my mind

He explained how its adjoining three points
All share equally the same space in between
He went on to ask me this single question
If I truly understood what it really means

He went on to say how it truly displays
In such a very special and wholesome way
A wonderful side of pure spiritual wisdom
Which many alive fail to embrace each day

The top point of the triangle sit’s our God
With His glory, grace, forgiveness and love
But the two lines which went away from Him
Went to the two creations He was most proud of

The third line reflects Gods strong foundation
A shelter when needing guidance the two would be
But here in the triangle they would be connected
Saying this is the way our lives should truly be.

If as a man you turn your head away from God
You cannot hide away anything you might do
As you are connected to both God and your wife
He shall see and feel all you might plan to do

It is the same for the wife as with her husband
If she ever for some reason chooses to turn away
God will see any paths which she also might take
And nothing would be hidden from Him in any way

The point of the message which he shared with me
Was to help me understand where my heart should stay
He said look at the connecting lines in your life
Sharing and depending will bless your lives each day

For God will love and embrace you both all the time
With His blossoming love in so many beautiful ways
And His blessings will always nourish your lives daily
When in this threefold embrace of love you both stay.

Never mistreat each other a single day in your lives
Treat and love the other as you would love yourself
And when God looks daily upon your steps each day
Your hearts will never in his eyes leave any doubt.
A message of guidance written June 1977
i Mar 2014
am
01.00am--                                                                    
she is sleeping peacefully,
dreaming of him in an alluring dream                                  
that she knows will never come true.

02.00am--
she is now fully awake,
sweating in her wet clothes and
sweat dripping from her forehead
due to the nightmare she just had.

03.00am--
why can't she fall back asleep?
the horrifying dream is still a clear
image in her twisted mind.
she needs him.

04.00am--
all the numbers are written,
the only thing she needs to do is press
the green button on her phone
and call him.

05.00am--
he was *******, to say at least.
nobody wanted to be awaken by a stranger
in four in the morning.
it was a mistake.

06.00am--
she still hasn't fallen asleep.
she stayed up all night.
she couldn't bare to have the nightmare again.
and now she has to face reality.
she hates it.

07.00am--
her makeup is applied.
and her clothes are clean and perfect,
as they always are and should be.
how is she going to face him after
she called him in four in the morning?

08.00am--
she couldn't find him anywhere.
she knew where his locker was,
but still he wasn't there.
she was now worried that
perhaps she was the reason for his absence.

09.00am--
she couldn't hold it in.
her tears fell and fell on the hard ground beneath her.
she couldn't believe it.
he was gone.
and it was all her fault.

10.00am--
she ditched school.
she didn't care about that anymore.
all she wanted to do is be with him.
and that was what was she going to do.

11.00am--
she watched as the blood slowly started
dripping from her newly cut wrist.
she held the tears and the pain in.
she didn't let out a sound.
soon her lifeless body will be found on
her bathroom floor.
but at least, she would be with him.
and that was all that mattered to her.

— The End —