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Submitted by Geremia on Wed, 2012-08-01 18:41

CORRIDORS

down corridors narrow
stained death’s yellow
blinding headlights speeding
above white masks glare
into forgetful sleep I plummet
unaware
into the womb waiting
again..

3 in 1 icecream

Submitted by loved on Wed, 2012-08-01 13:33

Three in one
dream……………….
I liked the poem of yours
All about your dream
shouting at each other
the balloons burst
the thunder thrust..
my what a curse
then suddenly the circus guy came
on a flat tube cycle
as it won't push...
he had to run along side
with it
then the two yelled in
Laughter
mother and daughter ...
both were enjoying the same dream
suddenly both combinedly did scream
laughed their guts out,..
how was it possible..

butterfly

The Contortionist

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Wed, 2012-08-01 11:03

The talking monkey hurls a bone
into the past
in the present, the matrix is shattered

humanity is bereft of logic, love
and compassion when the Star of David
falls into the money pit,
the cesspool of an ancient lineage,
tracing one's ancestors back to the
time that should have been forgotten
had it not been for the vengeance
and the wrath of old Gods worshiped
like those who would be President.

Another day falls into history. Another
bone is hurled through this page in
the infancy of human kind.

My Friend Flicker

Submitted by docmaverick on Wed, 2012-08-01 09:21

A spark igites
and the rest is history.

That lone, single spark
is responsible for it, all!

The laughter, tears, and anger,
depression, giddiness, and regret;

all were each but, a single live-wire.
Once lit, ther is no turning back!

However, it's the moment that decides
which avenue shall encompass

where the fire shall burn,
and exactly who should be holding the flame!

Marionette Accountz

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2012-08-01 01:40

slit thin wafer view
the notch knife tales

delusions entrance
the glare of the lamps
the subtle art of life
in sinew hinge

makes heart twinge
the small reticent
play of a band

these deft wing strings
employ the trick
in a mesmerized
gathering
caught up in the
thick

of the drama plot
tell

that hearts belay

Writer’s Block

Submitted by arja on Tue, 2012-07-31 23:53

There’s a cloud in my head
Threatening to sabotage my youth
The free flow of wisdom
Succumbing itself to silence

An eternity of deliverance
Gone out of nowhere
A place of prejudice
Where sanity lives abundantly

There are others who suffer
The same state of numbness
A hollowed inside
With nothing in between

What’s the sense in telling?

Have I gone mad…thinking?

No! Nothing…

…and the cursor keeps on blinking…

Help! Police!...

Submitted by Geezer on Tue, 2012-07-31 19:01

The sluggish air of a steamy night
Muffles the stealthy sounds
Furtive movement held back from sight
Whilst I made my rounds

My hearing rang with nervousness
Heart pounding with adrenaline
My brain was trying to assess
What could all this really mean?

My eyes beheld an awful sight
Did I really see?
My skin crawled and I took fright
He was on bended knee

Pools of blood and flashing blade
Made my stomach churn
From unholy meat, thin steaks were made
But, from the sight, I couldn't turn

Invasive Presence (eddy styx)

Submitted by Candlewitch on Tue, 2012-07-31 10:57

Invasive Pressence

intruder of
my sacred space
how dare you show
your wretched face

to my door
you make your way
taunting me
both night and day

I well know
'twas your intent
to inject venom
now 'tis spent

you sneeringly
fake sympathy
while standing there
and mocking me

in my domain
triumphant thing
your wretched wrath
will surely sing

now aware of
your mistake
I see it plain
and watch it break

A Distant Longing

Submitted by Kailashana2 on Tue, 2012-07-31 10:54

Shadows step into
the moon's light, elongate
into imagination....

Here
amoung cave dwellers
painting the scene of an ancient hunt
I am
a dreamwalker walking through the
red dust of desire

The sea is a symphony--
I hear waves crashing
a thousand
cicadas climbing their insect legs
into the drum beat of night

Into the rhythm of blue violins
playing a tzigane rhapsody
the veil of day falls
now
the dream meets the dreamer
a thousand nightfalls ago

when we were Titans

Submitted by Seren on Tue, 2012-07-31 07:17

once upon a time
we laughed

clutched hands
and loved shamelessly
fearlessly protective
when her back was turned

I caught every arrow
dodged every snare
swallowed every poison
until I gasped for breath

reaching for a hand
that is no longer there

once we were Titans

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