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Infected

Posted by Bsklgn on May 15, 2017 at 11:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Im infected by the genetics you passed to me

Poisoned by the soul I inherited from you

An evil sickness that ran through your veins 

Now courses through my own 

Our black hearts beat as one

A synchonization of genetics and fate

Each day I become more like you

Angry, Violent, Drinking

I can't stop what God has decided 

I cant stop the infection from spreading 

The Shakespeare Man

Posted by DE Navarro on September 8, 2016 at 5:00 AM Comments comments (0)

Hope I'm posting this in the right place.

The Shakespeare Man

 

Alas my friend perchance that we should see
the twilight, Oh, the end of verse in rhyme,

or ever we should suffer such a fate
become the endless slaves of ever-time.


'Twill be such time I roll within the grave,
for long I've...

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Freedom

Posted by Tammy Hendrix on August 17, 2016 at 12:40 AM Comments comments (0)

I found a flicker weary
Fading in dusky solitude
Beaten over in persecutions
Damned through self-flagellation


Carrying burdens that don’t belong
Bruised by those who would use
Betrayed time and time again
Tormented and terrorized


Standing reserved, an observer
Untouched still, depravity lost
Kept for a higher purpose
Here to love, to be treasured


I found a flame wild
Blazing in moonlights g...

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untitled

Posted by Bsklgn on August 4, 2016 at 2:35 AM Comments comments (2)

Through smog and smoke

Past the bleeding oak

Beneath a misty cloak

Is where she did choke


I found her upon the grass

Her eyes shown like frosted glass

Her limp body, forgotten brass

Who could do this to such a lass?


Whispers came from the wood

I crept closer than I should

In the distance a tall man stood

His face obscurred by a hood


And with a shout he ran away

Farther and farther...

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Bloody Monday

Posted by Bsklgn on August 4, 2016 at 1:30 AM Comments comments (1)

Black Monday, Bloody Monday

A rain of liquid pain

Drowning me, saving me

Long forgotten tears


Beat the man into the dust

Pay for his sins;

Greed, Envy, Lust


Treason against your family

Traitor to your son

The lies begin to unfold now

You should start to run


Drugs hit now; Faster, Harder

Blood pools in the street

When I catch you, Ill grind your bones

And pulverize your meat&...

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I Will Walk on the Earth

Posted by Cutter on July 23, 2016 at 2:15 PM Comments comments (1)

I will walk on the Earth,

my shoes left somewhere far behind me,

toes curled in the grass, sand, dirt,

cool in clear waters, caked in mud,

marked by the miles passed,

I will walk on the Earth,

unfettered by strangling convention,

unbound and laughing

with the wind…

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I will pass by the fences,

through gates, barred doors, over borders,

marked with signs, sigils, warnings,

climbing walls that interrupt the...

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Wind Until Dust

Posted by PeteK on May 26, 2016 at 11:15 PM Comments comments (0)

I couldn't see past that cloud,

that dust storm―underneath it there was nothing

I could call my own. Whatever was there was for others.

When the dust came, the obliteration

was the only vision of home I had―of nothing owned,

of nothing abandoned.

After all, those are the things which measure a life.

 

The One Man Show was salient,

but I'm so tired now―that show can go dark,

still, it was okay to have be...

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Untitled

Posted by Bsklgn on May 10, 2016 at 10:40 PM Comments comments (0)

I wish that hell would open

So I could see your pretty face

But I wander here alone

And I'll leave without a trace


 

If I could see you one last time

If I could know that you were fine

I could die happy knowing

That you're still alive


 

I wish that hell would open

You could gaze down from above

From your place up there in heaven

And know that it's you I love


 ...

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Flowers

Posted by Bsklgn on April 30, 2016 at 1:05 AM Comments comments (0)

Flowers

Petals blowing in the wind

New life grows

From ashen lands and broken dreams

Sprouting from my grave

I rise to meet the spring

Moments Are Idyllic

Posted by PeteK on April 12, 2016 at 12:20 AM Comments comments (0)

 

 

it was a silly rumpled straw hat for summer

with a ribbon and a bow

worn by a still young woman in the breeze

on her way to Union Square Park

Taking the F Train in a snug linen blouse and dungarees

somewhere between cocktails at the Brevoort

on lower 5th Avenue and too much coffee anywhere

because moments are idyllic

Life is speed and affected exits

singing and self-talking like a transformation