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When, in the world we hate

We know why cats will die
We have eaten crumpets
We drown sorrows in rye
And pencil on floor lets
Our mean existence fade

We are fallen astray

Pluto, a planet?  No.
Zygote: baby, not cult
Fifth he was, James Monroe
Until we're shamed, adults.

Then, the bell rings; we're late.

This is why, boys and girls, SCHOOL IS BAD.

seconds.

Dreams, made to last.
Can we, human,
Invuln'rable
To time and cracks
Morphine and snacks
Snarks and grapefruit
Rage and Entmoot
Tears and whirlpool
Midnight and Kool
- Aid

Be?

under the pavement.

My head is two feet lower than the ceiling
the ceiling two feet higher than my head
My fingers glaze the metal grating
the grating which I pinch to keep my stead
The train is rolling and is screeching
screeching and jostling at union square
The standing strangers are exchanging
exchanging places as they squeeze to exit there
I'm checked-out, weary, and I'm wasting
wasting minutes in the mindless rush of transit
Aware and independent and enveloped
enveloped in the city, as one who stands it

goodbye for now.

A breath is all
we are.  Perhaps
tomorrow today
yesterday we too
shall fade away.

A life too brief
to us.  Unless
in time before time
of time our Lord
ordained it all.

A sigh so deep -
our grief.  But still
though weary down
depressed the rain
turns into snow.

in Memoriam
Graham Stevens (1994-2013)

the bloggers.

Art, Serfy, and Col -

Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

Oh wait. Now he’s Fourth.

....Fourth what?

(Haikus are so amusing.)

live.

It’s a pitter, a patter
A quick-deal matter
A song of gold
A story re-told.

Then it's gone, leaving us afraid to breathe, try, fall.  So, we wait.

We wait for better days…
Or so we say.
We think that time will tell…
Hoping all will be well.

But, there is a voice – softer and more persistent than all the rest.  It resounds in the innermost part of my heart, whispering a warning…  Life is too short.  Too short to not love and to not care – too short to not indulge in living.

And so I choose to breathe, try, fall.  I choose to live.

left to right.

"The rain treads heavy with elephant feet
Leaves fall between the waking summer blades."

"Scars under the umbrellas twice do meet

To steal apart before the glow'ring shade."

Remember?  That was the first poem we wrote together.  I never fancied writing poetry much.  I can't read without getting a terrific headache.  But, how did the move to Ikebukuro treat you?  Back home is still... well, hasn't changed much.  Need a car to drive anywhere.  I thought I'd have more to write.  It's not like we haven't been talking, but I thought I'd be nice and archaic and write you an English letter.  Bit sappy now that I think about it, isn't it?  Too many questions.  You don't need to write back; just mail me when you get it.  Sister's been missing you.  This is the thing about being left-handed: I can't write anything without smudging the paper.  

                       Heard you don't use credit cards over there.  How're things with that?  Can't imagine having to use money for everything instead of credit.  I don't even know why I started a new paragraph, don't have anything left to write.  Spring is coming.  How's the weather?

I love you.

 - Strength

home.

If I lived in a massive library

I would study by the light of the lamps,

Explore the stacks of books tenaciously,

Or cuddle up on the sofas to read.

I would pull out my pencils and paper

Ready to take notes or write to my best

Or peruse my textbook and its author

Drinking in the glorious quietness.

But silence would drain me after a while,

“Is anyone here? Does anyone care?”

I slowly realize I’m only a child -

I can’t go for long without someone there.

                Today I am thankful for family

                The people I live with who care for me.

e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.

"everything is forgivable
I'm young / learning / human / imperfect
forgivable"

I see fire and slaughter and suffering and fear.
"You are not able to serve the Lord, for he is a holy God.
He is a jealous God;
he will not forgive your transgressions or your sins."
{not everything's forgivable.}

not those careless words of mine that slid their way into your belief,
that shuddered your flimsy sense of worth,
misappropriated your reality.
you won't find your way for years after all the damage I've done.

I'm bound to tell the truth. My arguments grieve the Spirit, and here I am condemning myself because of my guilt.

----
I'm smiling at you, don't you get it?
You're not that important;
you don't hold up the sky under your arms.
It won't collapse when you fall.
Hungry needy child you want a lover
Here's my body to warm your own (My own)
I know what you need.

I have heard your cries.
(Why have I made you so?
Seek me and find me.)
I am pleased with you.
It is enough.