come & go

[~K]

the earthbound
crawl & scream
until their limbs
& words are spent

this is all

we admire about
the confusion that
links the beginning
to the end

[~K]

wreck me
on your shore

I am
moon drunk

& wandering
without aim

I throw
my voice

towrds
the center

where she
forgets me

I find what
I came for

[Perdida]

wreck me
on your shore

I am
moon drunk

ooh look what i found...those lines ~k, oh my...magnificent!

I need more

[joel]

my chest
is grainy

like sand &
old photographs

and likewise
as broad

peripheral vision
elludes me

you lie
as broad

& you too
ellude me

rejected seashells
lipstick kisses

taste my
whole grain

you're my
hightide marker

[abstroint]

Hit
dead center

hearing
your every wound

Forgetting not
circular symbols

I am
risen fire
born driftwood atop
cresting waves
floating you to shore

Show with me
some synchronicity?

[~K]

floods of
under
currants
drown
out
her
voice
bits of
karma
enchant
the castle
where
reoccurring
nightmares
thrive
I am
the only
living
victim
bearing
witness
to her
crimes

[abstroint]

more?

[abstroint]

more?

[stilltrucking]

more?

more or less

love:

if it don't kill you
it will make you stronger

not hearing every wound
but hearing you

[abstroint]

Bore of misery stagnates in
Tortured minds of memories
Trying to bore a resolute cry through
An unchangeable flurried instance of
Situational dramatizations of courses in
Acrobatic aeronautic crashes into
Walls of crumbling stucco reserves for
Temporally bone dry fossils imagining
Eloquence in conservative movements are
Stiffly stifling especially when performances are
Only always at sunset

[~K]

I'm at a loss
these words
your words
continue
to deconstruct
my best
guess
your road
will bridge
the gap
between
my heart
& thoughts

We will
always
be

apart
this
way

[abstroint]

Creation can be devastating
Destruction beautiful
Dancing mist invasions
eradicating consciousness
Eliminate visions intrusions
Undecipherable coded messages
received to break
Sent away always returns
cyclical movements maddening
Ripened occasions have rotted
still wanting to be eaten
Mist needs to manifest to
stop the rotting fruit
Mental barriers bar fun
Creation can be devastating
Destruction beautiful
Break down barriers

~K your poem is beautiful! or should I say poems are...yes, beautiful!

[stilltrucking]

beautiful poem abstroint
so soothing to my jangled mind tonight
thank you



"Christ is born. we must all eat sacrifices.
We must all eat beautiful women" --St Anne Of Sexton

[serious8]

drifting along like wood
wounded my memories
feeling the rampage
of a shroom delusion
I clutch the moments
and stop the time

wondering to the bridge
I move to the right
to let you
go

stop at the light
move back and realize
the karma
is the dream from the week
before

[the flaming ace]

mercy
madness
alive!
the isle of lesbos
grecian urns
winter wheat
ale and honeymead
don't
stop