April

Thoughts

Ready on the mark

To squeeze through leaden lips.

Eyes eerily stuck

In grey

Hold onto soft sadness

No,

We won’t share 

Our pain-gnawed days

The stars never cease after a storm

What the flesh hid

Is no more

Broken

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It’s Ours

there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing

that gentle pure space

it's worth centuries of existence

say

just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch

that space
there
before they get to us
ensures that
when they do
they won't
get it all

ever.

-Charles Bukowski

RE-BLOG DAY ON BRAINY VERSATILITY!

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What that means is that I am going toRE-BLOG the latest Post of any of my Subscribers on WordPress and Other Social Media Sites. This is also a way to interact with one another to expand and grow. Let’s learn from one another to succeed as bloggers and on. Multiple Heads are better than one. There will be a lot of RE-BLOGGING to pass around so you guys can get some more exposure to your site.

Everyone will get a chance for their Post to beRE-BLOG eventually. EVERYONE WANTS MORE EXPOSURE NO MATTER HOW BIG YOUR SITE IS ALREADY! THERE IS ALWAYS ROOM FROM IMPROVEMENT. Anyone can help you get that extra exposure either the upcoming bloggers or established blogger. It is a way to get the…

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It’s In The Silence

I watch as you sit

Unblinking.

There’s a teardrop on your left cheek

Containing all of our years, broken

This tastes pretty good

But there’s no teardrop

On your left cheek

And I’ve lost my appetite

So, we lie beside the silence

Cold-

Like a sting

A dare

A secret

A Journey

Woman in the mist, billowing

Silent as the clouds,

Her fierce steps hurt the earth:

For her dead children.

The silhouette of a bird
Frozen cold, eyes staring

Into green space

At the

Earth and Sky, in one breath
What mighty enemies, those two

Truth isn’t always bitter

Oh sweet calamity.

Eyes set in a wooden smile
She heads for the sea, one last effort

This dreary place holds hope

She knows this things