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[poeticallyprofound]

Used To Medusa

Hemmoraghing another image in my head

Bleached past the acid bath

What underlies, underneath, drawing flies

Rather be wretched instead

En masse, at mass, impasse with an empath

The bullshit doesn't last

Just piles and festers

The blister splits, dire communion, feast on the flesh of

Nuns and saints, the tongues they ate

Don't speak anymore of whores

Deeply rooted

Babylon, demagogue, unspoken by the Gorgon

I must protest

Beneath the breast of the grotesque and gorgeous

Who you have been extorting

Failed to impress

Devil in a red dress

Left me overnight and I've been mourning all morning

[mikefrawley]

Don’t try to stop me!

Curious?  Greetings my friends, literally around the world.  For some reason I’m having a nostalgic moment this afternoon.  I’m thinking of doing something I once did quite regularly, and haven’t done in a very long while.  Some of my dearest long time friends might have an inkling of a clue regarding what I’m referring to, but for the rest of you, I’ll quit trying to play man of mystery and confess that I will be reblogging several of my/our talented friends tomorrow morning in Eastern By God American Time.  :)  Reblogging used to be my passion here, as a few of you may still remember.  I was trained by The Master @poeticallyprofound, and largely through his kindness I went from feeling like the invisible man poet to a valued and in some people’s eyes at least respected member of the Tumblr “Family”.  Thank you my friend.  I always preferred the terms friends and family over followers and community.  This place truly was and to some extent still is a family to this old poet’s heart.  Anyway, I’m getting long winded again, but IT’S ON!  I have about 8 or 9 friends and favorites queued up, and have already thought of a couple more I cannot leave out.  I doubt I’ll ever do this regularly again, as that was a very different time, and a much younger me, but I think it will be fun.  Please check it out.  Who knows, you’ll likely see some friends, and possibly even yourself.   Love to all, Mike <3  

[poetspeakswords]

The sunshine vibrates the colors of my world.

Its intensity careens as clouds slowly glide.

The westbound wind kisses my face

and promises the arrival of Autumn.

The blue sky smiles again.

The leaves have been falling.

Squirrels harvest, they know the

cycle is unfolding.

I stand below the

great drama of the sky.

I live through the strange

lapses of light and dark.

I can sense the peace within all I see,

but my soul dreads the beautiful doom

the winds promised, the fate we share.

But not today.

I reassure my heart,

and return bravely to my

unmastered peace.

[fantodsdhrit]

disguise

cascading fingers, linger. water rushes and i fall into myself; find new ways to swallow tomorrow. a first born baptized, feeling capsized and there's no other way to shore. anchors for ankles, unfound fire, untapped desire; find a way to borrow more. drift pass the hourglass, earth and dirt; debris in degrees. hubris in the mercury, certainly mine before yours. indulge in hyperbole, paint me on your skin to sin. the wind carries ashes, eyelashes; moments that left me thin.

***

i erase her with a word, electrons firing, she coils back in; somedays, i hide behind clouds, lapse in almond swamp, lose myself in her grasslands—she can't discover me; leave my magnet to distract her compass, clean slate, no maps, no dots, no directions, only doubt; she collects firewood, while i work in the field, dust rises at dusk, a sugarcane reed, brocade creator, she, a revelatory supernova; we have sapphire scars, a medley of knives, she keeps score—i ask her to end this masquerade.

[a collaboration with the talented @poeticallyprofound]

[inkfingerprints]

this girl writes fingertip symphonies against the grain of her grey tights at playtime. she wants to sing at show and tell but she’s ashamed of her crooked teeth. this boy thinks he’s figured out the reason why the stars spin, plots saturn’s rings on scrap paper. but he stutters, so he keeps silent. this girl has the kind of kindness that could save endangered species but she spends her lessons picking gravel out of her grazes and shrinking to fit in to spaces where she’s not wanted. this boy’s brain holds sentences like tangled constellations, blueprints to a future bestseller but his friends’ laughs echo from the football field and he just wants to join in. ten years later and she whispers songs in the shower so her mother hears nothing but the drum of water. he was discharged from his speech therapist the other week, didn’t tell her about the anxiety and the stutters of his heartbeat. she is getting a*s in all her lessons but still learning how to be kind to herself. he rests his foot on a stack of books to tie his football boots and fakes a smile.

please teach kids that the worlds they create inside themselves will always be more important than the rules we’ve made in this one

@inkfingerprints

[lunaturberfield]

I have a question, Do you actually exist Or are you just a figment of my imagination? Just like everything else that made me Happy. Disappearing into the darkness, Always appearing in a new body and location. I’m kind of getting sick of this Magic tick: This was never something my parents taught me. I wanna get so high I could float up to the space station. Again. I haven’t seen you since then, But then maybe your existence is a myth; I missed our wild conversation. I think I wanna see you again. -m.s.t | where are you¿ |

[writteninjoy2]

My Tumblr Crushes:

bcourchaine

jayarrarr

purplemonkeysexgod69

ipoetried

tafkas77

deliciousinterludes

ryanwithlions

poeticallyprofound

lovejolynnblr

these are blogs I’ve recently visited, not just seen on the dashboard/home.

anytime you see a crush list, you might check them out.

[poeticallyprofound]

A Promise Not To Go Anywhere

Gamble on the preamble

Bluff, could never get a handle

Or hold a candle

That's up to snuff

Put out the flame by the same name

Of those who never uttered such

But led by example

And it was never enough

A breath by the window pane

Gone before it came

We are meant to be different men

Undefined in the refrain

Along the way, a terrain of emptiness lasts

One day I'll forget how to be afraid

Push past glass

Reflections in the rain

Ghosts in broken homes

There are the motions, moments

Never to be spoken in vain

Underneath a kaleidoscope of hope

Going against the grain

Circles, hurt you

And then they come again

Circles, hurt you

And then they come again

I never know what to expect except

When I read further down the page

Locked and safe, secrets kept

How many skeleton keys get made?

You punch and you scrape

Gnaw and claw

Bet on black because you've already bled on red

If only they'd have seen what you saw

They'd look at Sisyphus sane