All/You/I, a poem
Dec02

All/You/I, a poem

by Dave Klaus All/You/I don’t give me a pitch don’t tell me a story don’t serve me pie in the sky tell me the truth the dark parts the hard parts the parts that don’t want to be told, the parts that hide from the sun (toothy little things, hungry for blood, hungry for love, hungry, hungry…) tell me the sad parts, the parts where you’re afraid, really afraid. Trapped in Amber. tell me the parts when...

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Healing from wounds
Nov30

Healing from wounds

by Michael Kullik Healing from wounds Wounded  Child Crying  in  Corner Lost  between  the  years Crying  out  Silently No  One  Comes No  One  Hears A  Prison  of  Silence Surrounds  Me, Into  an  Early  Grave. How  do  I  start to  Breath  Again? Am  I  Someone’s  Slave? A  Wounded  Child grows,  As  Does A  Wounded  Man. The  Wound  Becomes  My  Sword. Like  Tempered  Steel, I  am  strong  again,  Oh  my  Lord. A  Wounded...

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I’m a weak man.
Oct17

I’m a weak man.

by Brooks H. I’m a weak man. I’m not strong enough to live up to this _warrior_ shit 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, 160 years a life. lord knows I try. Just can’t do it all the time. Sometimes I just want to run away and hide. Curl up into a little ball and tell the world to fuck off. Scream ‘NO’ into the face of any asshole that wants me to do ONE MORE FUCKING THING! help in ONE MORE...

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Rolling in the Tides of Ash
Sep19

Rolling in the Tides of Ash

by Ryan Keaton Rolling in the Tides of Ash A speck of gold In a sea of shadows Rolling in the tides of ash It’s getting late and I am tired I step outside myself Only for a moment And in that moment I am free Free to laugh To smile Free to cry Or breathe deeply Free to be myself And it doesn’t hurt And suddenly a whisper A doubtful wind Sweeps across my eyes I fall to the ground Knees to the Earth There is a light that...

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Conflagration – a poem
Apr22

Conflagration – a poem

CONFLAGRATION by Two Crows Calling DEDICATION — For the Dream of the Earth — held by Father Thomas Berry. Tree people roots in mother Amazon, burned alive crucified with whirling blades of steel whipped with chains Blood sap oozes onto the face of the crying mother of us all. Tree people dragged by massive caterpillars shamed with no explanation Caterpillars crawl across sacred ground, hungry, relentless, bright electric...

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I am a man – a poem
Mar24

I am a man – a poem

I am alone No one cares about me, but me I must do it on my own, I am a man You don’t get me, and never will There’s a pain inside that you will never know, I am a man I am by myself, alone without support If I don’t do it, no one will, I am a man I don’t need help, I don’t want help Can’t ask for help, I am a man Hiding from the world, living in shadow Don’t see me, I am a man If I wanted help, you wouldn’t give it Don’t know how to...

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