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 Jun 2014 Faith Inesso
Antonio
You paint a perfect picture.

Full of firey reds
and deepest blue.
A sprinkle of gold
adds the final touch
to this masterpiece of 'you.'

But I've learned my lessons well.
Between the brush strokes,
the color choices,
the vibrant subject,
and opinionated voices.

A deeper inspection finds
a glaring exception.
The missing shadows
and darkened hues.
A blackened soul conveniently
hidden from view.

Deliberate?
Most likely.

Deceit is your brush,
vivid lies fill your pallete.
A habit common among
those whos veneer
is as thin as your canvas.

~~~
Fine powder of the hour,
a blissful blue
Take a wiff
Just a sniff
Arouse-awake
gravity
Let us sink into the earth’s core and melt into the soil,
We shall grow into beautiful flowers and trees

At this hour
nirvana
Euphoric touch
humble momentum
docile caress from a drug
Analgesic-Analeptic
(roxycodone)
Big Time

so I did not make the big time
I was deemed to come up short
my feet would not dance just right
that's what it said in my minds report

my choice of song left wanting
my voice not strong enough
and probably much more than this
these thoughts right off the cuff

disappointed **** right I am
I inhaled the smell of the crowd
for one short moment I came back to life
my soul screaming out loud  

see I can do this I really can
I have so much more inside
though not an idol or a star
but I refuse to hide

hey I'm not raising sour grapes
they did give me a chance
and though I did not show any fear
this glass of wine spilled on my pants

next time around I'll give it more
I'll pretend I'm Fred Astaire
or maybe even the Dancing Stars Max  
feet flying everywhere

I'll sing just like a bluebird
not screech like my backyard friend
I'll be the Phantom of the Opera
I must believe this is not the end

Gomer LePoet...
I auditioned for the local theater play "Spamalot" , and well you get the picture. :(
We all desire
that certain euphoric fire
I want to capture the rapture
the bliss is what i miss

A downers kiss
its comforting caress
comely?
-Yes
A sensation
insensible,
immersing
sinking
earthing,
to use?
perception of muse;
loving affection correction perhaps.
Sunrise
Drizzle
hope
Dismay
drought
engulfing drowning
of confusion

was it all an illusion?

My love for you as a person
was taken
but was braking-broken
you left me choking

I thought we were spurting but you spurned me
Hot
It burned me
Just a bit-
I’ll heal but i’ll never reel
why you feel no feel
I want to heal and be what can only make your light shine bright.
Just declination of the satisfaction
of what used to be correlation- happiness to me.
 May 2014 Faith Inesso
leena
there are some feelings that no matter what you say no one can feel them but you..
We came as a strand of life from the source.

The estuary signalled creation, and finally; the residents spoke back.

There she was on the veranda; a Costa Rican sunset.

He sank pills with beer, and then he promptly disappeared.

And when they burned down the library, all humanity died.

The pixels flared upon the screen: now she is dead.

I surfed meteorites and time, just to see you again.

She planted the seed, then laid down in the soil.

She’s married now I think; I care not to check.

A woman took over God’s role: The results improved dramatically.
E. J., Coles-Jordan. (2014). An Equal Society: A Necessity for Cultural Revolution. Journal of Made-Up Thoughts and Wisdom, 1, 1-9999.
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