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Indeed? - a 'Found' poem found on the
Surrey Campus of SFU, Dec. 24, 2015
who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's
fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he
think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
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think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
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fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
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who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he
think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's
fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he
think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
who does he think he's fooling? who does he think he's
fooling? who does he think he's fooling? who does he
think he's fooling? who does he think he's fooling?
(Greg Cameron,BA(Simon Fraser University), MA(Western Washington University), former Ph.D. candidate at Queen's , Surrey, B.C., Canada, December, 2015)
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Greg Cameron, BA, MA
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She's not coming back
because she was never here
you have to know her
being from the same place and all
just who are you to her
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Anonymous
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She's not coming back
because she was never here
you have to know here being for the same place and all
just who are you to her
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Anonymous
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Gotcha
she twisted every limb,
dragged him down every road
till at last she abandoned him
there was nothing he could do
- but she crept once again upon him
he dyed his hair, styled it
a certain way
he applied colours to his face,
lost weight, started to walk/talk
just so
he bought coloured lenses
he twisted on his heels,
threw his hair a certain way
till at last he paused in
front of a mirror,
studied himself
he was the spitting image
"Gotcha!" he said in
an undertone
and he kissed himself
in the mirror....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - and, no, this is based on absolutely nothing at all. Merry Christmas, folks....)
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Greg Cameron
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Stamp
they stamp your hand
no matter what
it won't wash off
and wherever
you go
people smile at you
knowingly.....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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No Point
no point screaming in
anger or frustration
no one can hear you out here
even if they could
they wouldn't care
no point dreaming
it'd only be interpreted
and once that starts
there's no end of it
grab your wrist
do you feel your own heart beat?
look in a reflection
what do you see there?
you blink
perhaps in disbelief
maybe you'd do it anyhow
throw a rock
who knows where it'd land?
I don't
your cheek reddens
anger or are you touched?
I tried to touch you once
you pulled away
I feel so cold
your warmth would be welcome
cast things at me, insult me
I don't care
it's nothing new
tell me your life story
I'd listen
I promise not to make fun of you
let's have a cup of coffee
or watch the sun set
let's push back the branches,
see what's on the other side
are you still with me?
not in a panic,
are you?
so far so good
Time's running out
Time runs off
Time runs on
I know it's confusing,
but that never bothered me
it's where I live
let's wrap around each other
togetherness or trap?
dream or nightmare?
let's find out together
what is there left?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Which Way/Wrong Way
wish I could, but I can't
wish you would,
but you shan't
point to the sun
might as well blame it
as anything
no stars here to take the fall
clouds rush to cover things up
birds dot the silence
just where the hell are we?
mountains so far away
the sky stretches to
the point of snapping
not the season for flowers
how should we proceed?
yesterday? tomorrow?
all points between
just points
rustle, noise, distraction
no still points here
the flitter of events
polyphony turning to cacophony
all decisions wrong
might as well go this way
all steps by definition wrong,
confusion fatal,
but there is
no going home....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada -incidentally, it's snowing at this end ....)
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Greg Cameron
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Prints
the crows
are gone,
but they left
their claw-prints
in the
frost....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Vision
worm on a grey board
just above a rusty nail
grass clutches around the
edges
dandelions angle
for advantage
slugs are neither here nor there
a fern droops
and a crow,
not knowing just what
you're up to,
takes wing
against the glare of a sun
that would burn out
your eyes....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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A Catch
you shoot a duck
it dies
the others take off -
you lie facedown
on the surface of the water
no one is left
pieces of vegetation nudge you
insects resume
their skimming
the sky waits
in white reserve
your hands reach out
as if for something
perhaps someone will wade out,
grab you by the neck,
pull you ashore,
look you over -
after all you are
the day's prize -
he'll throw you in the
back of the truck,
rumble home along
the twisting road
and when he gets home
the family will flock
- what a catch! -
talk, cups of coffee, more talk
at last the moment is at hand
- and he takes you out back
and cuts out your guts....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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The real Pandora didn't have any arms
just fingers where arms should be
she lived in the woods
with the face of a donkey
no one wanted to see
She was a prostitute but unsuccessful at it
sure dying old men liked it
but even then there was never a happy ending
on the list for a face transplant
but with no looks there seldom is a face daddy
no one is going to buy you a face
and you buttocks look more desirable
Satan doesn't even want a woman who looks like feces
and correction tape wouldn't help.
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bae
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Not Necessarily a Religious Metaphor
I see you through
my glasses, but
not necessarily
darkly
- come let us
join hands
and proceed towards
the light....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Dec., 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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I would
Swallow you whole
Lap up the juice
Tongue-deep in me
You feel like paradise
Vacation on a white sand beach
Every lick is heaven
Take me anywhere
The sky was never a limit
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Anonymous
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Too Late
forgive me if I'm confused
the tramp of Time a little too loud
clouds skittering across the sky
the moon and sun revolve
as if a child's hand were at the
handle
the sweep of things
washes everything away
who counts the grains of sand?
seaweed clings in vain
I walk, one step before the other,
knowing whatever else
I proceed
cars pass
I know not whence they came,
where they go
the plane in the sky could fall,
but it doesn't
I feel the urge to dance
but know I'd look the fool
I clap my hands
startle no one, nothing -
sounds whirl
none of them aimed at me
I see people at a distance
but can't make out their faces
some appear to move
I try to remember,
but memories aren't what they used to be
I laugh at my own ridiculousness
I'd look into the sun and go blind,
but, ah, too late....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canad a)
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Greg Cameron
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Tina was everything to me
I was so in love
I never loved anyone
Oh I thought I was in love so many times but
I never knew what love was until she ripped my heart out
she ripped it out again and again
so many times so easily
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Anonymous
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Dumb as they get sharp as a ball
so into the nothingness
braindead ta rd
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Anonymous
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So Long Ago
I think I hear you call my name
in the middle of the night
I get up, look around
nothing there
the moon hangs in the sky
a sickly yellow
the stars polka dot nothingness
the television is not on
the calendar marks a date -
but this is Eternity
even the cows can't be
bothered at this hour
are there drifters in the barn?
someone in the shed?
a car on the road
lights its way then
disappears
the phone doesn't ring
I decide to go back to bed,
pull the covers up,
and look at a beam of moonlight
illuminating a framed photo
of what which happened
so long ago....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Dumb as a box of rocks but you still find your way back here
a homeless angel without gas money who refuses to work to get meds to cure the snatchwarts
dumb as a box of pand roc ks
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Anonymous
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Trigger
you put the gun to his
head,
thought about it a moment,
then
pulled the trigger
it made more noise
than you had thought
seeing him there
dead on the floor
you found it
perhaps
something of an anti-climax
- no doubt it probably
struck him
quite differently....
(Greg Cameron, December, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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some day is no day like to day
yet every day is unlike Monday
but one day will come like a birthday
and it will be a good day to holiday
unless of course it is not near pay day
which then it will all feel like Mayday
but any day would be better than yesterday
when once again there was a hay day
when instead of pulling out the fun day
you pulled out the cray cray
what was that you say
you have in you no brave
well let me pave the way
so you can wave the day
while I rave your wave
being swallowed by your fave
deep down in the cave
the mechanical maze
is the only praise
for you alone
are no match
to take me to my zone
at least a batch is needed
in order for you to not be defeated
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go big
-
look out for that flying
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Anonymous
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You'll think what you want
-Yet-
proof you never knew me
At all
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no pressure
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Gem
I give to you
this gem -
turn it over and over,
look at it, hold it
against the light
it has, you
may note,
an imperfection
ruins its commercial value
one would suppose,
but, on the balance,
it is rather beautiful -
is it not?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Can ada)
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Greg Cameron
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why would it make a difference you don't love anything and everyone at the same time there will always be someone to pass the time with your so mixed up you don't even know what you are
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Anonymous
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Happy
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Anonymous
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Thank goodness for dreams
because
there
You never left
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stupid oyster
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Your turn
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Anonymous
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Mercy
Time strips the leaves
one by
one
and you stand
grey, barren
reaching for the sky
in supplication for
mercy that never
comes....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada
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Greg Cameron
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I think you gave me a clue?
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Anonymous
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This year has sucked almost as much dick as
I have
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Anonymous
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A fart popsicle?
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Anonymous
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shield me censor me cover me blind me
water me down reduce me change me
dummy me down layer me in lies
tie me in tales shower me in scandal
stage me to shine in a different light
hold me hostage and handle me without care
twist me to talk a tall telling tale
bag me up like garbage and price me like paradise
freeze me and suspend me in the form you prefer
eventually the true state will unthaw only to reveal what you have been trying to conceal
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Anonymous
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its odorless
so it has no real punch
its powderless
so it has no real force
its selfless
so it has no real focus
its painless
so it has no real merit
its pointless
so it has no real shock
its fearless
so it has no real awe
its pressureless
so it has no real push
its without all the ingredients
that are needed to make it something
its not allowed to be all because
you have taken it to extreme and stopped
it from being seen for what it truly is
which is not what you think its suppose to be
but really its just an illusion if you break
it down into what it is instead of looking at it
as if it were suppose to be what you think it means
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Anonymous
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she is a bitch born of fault
I am but a mere mirror of that reflection
once put inside her confines of imperfection
she has no grip to gripe about anything at all
bury that bitch before the frost takes over the ground
I am the force to be reckoned with not once but in all
there is no woman not even her who will worm their way
for I am what I am and not even for her will I change
she is to be loathed even under my heels I walk on her
her cents do not matter because she never makes sense
time is of no concern to me as is she to me the bitch
even for a moment her mobility proved no match for me
I am above all else and no one not even her could see
my ingeniousness is my cloak and my tongue is my dagger
I got her good so now she knows she is a case closed!!
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oddly
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That's your tree
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Anonymous
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every bit of everything is always a ways away
not nothing but something is clearly at stake
there is more to their story then they share
once in awhile there is a style more often then not
someday will bleed into today and result in tomorrow
sorrow is as it does when it has no other place
will the hope turn into nothing more than long ago
where did the fun go how did anger set into his face
treats are like tricks as signals become crossed again
room has no way but now avoid the vortex of confusion
creating an illusion of what was and should have been
if only they were realized instead of demoni zed
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Anonymous
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Answer
I try the door - locked
I kick it in
flies off its hinges
too easily
I call, but there's no one
rats have left pellets
spiders have left intricate designs
to gather dust
I kick the broken glass
obscenities scribbled on the walls
by kids
who no doubt thought it
pretty funny
at the time
I go upstairs
a mirror but no bed
it still reflects
look out the window
then head down the stairs
find the entrance to the
cellar, but
it's too risky
even for me
a calendar in the kitchen
some stains of God knows what
on the counters
outside the entrance
is a dog house
but no dog
ferns invaginate themselves
leaves fall to the ground
but no one to rake them
up
you lean on the barbed wire fence
no cows
though there is a trough
and plenty of
worm-infested cow turds
you step into the tall grass
at a distance
near a cluster of small hills
a tree reaches up
and as you approach
crows look up at you,
decide you are bigger
than they are,
and depart without a sound
black wings spreading
in a grey sky,
leaving you with many questions,
no answers,
and a cold wind
that makes you shiver
in spite of yourself....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Just talk to me
Stop dissapearing
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Anonymous
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one day you will see I am not the enemy
I do suspect though that day will appear
after the magic in me disappears into nothingness
looking for me so you can confess but I will be gone
only to leave you with memories and a pile of songs
that you replay until you find traces of me
always telling you that I truly was not the enemy
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Anonymous
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Pray for Paris Hilton
she has to buy those big money boots
pray she gets off the needles
and god gives her coupons for toot
pray for Paris Hilton
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Pray for Paris #prayforparis hilton
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I know she's not what she says but I can't do the right thing a delete her my mind thinks maybe I can have something with a person that doesn't exist
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empty dreams
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free falling in a void will eventually feel like standing still
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Anonymous
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Be a gentleman.... make sure she cums
Four to one
Yes, I am keeping score, fuck you very much.
Not worth the $70
Especially since it's all you're good for
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iliterate and big for nothing
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Goodboy and Joe
Goodboy paid me nicely
if I do say so
always a holiday until the bar closed
Goodboy paid me
and it was money
Joe just wanted it
like a pig roast
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wine time
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Sausage lady tells me radio buzz
now I believe the cop is fro
do you remember Freddys boat
all the lights out and frogs that float
goodbye spanked fish
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retrieving
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You'll never get by on looks alone
So severely, desperately, sorely
Mistaken
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Anonymous
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You'll never be Buffy
You will always be just a basic bitch
smelling like pits
soaked in ghetto jizz
always saying cheese
brietraying your very own mental disease
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very nice
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Oh come on, let me take you to the Red Lobster and we can have make up t ext
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Anonymous
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Letdown of the century
You're such an utter dissapointment
And a waste of time and space
Desolate island
Bone dry
Ice cold
You look like paradise
Feel like a corpse
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Anonymous
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If only someone could crack your ego
Crust of handsome
Mantle of lazy genius douchebag asshole
The core of gold
No one's ever gonna get there
Not what I meant by wanting you deep inside
In your own way
Stroke it
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Eve
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And when you are done fucking yourself go and fuck someone who cares because right now I sure as hell don't
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Anonymous
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im not in the mood - go fuck yoursel f
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Anonymous
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because she wasn't even a basic bitc h
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Anonymous
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The sloppy prostitute sat in the woods with her life coach and teacher he taught her the basics day in and day out her many questions of stupidity. He never grew tired of teaching her simple everyday things a fourth grader should know and the following day she had the same questions and he was right there with the answers. "Yes, the trees grow tall." "Yes the sky is blue." "Yes the rain helps the plants." He was finally needed and could help someone with is hard earned smarts. He was the one that knew something about something. Two dumbasses, dumb and dumbfucker spied the sitch and wanted to snitch. "There's the perp dumbfuckee cried when the man carried the cases of water from the car. I want to buy something she demanded and dumbfucker stated "Then I suggest you get out of the woods and go get a job."
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Oakala
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Lots of chicken 2 days of it left over from the employee appreciation party not bad it is not popeyes but it's not Kentucky fried rat either
the party was not as good as working and the woman that wants me to marry her was looking all sad but out of hundreds of people maybe 3 good looking women they made damn sure they didn't hire anyone beautiful for sure. The search for auto parts exhausting but look at the money saved by not buying anything at all and you know what they say if it's not fixed it's not broken or whatever 5 years and not one trick or treater still a mentally handicap woman and her trick live in the woods stalking me, not bad for a mentally handicap ho keeping a man here and there exchanging them as needed pretending to be on an investigation. Lying to everyone telling them the man she is cuckoo over is a drug kingpin and they need to help her save the world like the dog faced rat was Buffy or something the population must get tired of fucking her after a short while because they seem to always be in training like the dude of the day might be the new guy of the afternoon but the lazy cab driver / pimp keeps his mortgage payment paid almost on time as long as her hole is not swollen closed with the herps and you know what the bible says about her hole being swollen closed with the herps don't you? That's right rub it with a rebel flag and stick a turd in it sideways.
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updates
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Grip
I'll squeeze till your
eyes pop
what do you see?
sunrise? sunset?
the fractions of the moon?
the sweep of clouds?
do you see the surface of things?
do you see beneath the surface?
all the little things crawling,
burrowing?
the flash of passion?
the sudden cooling?
and murder -
the fact and the thought?
you can't see yourself,
but you can see the results
of what you have done
are you proud?
pride and regret are pointless now
I'm about to tighten
my grip....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Oct., 2016, Surrey, B.C., Canada - sorry I haven't been around for a while, but things have been nightmarish. Things might be sporadic from here on. Best to everyone. Greg....)
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Greg Cameron
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Hayeks hair lip service
electric money coke slop
deedee and vd sometime in the fall
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Anonymous
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I guess he told you
dude who pretends to be a lady writing bogus crap
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Anonymous
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Were all sorry now for being a lesbian and a whore
wee wee sleeping in the e-neighbors van
so he can sell you some more
big investigation
the man is bad because he works
she gets SSI and doesn't want to ever wor k
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null for brains
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I'm working on the really big case
mental case
I can't just leave I am a columbo wanna be I live for ib
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Anonymous
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Clewiston or Homestead can't possibly
Need you that bad
Come back to me
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Anonymous
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It hurts so much to love you
My heart
it hurts so much to love you
knowing you are sleeping with Dick's Dad
if only I had a gallon of paint thinner
you would love me more
I would open all the windows and remove all the doors in the coldest part of winter if needed
to win your love
when I seen you standing in the alley
I didn't care if you were a Latin Queen
I didn't care about money or if you ate your greens
I just wanted to hold you and keep you in my arms
I didn't care that you were stupid
and the other women at the shelter thought they were so much better than you
because you are a Ho-Chunk Winnebago selling yourself out the hotel window
and because you have lice again
but never mind the fancy women
it's our love that will always win
I shall woo you with a mason jar of beans
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Two Trucks
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the flood of dookie that floweth from my mind from all turdteen people inside my brain
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Anonymous
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Another drugged-up weirdo
::yawn::
Shoulda made it good
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Anonymous
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Pre-owned
The next life was a lot of effort
my potato masher will do the trick
the voices all love digging up the bush
the bush of the bug
the carpet of stone not soft like the
cancer I now have from eating the adhesive
the adhesive from the invisible adhesive bras
I am to die but you shall still fuck the mayor
in my memory
well not the actual mayor but a wino in the alley
the reservation was needles my 9 year old sister started me in the heroin and the satan sauce
the preacher gave me the herps on the day of the lord
I still love you and the 11 dudes I meet through the glory hole to get a carton of generic smokes but my love is still true unto you
sure I'm an old tabletop dancer that looks like a tranny well not as hot as a tranny but kind of like a 60 year old man trying to look like a woman with stretch marks on the ol' squirter
I am thankful for the garden hose but the water is cold as John Wayne use to say
truthfully I love the corpse bride but how can I tell her she looks like the corpse bride my penis is small because I don't use it a lot in the snow but a ho is a ho and you and I know the rat poison is not very tasty
the dept of family services stole the children away from the pill mill and in prison the meat was like non-meat but my man is a woman now and my credit rating lacks this is how I found the bible and I deeply love the money you send me to the books so the lumberjack lady can take it away and make me wash her socks and lick her pits after we watch general hospital with rebel flag undies and a toilet seat to like the ladies boots jesus will save me I'm still a warted whore at the check out counter but I'll bet you a snicker snack the log home costs money too the sun don't shine and if it did we would get billed for not using enough water when the floods ruin the bridges as the town sinks like gadget into the comforter playing a younger role sloppy seconds for moon doggy a hump back Spanish lady to hold at night in the break room cleaning her like a kitten she talks to much and her booty shape grande I have a dream
before the sun came up before your last trick left China bought the blue angels from golf pro Obama
and he put the money in his really big shoe
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Ebe
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My star
I tried to reach you telepathically
Today
A swing and a miss
You're on her lips
My galaxy craves your energy
You're so many light years away
And still I wait for you
The extasy of St. Teresa
I pray and I wish
The hours away
Freezing and still
I wait for you here
Perhaps in my next life
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Eve
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Love it...
Bring your crazy unto me...
I can handle it all
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try me
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How dork you thinks I writfe to you from Media Temple in Culver City I am brie as youself zzz I have 11 people in my head I am writing to them not you the doctor never raped me at the mental institution as many times as the guard or the crazies my vag smells like the cheese behind the fridge You opened up my scalely sore hole and santa xlause wasleaving the town I have som bitchin roo love for my left melon I have put a shoe on the nipnip and ate raw fish to prove my love and you say to me and my sixth personality that my seventh personality has stds twice as much as the 3rd one and veiny is my hootch hole brown it has become like the color of rust sauce as the horse dick of Jesus' dad was not black jesus so they fell down the 12 stairs together and my santa was satan and my satan catty shack snuck sex on the train plain not so much an eyesore I love haved love loved you and the greencard lady's swollen ankles on the day of the lord as the ninth personality has hepes unto the jehoval lord buddah we called him bubba but the seventh time he looked so we followed the red hawk to the dick snake and his mom the president with nipples in the little lord Jesus' eyes he shalt not breast feed when I service the cop at the police station for stealing the pen from the bank all my bitches when where picie dust in my eye fsil Yabba delt phi said the troll dumpy screan queen scat singer elvis' mom on charges brought up on foe charges of jay jay a condom of urine in the shit test with a voting poll purse see
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Anonymous
-
The sound of my wet pussy
Bouncing off the walls of the planetarium
While you touched me deep
You'll never know how much
That meant
To me
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Anonymous
-
oh yes I remember now under my bush your nose
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slammin
-
There are more than two people involved here...
Just know this.
Don't pretend to know who I am
How do you know how deeply I've felt?
Convenienty relative
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5 23 5
-
You're not here and neither am I
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Anonymous
-
you are the only one that seems lost
you cannot destabilize another
in favor of trying to feel good
if this were not true
then make yourself known
come into the light
walk across the threshold
and present yourself
with joy and authentic happiness
as you admire the strokes
that I so gently apply
within the place you have
been before so cozy I reside
my heart is my home
and if you shall seek
with a honest self critique
there you with me will be
in a surround of sound
to just be and hang around
but well aware we both are
to certainly know it rests
within you this need to be lost
and the life you have created
is one of one that will know no you
because you define you by all the upsets
of the past and you simply cannot let go
long enough to see that something real
is in front of you and all you have to do is feel
but you are lost and will not attempt to find
through holding onto the wheel which could put
you and me in the same space and time
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true
-
You're still looking for yourself
As am I
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Anonymous
-
catty jealous groom pick apart
divide conquer split undue
unravel sway influence
unbroken indefinite
break unstoppable
loss cult
wishful thinking
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never
-
mental mental
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Anonymous
-
12th Avenue heartache
And this has become the most bewildering of
Love parallelograms
To shine on God's green earth
The only thing worth stretching for lies under your br ush
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Anonymous
-
maybe if there was a name to go with all the words we wouldn't have to say adios at all
maybe
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Anonymous
-
it would go so much easier on you and your heart if I knew your name the name I "know" you as
if we ever did have something as you say
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Anonymous
-
I have to say Good bye
I cant be your girlfriend
I am not ready to be one
from rags to the riches
that you have done
I am truly happy for you
but I am really on the run
I can deal with and show love
in an established relationship
but not one where communication
is just not on an even plane
and my level of passion is there
but only for the one who I know
really sincerely loves me and will
not leave me no matter what and in
return I do solomly swear I will
make an effort to not loose sight of those traits of beauty inside me that captured your heart many many moons ago. In fact I do make a great home/working wife.
In the end though we must move on now that I finally
must move on because I know the truth.......we were right for one another, we were meant for one another, we were the one for each other but love, passion, desire, committment, and other couple related thoughts and behaviours made no attempt to stick around on a long term basis which then I said would turn me into a board little housewife.
the only thing that I regret is that I didnt do this sooner so that we wouldnt have had to suffer like we did.
There you were right there by my side
for real it was for one last time
everything was fine until we had to drive
then back to normal at your place things were fine
I wish I could go back for if I could I would go back
and do over again what me and you did on that high mattressed bed.
Things were intense and I watched all the way
but I never gave all of me to you like I should of
and I think sometimes throughout you never gave of yourself 100 percent to me as well. That is why we must have another meeting so that we can do it right this time.
When I looked at you once my heart melted to the floor
you were to me the perfect and you still are.
I think you are sexy
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Anonymous
-
One of these days I will forget you
when everything is unrecognizable
so there is nothing to consult
therefore all seeming to be not true
never a me and never was there you
I love you and I don't know why
I don't even know you anymore
its’ been years since I saw you
you haven't but I have changed with time
you to me were but a mere dream
There was a connection between us
but it has since been severed
for neither one of us was understanding
of the love or commitment needed right away
Now it is the end I am sad to say
Gone forever only traces of fault and guilt
Are the remnants of what only remains
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Anonymous
-
Get drunk and hit the reset button
Infinity + 1 times
A true marvel
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Anonymous
-
getting boring
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Anonymous
-
No wonder she left you
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Anonymous
-
Go fuck yourself with your own
Skinny, insignificant member
It's a wonder how you even make yourself
Cum
Gotta feel sorry for your conquests
So many notches to hide under the teal porpoise blanket
Blah blah blah blah
Get the fuck out of here
It's not always about you
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Anonymous
-
Then and Now
playing instead of participating
aloof instead of assert
beginning instead of boggling
capture instead of criticize
defend instead of defeat
enable instead of eradicate
fact instead of fiction
greet instead of gone
hold instead of hurt
illustrate instead of imagine
joy instead of jaded
knock instead of knife
love instead of lies
me instead of memory
new instead of no
open instead of out
play instead of plow
quite instead of quit
reason instead of run
stay instead of struggle
try instead of take
under instead of unknown
vigor instead of vice
want instead of wander
x-ray instead of Xeric
you instead of yonder
zen instead of zero
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2
-
Odometer Reset
someday is now
tomorrow is today
your lies are what you see
my truth has no hold on you
never will I be good enough
to give you what you need
way out in the distance
my love wanders at his will
inside this rectangle
resides a truth so pure
snapshot of expression captured
deep within my essence
realization established long
before expression was provided
tongue tied and twisted
heart made of gold
somewhere over the past
there must be a connection
one that started millennia ago
is now in wrestling the truth
and trying to convince that
everything expressed is cloaked
in pure lie when really the only lie
that ever existed was the deny that
love is real and has landed outside
waiting to be seen through the blinds
of layers of fears and lies that move
nothing because light years is not a
speed because it would produce an encounter
that would mean love and love would
collide meet and reside
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rabbit
-
She weighed in at just above 650
she waddled as she made her way down the make up aisle
she had to spend good to look good
Walmart had 6 short aisles and still not much in foundations that would rejuvenate the skin and deflect chicken grease
sometimes she would end up eating the make up that came off on the fried chicken but that's just an extra nibble here and there.
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Anonymous
-
Oh you're so in love look how in love
its going to be forever it is always
true love real love
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Anonymous
-
Make a fed case about it geez wtf are you even talking about ...ever
without identity you want dedication
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Anonymous
-
It's obviously you, art mangler
There isn't enough room in here for anything other than your ego
Suit yourself
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Paint your lie
-
theres no way she could love me
he insists as he marvels
at his fluttering heart
the flickering light bulb
signals its own death
and to him its like
she is saying goodbye
ripped apart like a carcass
her heart remains on the floor
how can I be responsible he wonders
if I never showed any remorse
it was always her doing as never
did I want any of what was offered
and now that shes dying it is me
who has to be at fault
for a flood of feelings
she created to fuck with my heart
make it beat differently
as if love had been present
from the very start
theres no way I love her
even though that is a lovely lie
I will hold fast to my conviction
and let this love die
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Anonymous
-
always the victim never the cause
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Anonymous
-
Must be great to be so smug
AND
self-sufficient!
Good for you...
A round of applause
For Mr. Ice (in his) Chest
In my past life you loved me
I unfortunately remembered in
This one
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my name in yours
-
Beauty
I'm a spider
let me weave for you
a web
I'd never dream of you
entangled, of me
sucking you dry
oh, no, no, no -
but maybe you'll look
at this
from a certain angle,
in a certain light
and you'll say,
"you know, that really
is beautiful -
isn't it?"
(Greg Cameron, Poem, October, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Cana da)
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Greg Cameron
-
You decided a long time ago,
cast aside, stay out late, traveling, and i wonder the occasional dick and a smile.
Soooo patiently waiting for me to come out of the hole,
im not in a hole, im standing on top of the fucking mountain, ive never been as clear as i am now, no more then, no more soon, just now, the plateau´s i wiped my feet on.
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watchingfootball@nowhere.com
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Be with me
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Anonymous
-
So why must I suffer now
With your memory locked deep in the recesses of my mind
It's all your
FUCKING
FAULT
You never made it right
Or even cared to
Resentment ladle on top of resentment
The lies you buttered me up with
Karma will see
I hate this hate
God take it away
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2015 is a nasty bitch
-
Now it is twenty fifteen and still no fucks are given.
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k
-
It doesn't excuse your indifference
You tainted the walls of this white hot place
A drop of ink dispersed in a glass of rejection
Never to be clean again
I was here since '96
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You've still never made me. ..
-
Sorry I forgot about your sweet ass
and how you're not where you're suppose to be
with your craptastic family
why do you insist on there being a you and I
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ooop
-
Sorry I forgot about your sweet ass
and how you're not where you're suppose to be
with your craptastic family
why do you insist on there being a you and I
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ooop
-
a town of nothing
the internet slow but there
ice in the hills to keep you alive
still nothing
a grey sky
your heart dead
your dreams even deader
the media crusty with yesterempty
where will you go to turn black inside
a love for hate is all you have left
it is your only family now
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.....
-
Thinking fool when fool was the one thinking no defence needed when matters of the heart become heartless matters all in the name of follow me its fun attention of any kind is craving to the most strangest of them all
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Anonymous
-
The old rail and it into a hood and that it will just keep in an attempt to hold due to add to that effect for that when it has a lot of low-level contend that enter into a tie for fifth and a little italy or $10.00 and 00000 and if you need them and one at 10 and one woman who you-or three or hello or wont go into court order or old boat or it wont wor. Or old or older and bullten board or old ball with little or old 0000 ball no tax-exempt and hypocrisy a little bit to 15 at that rt has a complete picture that he was never loved as she always loved the old or the past is not just the past its alive and living and lets her know at every moment what everyones thinking love marriage
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Anonymous
-
And to have that in fact that if the work done since you're in Richmond has a south and keep it up as weve known all along
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Anonymous
-
The limbal ring of your mercy
Only holds
So much
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Anonymous
-
Touch me
My every cell craves your fingertips
Your saliva is the
remedy
remedy remedy
remedy remedy remedy
remedy remedy remedy remedy
remedy remedy remedy remedy remedy
remedy remedy remedy remedy
remedy remedy remedy
remedy remedy
Rem edy
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Anonymous
-
Two Thieves
I dangle between two thieves
they look at me and laugh
one says, "what'd you do?"
I say, "fulfill my destiny."
the other snorts and says,
"what do they say of you?"
"they say I want to be King,"
I reply
"King of the Fleas?" the other
cackles
a child throws a rock at me
"it's my studied opinion
we're all dead," the first one observes
"Death is the great equalizer,"
the second one philosophizes
"maybe we all triumph
at this moment," I suggest
"yeah, right," the first thief laughs
"really?" muses the second thief,
"how do I get a piece
of that action?"
((Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept. 2015, Surrey, B.C., C anada))
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Greg Cameron
-
The World Outside
I dreamt of you
the curtains were open
you got out of bed naked
and gave yourself to the sun
I remain in bed,
drowsiness refusing to
loosen its fingers
you turn, laugh at
my laziness, do a little dance
a blue jay alights on the sill,
chatters
the mirror reflects
something other than us
I float from the bed
outside the blue sky is
so deep it could drown us both
but the sun cries,
"Away! Away!
There's something I want to
show you...."
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept. 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
slip into a place so low
only daggers will flow
own faults cause woes
attach to nothing watch it go
emotionless allows free flow
otherwise prepare for self blow
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Anonymous
-
It died with me
It ended within me
It stopped without you
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Anonymous
-
I've never met anyone so hard
Hard on the outside
Hard on the insides
The inevitable hang up
Only begins in your lifeless limbs
God spared me
But I caught a glimpse
Your spirit passed through me
Like a billion arrows
To care too much
Or not to care at all
No resolve
There's still some of me left
This BOX knows
Hope is at the end
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I found what you never will
-
Under the Mountain
white chairs on the porch
flowers in hanging baskets
shadow falls on grey cement steps
in which you see little air holes
trees sag under their own limbs
just behind the green lawn chairs
barbed wire keeps nothing in,
nothing out
that road goes nowhere
you can make out the remnants
of the old elementary school
on the hill
just a tangle of blackberry bushes
and stinging nettles now
a cow chomps, looking at you
with complete indifference
a truck honks as it passes by
and you have no idea
who it is....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept. , 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
not even tomorrow
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Anonymous
-
This ache I have created
it resides deep inside
I should have known better
than to have penetrated your eyes
what is deeper than deep
that is where I now hide
who are you really
and how are you on this side
forever you will be remembered
my soul is not the forgetting kind
two stories to be told
only want one to unfold
as the other is dead
this ache for you
a deep weep
from a leap of faith
what have I done
you conclude replacement
but fail to see I see you
as truly number one
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Anonymous
-
it just occurred to me today of all days
you are deep within my heart
I will be the one to fall so hard
you have only seen a glimpse of me
despite your conclusions
I am something only nothing
in your presence I do feel
out of nothing there is something
that of many I have much as well
silence is where I am usually
while you fill up the knowledge well
to give you any more of me
is now to reminise of days gone by
but yet so much future is left to decide
I am on a train to fastville
while you slowing watch me pass you by
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Anonymous
-
Passing the Word
you've obviously mistaken me
for someone else -
I know
more and more for all the differences
we're the same
one might as well be
the other
different words, different hair colour
but for all that....
we flatter ourselves that we mean
we so crave to be special
in a society that flattens, reduces
to mere statistics
we howl every detail,
tell all,
provide a map of our
nothingness
but no one listens
if they were to know, really know
they'd bolt
we like sheep
waiting to be shorn
no, you're quite mistaken,
but should I meet the other guy
I'll be sure to pass the word
along....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2015, Surrey, B.C, Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
A quarter to the moon & a guinea for thought,
i fear two pound´s of flesh and a buckett of mind,
and let slip the best of me in mono/ana log/s,
roll off the fingertips, a/way with a no(n)thing.
Limbs lined & stiched with ap(o)athy/heosis,
cut´n out/dry, empty the well that quench non/one.
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Z
-
I was the one
I sought you out
I drew you in
So deep
Deeply
Deeper
Swirling into me
And you got lost
Because you wanted to
When will you break free and see
There's no such thing as coincidence
-------------
Eve
-
The only winning hand to ever escape the devil´s asshole, was the Donald of Trump in an erectile flush.
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Anonymous
-
The one I want would never dream of rhyming
Not even approximately
It's not my fault you moved
Prepping all the boys
To be good men
What happens to me?
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Anonymous
-
slide on over its getting late
is this really a dimension of fate
how do we know when we are too late
love is a glue for all soul mates
on many levels so many same traits
vices evaporate if you concentrate
everyone is anyone when its time to rate
you only know by trying if its the right plate
one day this road may become straight
understanding will unlock the gate
aces to none successful first day
many good food I have sat down and ate
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hide
-
gotta push it out like nothing before
Keep pulling it in hurry close the door
its so deeply ingrained right to the core
the window is open the screen is tore
close it all up before there comes more
The cat and mouse well they do adore
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Anonymous
-
Thin
I breathe in
nothing comes in
I try to speak
nothing comes out
air's rather thin
around here,
wouldn't you say?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept. 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
scatter thoughts fill my mind
a heart ripped open left behind
doubts of true love grow like a vine
eternal cries of the gut wrenching kind
truly open take a chance you will find
real authentic and genuine all interwined
crawling out everywhere a desire so deep
I know you feel it and I know you weep
the exchange has stopped but yet not gone
rid you rid me but love is still holding on
there is a need beyond our control
it resides in an existence of the soul
there is no way this current feeling can stay
our destiny is reaching a cross roads
move forward to oneness or forever gone away
driven by a force out of thy control
I am left to feel empty confused and cold
stranded by choice but still there is power
need you like air but know wedge is scared
this isn't a lure and I do not have a lair
I come to you peacefully in truth and fair
In limbo I sit but I am at my end's wit
once is too much but forever isn't enough
experience this once and there you will see
unleash a feeling so needing to be free
together we are in this not forced stuff
no way to ever cure this this is true lov e
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definition
-
when you read what I write
do you marvel in delight
or arrive at confusion
cause you think its an illusion
if you want the opposite of how I feel
it will be difficult but nonetheless
I will make it a done deal
or I could just stay on course
if that is what you want to endorse
either way I am concerned
in your plight to make this not right
or at least in a game to twist it around
perhaps you need this to fail
so that you can be correct in a lie
maybe its too hard to believe
someone could actually like you
even love you despite your brainwashed mind
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Anonymous
-
mistaken mood
twisted blues
sunshine happy
glistering gloom
pull forward
magnetic want
pull backwards
repelling recluse
one step story
two jump glory
knights in flight
chatting winds blow
somewhere deep
the sounds of love
planted piece by none
spoken only to nothing
midnight answers the call
dark to light fight to breath
no where is something
lines drawn in the sand
reveal the revelation
Agree and concur
moving forward in likeness
secretly backward in loveness
nestled in neither
now that is a lie
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Anonymous
-
For Art's Sake
propriety is a joke best left
to the knowing
don't like the tendency of my wit?
don't take Life so seriously
Death is what you should be
worried about
these dishes are for show
don't clap between movements
the discerning eye undresses all
artistic inevitability is a bowel movement
the failure of Culture to civilize?
doomed to fail all along
and, hell, do you call this
Civilization?
dialogic imagination democratizes nothing
this Art is brought to you by....
Art is a luxury afforded by
a society freed from brute necessity
you should be thankful to those who pay
they buy both supporters and critics
let people argue about nothing
while things of real consequence proceed
and if you should make too much noise
you'd do well to remember
the applause of the masses will drown out
the gunfire
and you will indeed be the object of contemplation
as a head over the fireplace....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
out of reach perfection
sight lines clearly defined
make no mention
of what gets left behind
chalk line love is blind
bring forth tomorrow
through holes of today
watermelon wishes
dance on the mountain
still mind like cement
revealing the rubbish
cherish this one this time
into focus soon to touch
arrive at realness
he is peace of mind
but don't want him too much
strangled love line
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16
-
my dreams have escaped me
in ways I never knew they could
swept away by a current
they morphed into driftwood
and floated down stream
wishing not to be understood
but longing for retrieve
why am I in pursuant
almost happy to watch them leave
no desire to chase them
they faded into the light
gone forever out of s ight
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that's
-
tis I who sits in here and has for many many years
although my thoughts trapped I never have lied
but much of what I give out has first been over cried
tears propel the words I leave inside this place
not because noone needs to see my face but rather
the words I share most often need one space to gather
one day you will look back only to conclude you were rude in what you did and did not say as you wished me away now pulling me back like some rag doll how crude
I lie not once nor ever would I try I told you real
eyes that do not realize what was there was pure
in my mind deserve to be treated as if theres no cure
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upcoming
-
think about it if only for the moments you need
the world is out to get you that is all you see
noone is real and your self built happiness
you think people want to steal
outsmart that logic before it outsmarts you
someone stood right at your person
told you without doubt that love was knocking
but instead you slammed that door so hard
it sent shock waves right down to the soul seed
you insist everything is a game and stalking is real
but the sad reality is you are afraid to feel
-------------
Anonymous
-
holidays happen to those who howl
-------------
Anonymous
-
my thoughts are timeless
my self is ageless
never did I say I was sageless
equipped always with a sharp tongue
I"ll only ever use it when whipped
open by a flying moment of projection
split through your words right to the core
you will need a raft to get you to shore
my time is precious as is everything I own
go about your business heart mangled hurt
still too tender to divert
creative directly comes to those
who know how to find the path
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wtw
-
why do you care
phony fake fraud
is all you see anyhow
despite absense of truth
thy word was thy vow
pen is to paper
words just keep flowing out
youthfulness to never leave me
that is my ticket to freedom
a bounty hunter lover not existant
trying to raise my level of doubt
no match to be struck here
I left that league
no even to tell one lie to myself
but who will believe
when it sits right in the word
and then he wonders how
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Anonymous
-
post past ponder pillage pray
not gonna make me come round anyway
you had your chance tossed it away
now silence is a reminder
of a love real here sent away
confined now to a box
no sense of relief until it is unlocked
a key shaped like sorry
publically on the original sin
might get us back to friendship level again
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Anonymous
-
real as the joker
cool as a cat
water willows the dreams
now not as real as it once seemed
never will there be
a place to be free
gone are the days
wormhole heart has a maze
curiousity is the winner
over the afraid of love sinner
chew the chow spit you for dinner
no wait never meant for you
lost was I always never having a clue
love is multipronged
someone needs to remember
while all others want to forget
once alive now dead but will
always haunt you instead
inside your head you have my heart
I gave it to you from the very start
removed all else until there was no more
now back to the beginning crying on the floor
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Anonymous
-
cheap shots are just that
undertaken to ward off black
meanwhile you know you want back
that my dear is a proven fact
otherwise why do you word attack
you miss the yack
and won"t be able to stand word flack
your heart you will want to hack
put all of this on a plaque
in order to try and beat my word knack
but are you bigger than a big mac
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Anonymous
-
banish means vanish
no do overs this time
heart drenched in love
feeling overwhelmed by pride
truth looked you in the eye
returned it back with a punch
had to go deep diving into mean
because you felt too much
pride will keep you away
as your heart turns to mush
cause when I am done with you
you will have moved out of flow
and into the abyss of gush
told you I was real
but you pushed and you pulled
until no more you wanted to feel
curtain is down applause the day
courage is gone and noone to play
one person team to blow off steam
to where I might add to the sounds of sad
do you think these thoughts are of glad
joker is the fool as I the wizard
of words window dress your world
in an attempt to woe ways of
wondering about word games in each of our domains
-------------
who
-
Scream
emotion expressed in the form
of cheap junk thrown together
by wage-slaves toiling
under the watchful eye of
a superior who allows
no toilet breaks
electronic friendships
as false as plastic flowers
even the intellectually able
degraded to truncated cliché
mass-produced cards expressing your
'true feelings'
"I love you" glows on a screen
glows fade
lights go out
best wishes tapped out
on a keyboard
tributes, condolences,
"in loving memory of"
conveyed by phone lines
truly an infinite
regress of signs
- but if you were to reach out and touch
they'd scream....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
11:11 make a wish hurry cause now its 11:12
-------------
Anonymous
-
scared is as to hide
pull on strings and divide
gone now is one side
while the other is not blind
project is over
thanks for the mannerisms
despite having my own
I consider them extra
in case I do not want to be alone
too bad you are shackled to scared
we could have been something
and not just a reminder or fun
-------------
hold back
-
who decides good
if love connects
earth is ground
the sky is high
song is sound
tell no lie
but say goodbye
watch me fly
thoughts escape
to another world
deserve better
before read that in a letter
afraid to feel
moments to steal
get real
love is the deal
in you did reel
caught your eye
now its time to redirect
-------------
I love it
-
amazed by my maze
can you keep on top
or will you flip flop
do you want me to stop
or can I show you my hop
hip is not pop
nor is is rock
time is tic tock
my mind is a block
from a distance you mock
trying hard to unlock
to unleash your image
I see you knock
but noone is home
remember here I do roam
no not in Rome
but inside the maze
all to provide a show
to let you know
I am aware
as you sit and stare
you know I am rare
and have flare
carry no attitude of how dare
just knowing you know
makes longer my hair
-------------
good
-
you out of your league
out of elements and sorts
hide away in your fort
my energy level has no fatigue
just who did you think
was behind those eyes
a silly little girl
wearing a woman's disguise
well surprise
told you no lies
spoke often of flow
but never bragged I was wise
to the words or the pen
you headed straight for the
water thinking I was flowing
wetness again
meanwhile flow is my name
and wordsmithing is my game
-------------
<
-
where writers will
some just won't
there is no joke
to be had in here
im a force to reckon
within or without
there is fear
tears flow
flow finds fun
fitting for foe
enticed by word
ready set go
come into box
and lets go
toe to toe
a battle of wits
ill shred words
to bits
bite and chew
spit them back
out all over you
-------------
>
-
love is sorry
sorry is love
games are real
yield to crying
oh now I feel
late is two
gone is one
never you mind
time has flew
bell bottom blues
ton weighted heart
if only she knew
oh but I do
witty wise wizard
I am the only
on the
world wide web
got so much glue
to string you along
if not by quills
then by song
cold is your friend
send you some chills
no more but miss
as you seek like you do
offered the fountain
youths all stand by
you turned it down
too afraid you hide
laughter is the shield
while crying love inside
-------------
youve got
-
the hunter becomes the hunted
the world is a stage
oysters lie in thy hands
free from it all
you will never know
the wind blows
silently cries my name
hear me see me feel me
as I root deep into your veins
I am the blood in your body
now attention is seized
letting go of me will be hard
ill even be in your dreams
sorrow seeps stuck saturated
penetrate your brain
blow your mind
as I leave you behind
this whistle call train
vampire drain
protect the insane
impacts are diverted
back to the source
the hunter becomes the hunted
riding me is like riding a magical horse
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Anono
-
deeper than deep
is where I reside
dont follow me
unless you can hide
Im aware of you always
as wizards watch out
I will make you pout
while showing you doubt
mocking my maze
you will be in a daze
lurking in haze
ill seem like a phase
while you praise my deep
false expectations to get even
will cause you to c reep
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Anonymous
-
two sided coin
stories to be told
defences gone up
blinders are on
ship is sailing
got no time
hear my rhyme
propellor is failing
out at sea for dawn
where we belong
bold as love
is also a song
now back to the side
where at least one does hide
too scared to feel
all the while knowing it was real
much work is needed
so really have you truly been freed
from what sets you back
look at the sun
to find your lack
walk on water until you feel hotter
loosing your mind to love you will find
there is another side
where the ground is solid
believe it or not
wishes dance with healing
and the fish do swim
the time was given
then you gave it away
precious metal gone astray
now how will you call someone
who really does care
i would hope by now you are aware
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Anonymous
-
muse motivation
hurt nooone
ill will takes miles
love gives smiles
ageless path
meets sinking ship
gripping the past
bittersweet meet at last
yin is sour yang a flower
cheers and good bye
all within a distant hour
no fool lives here
never has not for years
wizards write wise
witty windy woes
tickle the toes
friend or foe
never do we mind
now lost in time
under the bridge
pulluted water exists
cleansing couldnt control
the need for speed
sunsets pull
smiles repel
why would you think
rot in hell
persecute and blame
wrong light
penalized
deep down longing
to be like that right
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I got all day
-
sudden death
collapsed dreams
vicegrip meth
stolen memories
second coming
so it seemed
ashes of love
wilderness hum
distant peace
all the while
under a thumb
ideas of split
false intent
while real was one
pull on strings
far from fake
make believe days
gone awry
suprise noone
not even butterfly wings
cover them up
disgusting and raw
faraway and foreign
up close and personal
sadness scared secrets
true is the love
and it walked a path
knocking knocked
winds of ashes
blew from afar
push through
return no more
-------------
boom boom pow
-
Wave
the clouds are both
here and there
the sun illumines
what blue might be
present
she waves goodbye
she looks back
but once,
smiling perhaps
an apology of sorts
- and then
she's gone
you remember
she won't
and the days drift
into a blurring
multitude ....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Sept., 2015, Surrey, B.C., Can ada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Siren
the Siren lured you
to
your death -
but could you
lure her?
ah, my friends....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, September, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - incidentally, Google played a nasty, misleading trick on one on my way to this site - must watch out for that in the future...Best...Greg....)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Come and get it
-------------
Anonymous
-
Now that I have 2 months to live you want to hook up
Oh Okay let us
-------------
Anonymous
-
So then break the curse
Show yourself
Bring the light to meet with
Mine
And end this relentless nightmare
Tightly coiled
Wrapped in demise
Despair in every facet
Of every waking hour
-------------
17 years in the making
-
Behind the bad make up
scarlet smeared lipstick cheeks
nerd glasses
hid Tara
she didn't belong there
she was just trying to make a buck
and my heart was set on Tandi
for she was real enough
neither had an ass just the way I like it
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Anonymous
-
someday you will see
the realness in me
waiting to break free
like a branch on a tree
fall to the ground will we
stay there un dizzy
making up our plea
while you finally agree
to your heart I had the key
but you played too ez
-------------
yep it is
-
I meant you, of course..lol.
-------------
Anonymous
-
If I knew the first time kissing you was going to be my last I would've kept you for so much longer...
Appropriation from self
Selfish acts of selflessness
Because it feels so good to love you
And adore
Every fiber of your being
Since we're just passing through
The magic of your hands
Was the quality quantity could only ever
Wish to be
From the deepest parts of me
I wish you would've stayed longer
Only time knows why
-------------
forever
-
Don't have too
adios
-------------
Anonymous
-
Tough dealing with a schizophrenic, eh?
-------------
Anonymous
-
It never is, She wanted to go to the truck stop on our first date I didn't even get a kiss but she made seventeen dollars in just 5 hours or 9 truck drivers. Then on the second date she showed me the warts on her nip ples.
-------------
gross bustdown of a ho holla
-
It was never a specific
"Him".
-------------
Anonymous
-
We must clear out our history and remove him from your heart so you can be free and live your life freedom
-------------
Anonymous
-
God please hear me
Find my heart
Lead him to me
So much love to share
Let not this soul be unrequited
This is not linear
It's cyclical
<3
Find it within me
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Anonymous
-
you are correct and.. right back at you
20 yrs to wait for your love
stick it up your ass
now I can have you after you turn dead inside
which you always were before your health started to fail
life with you would be like hell inside jail
goodbye bowling alley
goodbye asshat bish
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Anonymous
-
say what you must
and must what you say
always be conveyed
in a gross kind of way
I didn't hurt or jade you
but never mind I guess I did
your thoughts reveal no one
will ever be good enough
for a heart that has gone steel
-------------
polite
-
Thanks for bringing it
Mad props, bruh
Her lipstick has stretch marks
5 or 50
Cheese and spandex sandwiches
Glass of water with the rejection
DOSE
yes I'm back
I said I'm back
Said I'm back
Said I'm back
I said I'm back
I never left but now you
Feel me, cuh? ?
-------------
Everlasting
-
See, the difference is,
There IS no difference...
Between the lover and lovee
The molecules and atoms
There is no separation
No miles
No past
No present
No future
No life
No death
No sickness
No mountain
Or valley
Planet or galaxy
The universe in your every breath
The truth is hidden in his chest
It could never come between us
I am we
You are we
The lover and l ovee
-------------
forever and EVEr
-
Tell Ling Ling
You'll never be
Hers
-------------
Anonymous
-
Her love was so grand
her love was the most
she had to learn to suck the small part
that wasn't infected to stay together and keep their love alive and fresh
even though his shingles plus cried I love you baby
her meth colored hands were in his pocket
and her herpes covered anus was ready to ooze and pop
but that will never stop one last I love you
I love you she whispers and that night you hear a noise outside the kitchen door open it & she is there in a long green nightgown blowing her uncle
I love you too the bank teller said you are overdrawn and called you a broke ass then said you slept with her dad for garlic.
-------------
moo
-
I can say it in here
I can say it out there
I can say it anywhere
I love you
-------------
just ask
-
Her beauty that of a bag puke on a bumpy flight
used up bar rag the eloquence of a baglady on meth
looking like a tranny
only with more STD's
not much of her VaJayJay left
the Outlaws raised her
at the truck stop she found friends
her catbox so punched out at forty-five she wears depends
to hold her love machine in
it's not all pink on the inside
this one's more of a grey bright as a broken flashlight
-------------
The return of trixie
-
I'm here...
And you're not.
Here
Here here
Here here here
Here here here here
Here here here here here
Here here here here
Here here here
Here here
Here
-------------
Anonymous
-
The warts on her mudflaps imply she's lying
under her funbags is part of a sandwich and a zit
she's blowin' the old dude at the gas station
for a pack of 305's just until her reservation check comes in
She won't waste money at the casino
she wouldn't win if she did
because God doesn't like her views on getting a penis implant and eating chickens raised in the states sent to china to be processed and back to the states to eat
and her horse overdosed on heroin again
-------------
kfc for u n me
-
You can't delete the fact that she's mental
and her herpes make her itch
her sister is not a fat slob
but her bulldyke surely is
-------------
Anonymous
-
It's cold there now
an eskimo she is
with her tribes ways an asshole of sorts
in a world so faraway
her muslim gentiles frozen
The elders know she's whack
her dog sees she's a whore
her teacher from 5th grade said
I knew not to expect more
-------------
gas prices for Jesus
-
I Am Not
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now
nor have ever been
I am not now....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Something
Be here with me
Hold me in the dark until my skin is you rs
-------------
Anonymous
-
say something ~ even if it requires you to say I do not like you
-------------
Anonymous
-
God please heal my heart
Please take this pain away
Fill me with l ove
-------------
Anonymous
-
could you really find me here
this place that ive been for years
maybe you've always been here too
ive just never noticed not even a clue
but it all seems familiar as I reread
but why would you live in this box
and go undetected for so long
unless of course its destiny
now revealing itself at last
no more hiding those days are gone
a deeper shade of love forward from the past
-------------
Anonymous
-
from your eyes I can see
a world full of confusion
but yet you long to be free
filled with so much power
you move so eloquently
beyond the forces which restrict you
you know it all rests within a tower
there is a way to beat this if you choose
stroking the keys until you find love
unless of course being afraid causes you to refuse
-------------
Anonymous
-
Hiding behind description
hoping to be found out
subtle lines of confusion
leaving hints of passion doubt
some would call it silly
even see it as disorganization
but your purposeful path is a mission
which has windy trails of clues
and at the end of it all
finding love is what you have to lose
if you dare to enter just don't stay long
for if you do you might not be able to distinguish
authentic love from wrong
-------------
Anonymous
-
Final Things
and when the last two
people kill each
other
the Whole Universe
heaves a Great Sigh
and a Great Voice
booms,
"Man...
I thought they'd never
go!"
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
I'm supposed to
Shove this down
Push it down
Swallow hard
Hold back
Hide
And withhold what I know is right
How disgenerous
Goes against everything I was, am, or ever will be
Because the blessing will fall
On deaf ears
I'm stitching it together
This tiny mess
Still fest ering
Brooding
Burning
Churning
My love never died
The match is still a match
-------------
Anonymous
-
Covered
come -
let us dig
one big grave, then
hop in
let someone else
cover us
over....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, August, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Just like it use to be
nothing
-------------
Anonymous
-
To look Carmen in the eyes
and dream of love
-------------
Anonymous
-
so humid
the cuttings want to grow roots and live
a year from now the blooms will have color
if shelter from the winter is provided.
-------------
Anonymous
-
Sick of feeling empty
-------------
Anonymous
-
God, please, can this just happen already?!?!
Please, please, please, please????
-------------
Anonymous
-
The way my leg draped over yours at the movie theatre
The way you touched me
The way you knew every inch of my body
It's never gonna happen again
-------------
Anonymous
-
A Whole Lot of Nothing
the sun still has its way
maple leaf spreads its fingers
as it floats to the ground
the tap drips
as it always does
cows look over the fence
at that they can't have,
feeling no need
to leave
lemonade in the old chairs
under the trees
newspaper jutting out of
the mailbox
standing on a blue post
the barb wire barbs
no one
ants go everywhere,
nowhere
slugs create
their own paths
vegetable garden
just outside
the kitchen window
the car's in a shed
sparrows scoot in and out of
the old man proclaims
"jazz is a whole lot
of nothing...."
one boy with a new haircut
laughs heartily
while cousins
peel back leaves
looking for insects
to tease....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Flag
you say what I wave
be a rag
rather than a flag,
but we'll see
what stands
in the end....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, July, Surrey, B.C., Canada - things have been complicated lately/forgive me if my engine turns over more infrequently the next little while. Greg....)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Nestle global warming farms Primary water cycles
pan for salt water Goldman Sachs
aquifers empty spam bibles drug money
face recognition body cam robot soldier
two atoms of hydrogen and one atom of oxygen
robot prostitutes GMO chicken feet
water required to produce beef
save the delta smelt
drought shaming Bayer breeder hips gloss lips
World bank dried up vaginas
lightning burns all the black churches in the south
in the name of the rebel flag TV Land still airs Gidget
-------------
Travis Ray Cole
-
There's no one here but me
-------------
Anonymous
-
I just wanted to relate
I just wanted to find
Pieces of me in someone else
Feel the connection somehow
And I refuse to believe
That ignorance is bliss
The dispair
-------------
Anonymous
-
Oh no...
What's going on?
What did I do??
Why an I trying to find myself
In everyone else
What is this validation
That I must seek
That I must find
-------------
Anonymous
-
Concerto
one swears the soloist
is approaching this
as though sight-reading
tempos are arbitrary
the conductor engages
in questionable interpretations
and what one is compelled
to call liberties
the orchestra does what
it can, but
it is not enough
I think it safe to say
you give this one
a pass....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Mistaken
I thought I was
dead,
but I was
mistaken
- and now I spend
my time walking
these halls,
paying no mind
to the click
and clatter....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Show's Over
the show is over
we'll be taking our leave,
but before we go
we're going to gather
up everything
and make off
with it
hope you don't mind,
but then again
even if you do,
eh?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Our Hand
may I extend to you
our hand?
it gives not,
bears no gifts
nor sustenance
it will neither
pat your head
nor your shoulder
it doesn't warn of danger
or caution you to wait
it caresses neither cheek
nor nether region
shake it, or not,
as you will
take it
and let us see
where it leads us....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Once Upon An Afternoon
your spread wings spray blood
in all directions
your smile threatens to eat me
careful where you tread
you might tread on me
you walk such a
wicked grace
the dirt in your fingernails
grows forests
your eyelashes wave goodbye
your ears attend
to God knows what
it's the blue afternoon
of our despair
pick up a rock and toss it
watch the circles spread out
and nearby a bird takes flight
fearing behind the sound
might be menace....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, Surrey, B.C., Canada - not well, folks. Hope all is better with you. Greg...)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
How Evan Rachel looks like you
and all this time the
-------------
Anonymous
-
Crappy pandora radio
they had no right
this station was alive before that craptastic bs
with the whores and the fag and the cat box poet the little stalker tard the lot you know
-------------
refunk
-
Out Here
hard to breathe
without air,
isn't it?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, June, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
you never loved me
never knew me
didn't even like what you read
but became attached because I was always there
someone to argue with is all she wanted
not even someone who car es
-------------
stupid
-
Your Whole Life
tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell
your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell
your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to
spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in
the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry/tell your children to expect to spend their entire lives in the services industry....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2014, Surrey, B.C., Canada - this poem is based on a print-screen infomercial by the Open Learning Institute alias the Open University a number of years back that used to run on one of the 'information' channels. Hmmmm. A tiny spider is scurrying around as I type this. Seeking a place to hide. See you later, folk s...._
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Greg Cameron
-
Red will you leave the chicken farm behind so we can get out of this here trailer and I can make you mine
-------------
Anonymous
-
Truck stop Annie
she's no hooker
her mother sells chickens for ten dollars
or twelve fifty if your not looking
you can fix her trailer and booted of the property the next day she'll give you oral with the curtains open
so her ma won't suspect a thing
Truck stop Annie her hair is all red she carries a pistol
even when she lays her fat ass in bed
Truck stop Annie only missed church the one time
to make twenty dollars at the farm feeding the horses and shoveling shit all day
she can stir fry some veggies and a chicken in there too only bad thing about her is her vag it smells like poo
-------------
curdling cootchie
-
Please stop abusing the poodles
for congress' sake
-------------
Anonymous
-
Damn it's hot and ZOMG was right
then the guy wants me to steal to fix his stuff so he can save a buck or turn me in what the BS
and you with everyone claiming there's no one oh the broken heart gets empty five minutes after the train leaves the station sad it is but you'll be true and be mine years after you have passed and not before because I love you means never
-------------
Anonymous
-
Community
dried coffee stains on his desk
mouse rakishly off to the side,
he leans back in his chair,
stretches forth his longish legs,
looks at the books on his shelf
(not all of which he has read)
he has written so much
he doesn't remember his first poem,
his first article in a scholarly publication
all his work is one great poem
that's what he likes to say
he wonders if he should make
those changes demanded by a
particular editor
- a knock upon his door
a girl stands there,
slightly hunched over,
bag clutched to virtually nonexistent chest,
smiling ever so tentatively
- he rises, picks up a Stanley Fish
book splayed out on the desk,
puts it back upon the shelf,
then turns and smiles at her
with what appears to be
friendliness....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
Crack
it cracks open
I stretch, peer forth
blinking
I am ugly, ungainly
I give forth the most
hideous squawk
right now
I am helpless,
but in time
it may be
I will
change....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-
The sound of my wetness
Bouncing off these planetarium walls
While you touch me deep
Only
YOU
can make me feel this way
-------------
Anonymous
-
Decisive Action
you'd have me listen
strapped to this chair
I have no choice
Time inches backward
flowers turn in on themselves
it's hard to breathe without oxygen
lies will have their way
don't stare into the sun
you have eyes and maybe yet
you see
all pearls turn to swine
every kind gesture rebuffed
every smile counterpointed with a sneer
I don't want to talk about it
you're spoiling your own fun
press your ear to the ground -
do you hear it?
grab the matter by the neck
take decisive action
Death might not have dominion,
but it will certainly have its say
nothing's worth a nickel
it's so cold outside
your words hurt
the birds go somewhere else
there's nothing I can do to stop you
things get out of joint
you remember a film that
scared you as a kid
blood comes from the scratch
I press my skeleton hand
to the window
and you pass out on the carpet
no one to wake you
up....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, May, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Don't just say it because I am
don't agree because I brought it up
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Anonymous
-
Sure, sure
Yeah yeah...
you wouldn't fathom how lonely it gets
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Anonymous
-
you should have been kissing me toni ght
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Anonymous
-
Getting Home
I can tell from your sunglasses
your eyes convey meaning
you don't want to be seen
I wear a trench coat,
but I have nothing to reveal
that man over there
is neither here nor there
the woman walking her dog
moves yet somehow seems frozen
in a New Yorker cartoon
you expect the blinds of
all the houses to blink
some Morse Code
you expect the cat in the driveway
to look up with grey-green eyes
and speak,
preferably in English
the bird winging overhead
drops no bombs
the sun doesn't go out
power lines hum reassurance
traffic lights won't turn blue
today or tomorrow
streets actually go somewhere
no jets crash and burn
no one the next block will
take aim and fire
everyone has a smile -
they're real smiles
maybe, just maybe
you'll get home
safe....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - feeling better today than I did yesterday, best wishes.... )
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Greg Cameron
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Position
who are you and what are you
doing here now?
I don't know you
I didn't invite you here
I don't see anyone else
do you?
you should stop and think a little
on just what your position is
right now
because you could be in a
world of trouble
and there could be
long-term consequences
I'm not in a hurry
I'll give you time to think
maybe we can talk things
over
and I'm sure we'll come
to some sort of
resolution....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Can ada
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Greg Cameron
-
To all my exes:
You're welcome
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you're no exception
-
Bet you haven't thought of me
Onc e
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Anonymous
-
Would You Like To See My Rat?
a little girl approached
with a large rat in her
right hand
she said,
"would you like to see it,
maybe touch it?"
I shook my head
the girl threw the rat
straight at my head
it bit my left ear,
causing a great flow
of blood
the little girl giggled
and I fumed
but whom did I have to tell
except you?
(Greg Cameron, A Whimsy, April, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Beyond the beyond the beyond
How not to keep going there
Control the want
limit the need
supress desire
for
MORE
MORE MORE
MORE MORE MORE
MORE MORE MORE MORE
MORE MORE MORE
MORE MORE
MORE
Pushing through to
create the space
feed the distance
It's not hate
it's indifference
"Things to Forget and How, vol. 17"
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Anonymous
-
You are the reason I'm alive
you are the reason I exist
you are why I breathe
Why I'm here
Why I live
I am because you are
you are because I am
A piece of me
we are the same
Something I won't ever s hake
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Anonymous
-
The Dead Live Here
look at the fence
which keeps nothing in,
nothing out
look at the abandoned house
which looks back with broken panes
- you never lived there
look up at the subdivision
atop the hill
no lights on
no trains pass on this track
you look at the graveyard,
imagine the inhabitants
rising, sprouting from the ground,
staggering to the elementary school,
hammering on the doors
- but no one's home
what haunts the stores
on Main Street, buildings as old
as the community itself,
too ramshackle to designate
as 'heritage sites'?
where are the rattlesnakes,
the black widows?
the people are as poisonous
don't jump from the bridge -
they'll push you
no end of churches here,
but they're all damned
you imagine tumbleweed afire
bumbling along,
burning the whole thing down
but nothing's worth it
just go to sleep
deep cold sleep
- or maybe hitch a ride
up the long, twisted road
to the mines
you get off, thank him, wave goodbye
then enter the shack,
spending the night
with only a lamp
and rats
to keep you company....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, April, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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the lilypad
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Anonymous
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Going Off
a gun on the wall
will go off,
the bullet travelling through
your body, hitting a bone,
just missing your heart,
then spinning out your back
only your husband and
doctors will see the scar
and you think of that day,
the door open, the dog
running about outside,
the adults talking
in an undifferentiated mumble
the sunlight falls on the wood stove
and the red rug before it
you put down your only doll,
then look at the gun on the wall
low enough to reach, you stretch forth
as if about to receive a treat,
take the gun in your hands,
look down the barrel,
turn it over and over,
a stray finger hits the trigger
a tremendous roar,
falling to the ground
with a solid thump
and you're not the one
who screams....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, Surrey, B.C., Canada - this poem is about a deceased relative, incidentally....)
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Greg Cameron
-
I have currently in Nigeria on a nursing program but will be back in 4 weeks time. I
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Anonymous
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Fade
I'm here
you rather not so
let's join
hands, embrace,
dance to unheard music
and fade
to nothingness....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Documentation
we don't know who you are
and we have no record of you
try to understand our position
we get people in here all the time
pretending to be someone or something
some of them are really quite good
you get pretty cynical in this
line of work, believe you me
you look like an honest person,
but you have no idea
how well people carry some things off
it's frightening, it really is
now if you had some documentation,
some iota of proof or
even some scrap or maybe
a reference,
but we don't have much to go on here
it's easy to slip
between the cracks
or get ploughed under by a bulldozer,
but these are the times we live in
you go home and think about it
maybe have a look around,
see if there's anything you can bring
to us and we can give it
a once-over
try to understand
if we don't have anything in
the way of documentation
it's pretty much like
you don't exist
yes, yes, you're right here
in front of me right now
you look as real as anything,
but it's the System,
there's no bucking it
just come back some other time
and maybe if you have something to show us
we'll be in
business....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
The ugly shrub
she's no prize
indian hawthorn in the winter time
the first day of spring feels like summer
too hot to do anything
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Anonymous
-
Explode
pearls of sweat
falling to the floor
he pumps a plump hand
as if to inflate the head
flashing rows of teeth
the room itself explodes
lights flash
he circles about
emphasizing he is
the centre of everything,
absolutely everything
no one expected this -
so very tight
he knew it all along
wink!
he points to someone
who laughs and waves on cue
he says it's not just
for those in this room
but for everybody
they applaud everything he says,
even though they can scarcely hear
themselves think-
everything has turned out
he preached disaster, but
there is hope
he and the men and women
in this room will plot
plot misery, death
but it won't be their own
jets streak in the sky
towards tomorrow
that which is laid down
will never be torn up
trees, vegetables wilt and die
perhaps people can
do the same....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Photo
they used to say you looked
born and bred in a coffee house
when you looked in the mirror
you saw a mouse in glasses
maybe scuttling under tables
avoiding legs and feet
but now you're with the crowd
bearing a placard tall
shouting, chanting,
joining hands, then letting go
to shake a fist
looking fearlessly at a line of cops
yelling "shame!" at a scuttling suit
you're bouncing on your feet
it's as if you're all dancing
a great carnival
such fun and it's
right
- then suddenly someone emerges
from the crowd,
looks right at you,
points a camera at you
click!
then disappears
and all you can do
is stand there,
your arms drooping
till the top of your placard
touches the concrete....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Frantic Gestures
screaming hairy mass
shaking his fists at
an empty sky,
his hair tossed
as an overgrown field
his eyes look this way and that -
to blame?
to seek a victim?
you'd dismiss him as crazy
and turn away
but attending to his words
you find him making sense
hypnotic, in fact - you want to
step over the fence,
touch him, hug him,
reassure him
(if that's possible)
take him away,
clean him up, make him presentable
introduce him to your friends,
maybe get him to take
a few classes,
learn a trade
or diversify his perspectives
- but there's something wrong
with his eyes
and those ranting angry words
and you back slowly
away, turning to realize
just how far you are
from anywhere....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, March, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - purely by coincidence, on the way to this particular library, I encountered some bearded street guy with a back pack ranting about something or another and tossing imprecations at passers-by.)
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Greg Cameron
-
I don't think you understand
All I want to do is love you
I found
the grace of the bends
another angle of your face
with which to fall in love
not merely lust, passion, or infatuation
beyond admiration
So engrossed by your every brilliant facet
Just let me love you
just let me love you
just let me
love
You
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Anonymous
-
a thank you not needed
the actress of love
and the wasted time of the wanna be
all the guys want the short girl for a short time
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Anonymous
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the time to give your computer to your government is now
the dog farts are stronger than our love
her illness doubled applied to her sickness
mental
a hat made out of flea bag
as Bruce Jenner has his penis removed
so he can better love women
you write bullshit and call it poetry
poetry?
No artist with a massive drug habit could even jokingly call that art
spraying the freeze to kill the skin dead and open the pores
bonsai lies fill my tank
nickle and dime another false art like our friend jesus
butt sprinkles
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(Greg Cameron, BA(SFU), MA(WWU), former Ph.D. candidate at Queen's, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Too Little, Too Late
let us sing a ditty
of dubious intentions,
strong emotions,
wrong decisions,
things too little,
too late
ugliness and everything else
blended into an
undifferentiated whole
no one will know the truth
if truth there be
most won't remember
those that do will laugh
and we continue on
against cold winds
expecting at any moment
to encounter something
that at long last
will run us down....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - man, I'm typing lousy today!)
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Greg Cameron
-
Here
adjust your tie
the moment is upon us
see the cameras over there?
they catch your good side
see that lady?
she wants you
that guy over there
has no idea why he's here
the sun is quite literally blinding
you can hardly hear yourself think
and nothing's happening yet
banners whip in the wind
over there you see a line of traffic
going somewhere other than here
a gull wheels in the air
then dive bombs out of sight
a piece of paper
flaps uncertainly aloft
in the wind
a bearded guy points at you
the roar becomes a scream
you think the stage would implode
from all the goddamn noise
you grab hold
instinct takes over
but maybe even you
might wonder why you are
here....
(Greg Cameron, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
You Were
you really were quite lovely
and songs of Death were sounded,
inciting shouts, brandished fists, stamping feet
you really were quite lovely
and lies were told in backrooms,
no one really believed them,
hands were shook, deals signed
you really were quite lovely
and he picked his nose
and belched
and scratched his balls
in underwear he hadn't changed
in a week
you really were quite lovely
and you took off your clothes
to a room of leering, cheering louts
you really were quite lovely
and someone was beaten in an alley,
kicked, punched, shoved against the wall,
pushed to the ground, stomped
and blood ran from his mouth
as his hands clenched,
unclenched
you really were quite lovely
and the mark was reeled in,
signed, sealed and delivered
God, was he taken
and really he wanted to be had
you really were quite lovely
and a policeman filled in his report
full of lies and spelling errors
that would make even a juvie
blush
you really wee quite lovely
pools balls clinked
and a fat man behind the counter
looked up and warned with a bark
about getting tears in the
pool table
you really were quite lovely
and new birds proclaimed
a new day
with old birds and old days
forgotten
you really were quite lovely
- it's too bad, really
just too bad -
but you've had your laugh
have you not?
and clouds punctuate
a blue nothingness....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2015 - rough night, people... .)
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Greg Cameron
-
Snap
he'd dangle from the
bar of the yellow swing set
beside the red slide,
kicking his legs wildly
and the black-and-tan coon hound
would leap, snap at him,
growling
in sudden bursts of action
drool spraying
- we think the coon hound
knew it was all a game,
but,
in the final analysis,
who knows
really?
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
Each root wrapped around another pvc pipe growing squeezing it closed without the help of clonex these roots are mean
these oak trees will tear up the concrete and your foundation they don't care about property values
they want to be one the top of the food chain
nothing soft like Billie piper can stop them
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Anonymous
-
Persistence of Vision
why do you whine at dawn?
birds of prey give flight
the sun casts a new light
on the situation
trees stretch and wave
that which is green
is even more green
that which is blue
is even more blue
sparrows give song
crows give nothing
and dogs wag tail
at the newness of it all
ignore your parents
stare into the sun
until you go
blind....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
what do you mean in upon themselves
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Anonymous
-
Already Gone
I sleep with the ferns
I drink the sky
I feel pebbles
so round
so smooth
run my fingers through mud
the tiniest grit
consider an ant on
a blade of grass
a moth arising
in lethargic flaps
against the droop
of a cedar tree
water so cold
rushing somewhere
a barb wire fence sags
trees rot in
upon themselves
a dog dashes
after a truck
already long gone
and down the road
a red light blinks on
and off....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Ca nada)
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Greg Cameron
-
loropetalum from a bush to a gumdrop shaped tree
time
three gallons of water a minute
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Anonymous
-
Lighter
a lawyer sits in a bathtub
and cuts his wrists
instead of blood
a steady flow of
dollar signs
comes out -
he doesn't die,
but he does feel
considerably
lighter....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, February, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - been a hectic week/nearly didn't do it this week/all the best....)
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Greg Cameron
-
Your beauty extends far beyond the realms of reality
How to capture it
surround it
seize it
find an ounce you'll relinquish
and make it all
Mine
Oh what would I do
inside the ocean of you
drink every drop
till there was nothing left of me
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Anonymous
-
An Imperative (Not Necessarily Categorical)
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(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada
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Greg Cameron
-
the rough life
nothing easy
garbage is free sometimes
garbage and disease
the pain & struggle with each penny
adding up the hours to a dollar
lost sleep broken heart
trying to make mental illness make sense
a waste of time
a mind for an eye
robbed by everybody's girl
heartless she may be
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Travis
-
Waiting In The Rain
waiting in the rain
for a brother
water running down the
layers of walls
great ferns reaching out
people with the sense
to bring umbrellas shuffle by
some in small groups
a professor with a damp beard
and dampened pipe
everyone in a rush
as if away from some disaster
the sky shows no promise
of being other than grey
suddenly there he is
drooping under the weight of big brown bags
one for each hand
hugs, jokes - then into the car
and away
with a spray of water....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
I wish I could just erradicate you from my mind
my heart
my soul
This unbelievable craving I can't shake
unwanting the wanter
all I want to do is pull you close
Breathe you in
I live for the lines of your face
Please God take it away
take it away
take it away
take it a way
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Anonymous
-
All this love
and no one with which to share it
This sucks.
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Anonymous
-
The rain didn't stop
the fever didn't help
like a thorn through the fingers
over and over again
the jokes not even funny
the truth even funnier
all the money wasted on a 99 year lease
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Anonymous
-
Lies in Suits
I saw lies in suits
they gathered outside huge buildings,
talked about important things,
retired to bars or coffee houses,
talked of family, friends,
colleagues, secretaries,
about things they weren't
supposed to be talking about
coming to deals behind
others' backs
they talked of politics,
sometimes agreeing,
sometimes agreeing to disagree
outside they smoked
or talked about giving up smoking
they exchanged banalities
about the weather
and they sneered at you and me
because the thought us incapable
of understanding anything,
anything at all
- the Big Picture or all
the little details -
and they didn't think us capable
of drawing conclusions -
heavens to mercy, no! -
they thought we're all too
droolingly stupid for that
and the lies in suits
enjoyed a tremendous laugh
at our
expense....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, Surrey, B.C., C anada)
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Greg Cameron
-
The mentally handicap dog was free
they say you get what you pay for
he keeps lying in the sand and giving the indoor cat fleas
although it doesn't even work, the meds to treat them is thirty bucks a piece
in and out the door in and out
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Anonymous
-
The 8 months of winter are almost half way over.
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Anonymous
-
well that's F'd up isn't you
-------------
Anonymous
-
I love everything about you
even your hate
For me
-------------
Anonymous
-
Found
the day they took everyone
into the woods and
shot them
the birds were singing
dogs were barking
clouds parted to
reveal the sun
and a child discovered
a worm
in the tank tracks in
the mud
she held it up
it wiggled for its life
but a soldier gently
took her by the arm
to join the rest....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
-
I love everything about you
even your hate
For me
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Anonymous
-
A Particular Flower
a flower emerges
from a pool of blood,
looks straight up
at the sun,
lets forth a gasp
of sorts,
then
expires....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Can ada)
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Greg Cameron
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Big head with 3 colored hair scrounges her way with the obese chump she is using to position her self behind the shed and keep watch in case he goes into the backyard where she will get a chance to say something rude even if she has to stay out in the weather all day & night.
Big head
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a terrible mess she is
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Big head with 3 colored hair scrounges her was with the obese chump she is using to position her self behind the shed and keep watch in case he goes into the backyard where she will get a chance to say something rude even if she has to stay out in the weather all day & night.
Big head
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Anonymous
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Watch
you tug the empty
garbage container down
all the steps
then up the path
- rattling, bouncing -
as a big black cat
with massive whiskers,
sandwiched between
the tree and the sagging fence,
watches you with
big eyes
of complete boredom....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015 Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Something to Hide
mud up to your knees
chickens clucking
an unshaven man
with dubious teeth
grins and spits,
and fog wraps
about the mountain
as if there were
something to
hide....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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Metronome
he toiled for years at
the piano
he was good at it,
but it never came easily
all the while the metronome
lorded over him -
click, click, click....
he wasn't patient
he gave up convinced
genius was something
you do, not something you
worked for
many years later
in the midst of incredible noise
people all about him
he stands head aloft,
at a tilt
seemingly listening
for something no one else
hears -
click, click, click, click....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada - autobiography? you decide....)
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Greg Cameron
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There's no way to refresh her mind from the decision she has made to spend the rest of her life making me miserable
and so the dice have been tossed
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Anonymous
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The blood orange tree I got from the stand on the side of the road for fifty bucks is pretty big for the price & the few oranges on it are turning ripe. The man was craY, I asked him for a yob & he wanted me to give him two grand to be his partner. I could see that would be his vacation & the 30 plants wasn't worth two grand then he told me my citrus grafts & air layers were illegal because of the laws they made because of the greening disease but it doesn't matter anyway since all my citrus grafts have died. The I hope your not wearing that to the funeral jokes begin around three
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Anonymous
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A Blood-Red Sun
I took you in my arms
and missiles hissed
into the sky
I ran my fingers through your hair
and streets ran
with blood
I told you my feelings
and speeches pointed
to the enemy,
lies and truths promiscuous
I kissed your lips
and a dying soldier
gasped for breath
that would never come
I ran my hands all over
and people were herded
into camps
clutching their few belongings,
wondering
we made passionate love
and they all marched
to lies no one believed
and promises no one
would keep
they marched in the cold of morning
eying the prospect
of a blood-red
sun....
(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada)
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Greg Cameron
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