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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?
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
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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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
Anonymous
-


Make a fed case about it geez wtf are you even talking about ...ever
without identity you want dedication
-------------
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
-------------
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
-


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.
-------------
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

-------------
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
-------------
Anonymous
-


The limbal ring of your mercy

Only holds







So much
-------------
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))
-------------
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)
-------------
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
-------------
Anonymous
-


It died with me

It ended within me

It stopped without you
-------------
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)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-


not even tomorrow
-------------
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)
-------------
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.



-------------
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.


-------------
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?
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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)
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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)
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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
-------------
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)
-------------
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
-------------
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


-------------
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
-------------
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
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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...._
-------------
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
-------------
Anonymous
-


Sure, sure

Yeah yeah...
you wouldn't fathom how lonely it gets
-------------
Anonymous
-


you should have been kissing me toni ght
-------------
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.... )
-------------
Greg Cameron
-


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
-------------
Greg Cameron
-


To all my exes:


You're welcome
-------------
you're no exception
-


Bet you haven't thought of me

Onc e
-------------
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)
-------------
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"
-------------
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
-------------
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
-


the lilypad
-------------
Anonymous
-


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
-


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
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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)
-------------
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.)


-------------
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
-------------
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
-


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!)
-------------
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)
-------------
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... .)
-------------
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)


-------------
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
-------------
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)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-


what do you mean in upon themselves
-------------
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)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-


loropetalum from a bush to a gumdrop shaped tree
time
three gallons of water a minute
-------------
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....)
-------------
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
-------------
Anonymous
-


An Imperative (Not Necessarily Categorical)



trash yrself
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trash yrself
trash yrself





(Greg Cameron, Poem, January, 2015, Surrey, B.C., Canada
-------------
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
-------------
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)





-------------
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


-------------
Anonymous
-


All this love
and no one with which to share it

This sucks.
-------------
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

-------------
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)
-------------
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

-------------
Anonymous
-


The 8 months of winter are almost half way over.
-------------
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)
-------------
Greg Cameron
-


I love everything about you
even your hate

For me
-------------
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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