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SUXXULENT

she exhibits
the toss away inhibitions
and the wolves at rest
sated come to prowl
the lights
the candy
the tasty
the cigarettes
the paid out bouncer
watches
we are not his threats
no point to make
top notch clothes
leathers phones
we have layered lives
beneath the sky full of
myriad lights
our inbox of mail
the dull and ordinary

we crawl into worlds the
women perceive and want
soothing our egos
and easing the aches
Happiness
they know to give
and reception
eager to please
and the dreams
the Satisfaction
their attention
their world
aligned with
the great alpha
tip of the spear
of that knowledge

intellect and genes
we mix with some
loyal babies
in gardens of ruin
Happiness in the
dark of moonlit
and storm tossed
atmospheres
....

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Sounds like some nights out I had when I was younger, the hint of danger and excitement. The challenge of youth, keen and hungry for that meeting. Great poem as always. Regards Roscoe....

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

a dull roar of stars
congregate
smoke congeals
light licks the polished
roll of steel
Ribbons wending
their way around
the casual blaze
of bay..Lights dancing
the murmur digested
over diss and bravado
balked

dug through all the
files..titles..
and found this one..
Impressed!

odd as it is...could be
the lounge of the GOODLIVING
retirement home
gone from seventy five rpm
to thirty three and a third
how we Love the Forty Five
that four minute sling
bending on words
ocean of eyes swimming
in mysterious depths

age is not a factor
in motive purpose
plan and tactical
infraction
results are
for every
Action there is
an equal and opposite
reaction
...

I remember my youth
well....and my age

then it was lush
vibrant..intoxicating
rain lands of garden
discovery and humid
suns

now its a desert a steppe
a winter yet dressed in
its season of silver
still appeased with
the warmth of a fall
lover...

winds will arrive in
the cold soon and
sing through the
wires...moan through
the ice laden branches
valkries to swing me
too the land of the
mindful valhalla for
at least the night

strange at this age
the more Ive forgotten
the more I seem too
also remember...

a happy state
though..

Thank U!

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gotta look this up....my titles are clues of course...
okay was confusing there for a minute
but enough to suffice my pique interest

endings.....math..although I dont know math
trajectory logic and chaos theory
behaviour patterning...

as in the order of physics is such that
the universe behaves too certian principles
of logic and physical states..
etc Intelligence...off shoot thought
artificial intelligence...
we are building this stuff..
it will have the template of our mind
awareness...
interesting concepts..

back to point making

endings..
are the beginnings

Once upon a tyme
is equally
Once it was all over

a departing of the
path..such as pool balls
with a set motion of horizontal
axis
but play with the sharks
and its another world of
magic..distortions of
law..too a degree

the chase..
Love is like this
placing ones finger
on what is..
when its really
changing..
because everything
is in process
even if it seems a
stasis or static
state

endings are really
beginnings
in a way

but the law of
random supercedes
rules of any game
snakes and ladders
chess
the chance of meeting
that girl in the bar
school..dance
mall..dating site..

frequency and odds
and ratios
so much.

the dealio is when
It happens
that illusion of the
great moment

that is the magic!!

and they all
lived happily ever
after...I surmise

thank u!

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