Climbed the mountain of commitment
Unaware of all the casualties at the top
Who knew peer pressure was taller than Everest?
Climbed the mountain of commitment
Unaware of all the casualties at the top
Who knew peer pressure was taller than Everest?
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
In rainy March
I long for a
philosophical whisper over tea
The smell of possibility permeating
Your gaze an infusion of heaven
Barely we know where we are
Yet we know where we’re going
With some echo of curiosity
On a bed of uncertainty
I inhale your essence
Drink in your presence
Only we temper the inner warmth
Steeped in each other
Rain is threading through each whisper
Tea left unrequited and cold
In the company of drizzling rain
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)
Flushed by your beauty
I missed the warning thunder
The lightning now too near
A tolerant revolution began
The exact diameter of doubt
A product of the monster perhaps
Some confusion of steam
(Though young in me it was no child
Really just the oldest of old feelings)
The dismissal of which was temporary
i.
The one
You are not
I have found “the one” several times before
And no longer are they my ones
But the ones of another
The one
You are not
But my zero
ii.
I will bring the scent of many before youse
Women on my hips
In my beard
In my hair
In my mouth
Between my thighs and my fingers
Yes, an ocean of jealous females
Will come
But when I multiply them
By you
They will be nothing
*Originally published on thebreakdownoftaboo blog.
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
This daily script interferes
With any royal mood
Leaving abstract smiles
Upon the observer’s space
Each piece reaches the other
with startling ponder
Shaking up their normality
Signaling the writer’s psyche
Demanding a daily dose of encouragement
The bond sparked small
A distant curiosity sated by the choreography of words
A budding denial received confirmation in plain sight
An uncultivated heart given wings to ascend
An untamed mind flew over the boundary beyond the intellectual elasticity
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)
It’s not what’s underneath your clothes
It’s what’s underneath your soul
Which makes me love you for life
Dedication glued to sacrifice
This bubble is no sanctuary
To miss the fantasy outlook
Of younger years is a judgment
Why are there so many downs to the ups
But hardly any ups to the downs?
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
binge thinking and other things in life
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
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through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
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