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Poetry

Poetry – TO REACH VENICE BEACH

-marty liboff-2015 With a broken soul and heart I try a new start. I run to the far end of the earth searching for a rebirth. After a long trip I reach Venice Beach- looking for any wisdom it will teach. A trip to the West Coast L.A. is crazy and it is the most....

Poetry – The Death of Venice

by Blake Abramovitz i Pit bulls kick up dirt engoldened by the sun, honey to sooth broken streets of Lexus hybrids and homeless clowns. Princes sheathed in denim stagger past out-of- work shamans who hunch over guitars to rasp their bright laments: Teenage cops, killings, a new apartheid. American flags jerk, horses’ tongues flailing, skaters...

Poetry – A Perfect Balance

By: Chaya Silberstein   Some emotions are as heavy as a bag of pennies that you are saving for a time that no longer exists. You find yourself abruptly sitting and staring into the distance until you are reminded that you have more important things to do. Some emotions are as light as helium filled...

Poetry – THE FUTURE MAN

by c. purein look for the guy in the corner for he knows loneliness and self loathing if you are from the future why are you here? to set things right so you can move forward but this is why we do not time travel things like this can never be undone. the heart is...

Until It is Done – for Nelson Mandela

by Mark Lipman For all those who say, it can never be done, who look upon those ivory towers with their militarized trenches disappearing chambers and puppet mechanisms imitating human beings in all aspects ‘cept for a conscience and a body to jail enslaving a world with divisions of hate and sectarianism, I say, dream...

Poetry – dollar daze

by c. purein 6 meals away from anarchy hard cracked nails eyes burned my conscience how does she do it dirty in the sand bare necked iron grip on 1 dollar or was it 1 loaf 1 beer 1 dream it was nothing god bless there were 5 more but starbucks is a block away...

Poetry – Venice, CA 90291

Venice, CA 90291 The sun burns more than the surface. Layers of dried skin: a landscape of a dozen decades of decadence crumpling like an old child into un- original positions. Heart problems we have and hereditary memories of torchlight reflected off water in the canals. So many centers (in this prodigal sister city) of...

Poetry – Adoption

Adoption Two little girls are soon departing we don’t want this but there is no other way They have been great kids to have around the house I knew my heart was going to break and it did, over and over but the broken heart is an open heart open to the love bouncing in...

Poetry – I am Here

I am here I am a walker of worlds – I transport myself to the past The ground under my feet is not the ground that was before The memories are held in the hand, gently The screams and laughter of an old pier That is not there, anymore They tore that pier down after...

*SWEET* *SUICIDE SERENEDE*

*SWEET* *SUICIDE SERENEDE* by Marty Liboff We’ve all thought of suicide sometime when life stinks & nuthin will rhyme … When we’re in physical & mental pain with tears fallin like rain I feel like shootin myself in the brain. I’d take a gun & shoot myself in the head but I may miss &...
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