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 Apr 2014 Alexis Ash
Will Creech
Falling in love with words
Freed from your mind and pen
                  Naked soul
It's beautiful how human you are

Let's sign our names on tombstones
So one day somebody can see
                                                                                          We lived once too
 Apr 2014 Alexis Ash
Andrew Durst
Today was cold and damp,
          but it hasn't rained in weeks.
I attended a funeral today,
          but no one died.
I saw my reflection today,
          but it didn't look like me.
I saw the sky!
          but it wasn't blue.
I fell in love once,
          but it wasn't true.
      
                    I was alive today,
                          but no one knew.
I wrote this January of last year (2013)
I was going through a rough time and was away from home for a while.
Finding this really got me thinking.
So I figured I would share. Enjoy.
 Apr 2014 Alexis Ash
ky
i have a feeling
you'd be best friends
with the devil.
the way your
lies come in
pretty little
packages,
with
denial seeping
through the paper.
the way you
are quick to
take advantage
of everything
but the positive.
but the
main reason
you two
would get along
is because
you both
are unsuspecting evil
and mystery
wrapped in
a shell of
innocence
and charisma
just luring
in the
lost
souls
 Apr 2014 Alexis Ash
J M Surgent
There are few things I love in life

And you are one of few.
 Apr 2014 Alexis Ash
L
I will not allow you to own half of my heart any longer.
The property you staked dwindles day by day.
She is quickly filling in the you-shaped space, the space you occupied for so very long.
Get out of my head.
Step away from my heart.
Do not make me feel guilty for loving again.
...
A ray of dark light,
from a distant invisible star
spotted him sitting
in the circle of
soft, silver light,
"May I too sit with you
so soothing seems
your presence
its gravitational pull
will **** me,
if i am not allowed
to be in that delight
of light"
All he did was just smile
being equanimous,
"The choice is yours
the karmic design
prompts everything
and the consequences
of your action would
come back to you
like your pet canine"
without a word he
told this to starlight,
went back to his reverie
on being and nothingness
"What's the nature of light
in the heart of darkness?"
was his present "koan"

and then,
a disembodied voice,
called out to him
like from a well of panic,
"Effulgent being"
it lamented, "I lost myself,
seeing your kind aura
I forgot my real self
I am  a light, but, dark
now I am lost without a trace,
I don't find myself, help"

"Enlightened being"
said the one with focused mind,
I am not a messiah, just a
seeker like yourself
You had a quest,
that transformed you
made sublime,
you are there by rights,
have become one
with the silver light eternal,
even at the heart of darkness
you cherished a drop of light
love it was distilled from pain.
Look inside and see,
you are that, not darkness,
I am still on my way
be tranquil, I am blessed
touched by your heart."
Koan--(Japanese Zen Buddhist tradition) A succinct paradoxical statement or question, as a meditation discipline for novices.The effort to solve Koan is
intended to exhaust the analytic intellect and egoistic will, readying the mind to an appropriate response on the intuitive level.
 Mar 2014 Alexis Ash
Dominique
i sleep with a bomb under my bed

cut the blue wire
cut the red

(tick tock)

i can't live with this bomb anymore

i'm so hurt
i'm so sore


i cut my red veins
i cut the blue


it was going to end like this

i always knew
 Mar 2014 Alexis Ash
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
Disoriented:
not knowing where I am
Who I am
What I am
Doing.

I die momentarily
When the monster grip
my soul
Out of this hollow frame;
The body.

They say: "time will tell"
I know not
of the time
now.

Inability to differentiate
Dreams
And reality,
I lie between
The blurred line.
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