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 Sep 2013 Fah
RyanMJenkins
Stupor
 Sep 2013 Fah
RyanMJenkins
We,
have the key, to the Whis.
Wizzes of our time in our own mental states of bliss.
Finding our underlying talents, to produce even more to give.
Sobriety doesn't lie to me, still I tend to see through caramel-colored glasses.
Cheers to those here, and those who've moved on past us.
Our love is ever-lasting, despite whichever realms we choose to dwell.
Heaven is in you, unless you choose to see it as hell.
Break the spells of normalcy and adopt better tendencies,
That glue you to a life of perceived fantasy.
Once we can put focus on our purpose,
We create milestones in history for all to see.
Mysteries intrigue me,
Just go through your voyage peacefully,
And I'll guarantee, a point down the river,
to meet the us we've never seen.
 Sep 2013 Fah
John-George Graham
The grief would be too large.

I would scream around our routines
begging for release.  
I would look upon our food,
the places we would eat,
a hovel shat in by beasts of fields
once walked in and enjoyed,
now ran through and hated
with the ferocity of feet cut on discarded glass.  

A blind charge, stumbling, straight into light
once charming, now burning.  Our sun and star
now sad fire chewing away on memories,
spitting out seeds it can not erase.  

I am here
And You were
here.  

The grief would be too large.
 Sep 2013 Fah
Kahlil Gibran
He is a link between this and the coming world.
He is
A pure spring from which all thirsty souls may drink.


He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing
Fruit which the hungry heart craves;
He is a nightingale, soothing the depressed
Spirit with his beautiful melodies;
He is a white cloud appearing over the horizon,
Ascending and growing until it fills the face of the sky.
Then it falls on the flows in the field of Life,
Opening their petals to admit the light.
He is an angel, send by the goddess to
Preach the Deity's gospel;
He is a brilliant lamp, unconquered by darkness
And inextinguishable by the wind. It is filled with
Oil by Istar of Love, and lighted by Apollon of Music.


He is a solitary figure, robed in simplicity and
Kindness; He sits upon the lap of Nature to draw his
Inspiration, and stays up in the silence of the night,
Awaiting the descending of the spirit.


He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the
Prairies of affection, and humanity reaps the
Harvest for her nourishment.


This is the poet -- whom the people ignore in this life,
And who is recognized only when he bids the earthly
World farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven.


This is the poet -- who asks naught of
Humanity but a smile.
This is the poet -- whose spirit ascends and
Fills the firmament with beautiful sayings;
Yet the people deny themselves his radiance.


Until when shall the people remain asleep?
Until when shall they continue to glorify those
Who attain greatness by moments of advantage?
How long shall they ignore those who enable
Them to see the beauty of their spirit,
Symbol of peace and love?
Until when shall human beings honor the dead
And forget the living, who spend their lives
Encircled in misery, and who consume themselves
Like burning candles to illuminate the way
For the ignorant and lead them into the path of light?


Poet, you are the life of this life, and you have
Triumphed over the ages of despite their severity.


Poet, you will one day rule the hearts, and
Therefore, your kingdom has no ending.


Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will
Find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.
 Sep 2013 Fah
Peter Pan
like colors
 Sep 2013 Fah
Peter Pan
Make me gold
Like the sun

Make me silver
Like the moon

Make me blue
Like the sky

Make me black
Like the night

Make me green
Like the forest

Make me red
Like the fire

Make me

gold
silver
black
blue
green
red

Make me love
like the

Rainbow after Rain
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