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The End
My father is doing much better. Thanks to your prayers and kind thoughts. You are all awesome! Still don't have a lot of time. But I'll spend a couple of hours reading tonight. I don't even know where to begin! May you have a blessed morning/afternoon/evening!!!
~~<♢>~~

moon egg glistening
in nest of cloud
unsuspecting
it's lain in shroud

the egg is symbolic
of the soul
the clouds devour
the moon egg
whole

but this egg
won't be undone
it is lighted by the sun

so the cloud's belly
dark as night
shows an eerie
ethereal
light

the moon egg glows
and softly sings
so the cloud's
edges
wear a ring

moon egg coming
from the girth
gives the
impression

of

REBIRTH!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/10/2016
Another poem in my moon series. The half moon really looks like an egg. And it was up in the sky in a cloud that looked like a nest. That very Cloud devoured it. But it poured out such light that the entire edges of the clouds were backlit. Truly a beautiful sight!

Time for me to go to bed now.
I'll read more tomorrow
Dream is good
sleep is cool
rest isnt a should
but i dont just sleep

i stay awake and embrace imagination
you could say i defile human nature
i will when my brain shuts down and my mind mature

Dream is Good but i dont sleep..
Human Nature, Defile Boundaries
What is a Legacy
What's the equation that leads to the sum that is
A
Human
Life
The curtain draws as it must and
when it's done...
We spill out of this "Life" a grocery bag of idiosyncrasies, neuroses, hypocrisies, and other I-sees
What are we in the end but broken pieces of a puzzle we leave for others to assemble--who cares if the pieces fit.
Someone found a Kind word here
Another a Generosity
A memory of a Lie
Proof of a Cruelty
Acts of Humanity by a human being acting...
Who knows me well enough to define my Legacy?
Who else but "I"
I like spoken word poetry (a lot) and this poem works best if it's read in that type of tone.
I want to make Love to you, like the flame to the wick
Wrapping around you
                                        Caressing you
                                                                 Lighting You UP
                    revealing      YOU
The Real                              YOU
Not that silly facade you show the world -- cold and lightless
We are shapeless and flowing... dangerous and beautiful...
Love and Lust
Fused
Consuming Each Other
Awake and Alive
Tasting the Divine as our Temple burns
This is Life.
This is Death.
This is for you

To all Poets
The once who scream through painful silence
And the depressed wishing for an angel

The troubled souls, lost in self war
And some others mourning a lost one
Then the endless nights that bring tears to your eyes
To the molested one
Drunk in misery
And the others who is searching for a friend


I see you everyday in your words
I hear your Silence written in Ink
I feel your hearts yearning to be mended
I may not be a friend
Or family
But
I am a poet
So
I relate too
Don't curse yourself
Keep dreaming
Keep moving
Life happens~
But at the end
You will come out In success
Never give up
Look to the sky
Someone
Mightier
Than that
Pain
Watches you
Just keep looking
Keep looking


Ovi Odiete©

May your rough road be smooth
I don't know you, but this is for you
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