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SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
For reasons I won't go into
I can no longer get email.
Therefore, I cannot answer back to some of your comments in response to my commentary. Please forgive me!

Thanks!
Catherine
  Jan 2017 SøułSurvivør
Just Melz
Throughout this soundtrack that I call my life,
       your heart is the beat,
          your voice is the lyrics,
   your soul is the slow and steady rhythm,
             your kisses are the chorus
       and your face is the album art.
Without you,
  I would never hear music the same again.
  Jan 2017 SøułSurvivør
Valsa George
A cool December morning!
Today I rose much earlier than usual
I watch the night stealing away
Like an accused convict under cover

Sunlight peeks through the leaves.
In the haze of overhanging mist,
Only the blurred silhouette of trees in sight
The crows have begun their raucous call

The leaves of grass are misted with dew
A cool zephyr blows from the south
Clouds float like shredded cotton
Even Sirius, the brightest star has paled

Life is slowly beginning to unfold
And men like shadows have begun to move
The sun has now climbed to the Eastern hills
In scintillating glory like a mighty king

Shattering the mist with his lance like beams
He exults like a victorious warrior
His crystal rays rouse the sleeping birds
And they begin their chorus in wondrous rhyme

I enjoy the sweetness of this lovely morn
In serene silence, I stand and watch
The light that slowly fills the Earth,
Dispelling all trace of overhanging darkness!
Unlike the Winter of the West, here in most parts of India it is very mild and sweetly pleasant with clear blue skies, bright sun and cool mornings and evenings. This is the best time of the year, here in the place where I live. The morning air carries the scent of opening flowers, so refreshing and giving an exotic feel !
SøułSurvivør Jan 2017
are not
permanent

~ but ~

this is how
mine
felt

like the shadows
under the
dead tree
which leach
blackness
into the
groundwater

the tattoo
scribbled on my
skin as a teenager
with a thick
needle
and ink

~ your name ~

a port wine stain
birthmark
which extends
across
my
*******

skrimshaw
on my own
teeth

the
Rorschach patterns
which diagnosed
YOUR
mental condition


they shouldn't define

~ me ~

BUT SHOULD BE
IMPRINTED
ON YOUR
FOREHEAD

PERMANENTLY


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
To the ex-boyfriend who tried
to beat me up.
He didn't succeed. I ran to a neighbor
who called the cops.

He did manage to leave bruises, though.
I threw him out that day.

To all battered women.
My experience wasn't lasting.
But it left a lasting impression.
I can't even imagine how
you must feel!
I hope you find comfort and help!
Winter moon.
Above snow-covered trees.
A glowing sickle.
In the cold dark sky.
Lighting up the frozen black.
Of this New Year's night.
The Winter moon shining bright.
Casts a warm glow
upon the snow tonight.
Forget the freezing, icy road.
For just a moment.
And lift up your head.
Fix your gaze.
Upon the Winter moon.
Which God has made.
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