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 Jul 2012 Alice Curtis
Jon London
A grey littered sky
With no harmony of birds
Summer in mourning



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What is important
is not the *******,
but the way,
not the rewards
but the trip,
so my journey
was directed
toward something
that we call
enlightenment,
which I thought
was some kind
of head explosion,
but that scared me,
so while I desired
enlightenment,
I also thought
that it probably
would **** me,
so my journey
has been an up and down
kind of trip,
and even at its worst,
I was still here!
It is ‘beautiful here'..................sitting
A place I wish I’d always been
Although, I think the time has waited

It feels good
I am sought out by life
My presence meaningful in this tangled wired mesh

I will open up to be.......... “vulnerable”
Let in and not be...... “fearful”
Invitation to share this ....
                                          “beautiful here”

A sight to be booked and seen
This place is like no other
A haven for all

I love it here and
Do not harbour its cocoon
Neither should I contain it

Allow me to pass on this sanctuary
Let it in
Seeping into your spirit

The sounds of nature adding
To this tranquillity, they
Feel it also

It is not just for me
Come in and see

It is.............
                    ‘beautiful here’
 Jul 2012 Alice Curtis
Jon London
Hues of rich scarlet
Gently touch the passing clouds
Pink swans sailing by
On lakes of soft magenta
As the sun sets in my glass.



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Reassuredove strides over modern bridges
occasionally glancing for somewhere to sow his seed
Her scicle a slicing scythe smoothly severs  
the flesh like a mongoose strike
tasting the life fluid
Quickly everyone dances in a sober pattern
the wake of a speeding ship shooting across the surf
White dog, walking at your side
you see it in the sober sun
unblemished by uncertainty
Reassuredove wont leave you all alone
rich genius. Tomorrow is the dawn of a greater day.
 Jul 2012 Alice Curtis
Jon London
Natural beauty
Soft embrace of silk flower
Petal like in flight





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The moon held me down,
Then your shining face swept me,
Now, I rise with sun.
I misjudged the fall and broke more than my legs
Hearts should come with airbags
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