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 Oct 2013 hello
Lakshmy Narayanan
Morning, good morning!
What a pleasant feeling.
Look out of your window sill
Birds chirping down hill
Rising Sun’s   warmness  
with an aura of happiness
Dewdrops on rose petals
Moisture on flower beds
Lanes with damp mud roads
Children waiting with bookloads
Men with their tools to workshop
Women with their bags to shop
Each in thoughts of their chores
Or in groups musing at jokes.

As  the clock’s hands move forward
with the moving Sun overhead
Look out of  your window sill
watch the changes downhill
All energy withered in heat
Life slows down in many a feat
The splendour of dawn faded
As the brightness of light invaded
No musings or jokes on road
None could stand the heat to hold
The empty lanes appear  haunted  
Silence pervading   unhindered.

Look out of your window sill
Watch  the  Sun’s glare  going still
If  you enjoyed  the  day’s siesta
It’s a great  blessing after the Fiesta
The evening’s glow  at your doorstep
Spreading delight  at each footstep
Look around for the actions of mankind
Adept in their chosen courses behind
With all the lives on earth in the swings
Singing the glory of Almighty on the wings
Oh! What a colourful day to consider
With lovely thoughts of you to ponder!


For The Strange One,

Who can see the clouds in perfect formation,
Who move in waves of vibration...

They are the mystics at moonlight,
The tear-stained darkest night,
The waxing moon Vs. first sun-light.

we are the ones

They are the ones who's secrets you’ll die to keep,
deep inside, while others sleep.

They are the originals: darkened-minds, but genuine in love; true & kind.
They can strike you with a smirk and glance.
Or, fool you with a silly dance.
They will lure you with the birdsong's that they sing.
Or creep into your sleep,
To plant infinite kisses to seed through-out your dream.

Wide Awake You/Realize Her Mysteries Will Take You/
To A Whole New View

We swim for you, Oiseau
through the sound waves you drew

Sails Beckoning…
A Whole New Sea
Awakening.
In Me.

Yearning For You, My Oiseau
And The Sound Waves Needed To Lead Me Safely To:

A Light-House Of Love,
Discovered Beyond The Mist & Trees.

A Place For We;
Upon Land & Sea.

Shinning On, Ever-Lasting, Eternally

…My love, I've come to finally fly away with thee.

Love Always,
Your Siren Lost @ Sea

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Written By:
Danyle McGuire
Inspired By:
Strange affinities/dreams
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 Oct 2013 hello
Peyton Williams
Both our eyes were heavy and the quietness of the room drew us into exhaustion, yet neither of us dared to fall asleep. His bed was big enough for the both of us, but we managed to take up the least amount of space as possible. The closer we were, the better. Every inch of his skin intertwined with every inch of mine; and I refused to break the gaze between us because I knew we were deeply lost in each others eyes. It was in the way his fingers removed the lingering hair on my cheek that even the greatest words in the world couldn't describe. How do I explain the way my soul somehow leaves the body when he sighs into my ear, or how my mind takes flight when his lips graze my skin, my lips, my neck...

No matter how far into slumber I seemed, I would never take focus off of each small detail because, while gazing into his heart, I knew this moment wouldn't last forever.


~pw
 Oct 2013 hello
KM
Creepy Girls
 Oct 2013 hello
KM
I wear a warning sign
It's on display to see
"Careful! Sharp Edges
Run far from me"

Sharp and jagged
I rip flesh from bone
Sadistic pleasure
To make you moan

The funniest mood
Grabs my soul
Being a good girl
Requires much control

I might let go
Have some fun
But regain control
When I'm done

Just a moment
This mood will pass
Though I may abuse
This hourglass
10/16/2013
 Oct 2013 hello
Andrew Durst
My eyes are growing weary
From counting all these sheep
I'm trying to stay awake
When I'd much rather, sleep.

I can't seem to understand it
Why they are this way

The blind following noises
Just to make it through the day?

Do they choose to walk this path
Because they're afraid of being alone?
Or do they choose to walk this path
So the blame is not their own?

"I was just doing what they said!"
"I thought it would be okay..."
"I've never done this before."
"Man, I feel so ashamed..."

Where is the responsibility?
Where are the roles?
Everyone's a sheep
And thy cannot make it on their own

Do not fear a wolf
For the wolf, is not around.
When you have a chance, take it!
Success will be what's found.

Do not join the herd
Do not become a sheep
Try to stay awake
When the others are asleep.
This is about being a leader instead of a follower. But, you can make of it what you will.
Where does one start if not with the absolute I,
Beginning with sight,
The sun kept clockwork in check.
The kids kept their songs in their heads
The parents kept photo albums full of smiles where a split second
Becomes the cover letter for years of dread.
The page kept condensing life that is better left unsaid,
While the reader kept considering the page a part of him.

Beginning with sound,
The ocean kept grinding the ground.
The guitar kept articulating the waves that come from
A place that can be found
In the engine of muscled bone,
Arriving at what you know
Through nature's transient code,
Read between simultaneous consideration of scope
And a song that keeps you on your toes.

Beginning with touch,
The cage kept the prisoner condemned
Who was slave to the ego's violent whims.
Hunger ravages the idealism of men,
Who kept on believing in sensory over stimulation.
While rapid eye sleep kept fostering shackled sheep
Towards their only release.

Beginning with dreams,
I start to seem incomplete
Fuzzy puzzles kept flagging themselves as urgent but unapparent in meaning
And even faster in disappearing
To make room for me.
A resurgent thief
That kept insisting on stealing a mind's freedom to be.
 Oct 2013 hello
philosober
someone.
 Oct 2013 hello
philosober
one day
someone
will stop his life
and listen.
not only to you
but to every breath you inhale
every sip of warm tea your lips take
every freckled movement your hands make
every song your eyes sing.
he will love you;
every kiss you trail
will leave him frail
every word you speak
will leave him weak
and
one day
he will pray you
will never leave him, too.
                                             *p.t.
The acid sunset
My eyes are weary
Murdered branches raked violently
In the faded gloom
Death is broken with the blood trees
Faceless ancient spirits
Dying starts unsuspectingly
Sharp dandelions and silent turns
Crushed boulders on the edge
Where my identity is erased
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