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My eyes are awake now
I can feel your soul awakened me
Storm clouds are swept away
In my mind your image soothes my soul

You are my light on a dark day
You are near my heart
I can feel your warmth on me

When I awake from dreaming
5is reality sets in motion
I can feel your soul awaken
Dreaming, dreaming

My eyes are open now
Your my light on a dark day
When I lost my way
Your soul helped me
Through the days

I’m awake now
I’m awake now
I’m awake now

Your my light on a dark day
Storm clouds moving away
I’m wide awake now
All of these trials and tribulations
All of these tests
I need you now
I need you now
I will walk in your faith
I will speak your word
You give me the power
       I need
There’s power in your
          Voice
I don’t know who I am
I have a choice
Lord I need you now
Will you show me how?
A symbol of love,
my nation's pride,
a gift to the world,
built by Shah Jahan
for his beloved Mumtaz.
Fulfilled the promise
he made to her,
built a unique monument of love
to stand the test of time
where they now rest side by side,
together forever.
A reminder -
love exists in the real world.
Everyday I’m watching this eagle soar
I close my eyes and can see it fly
I’m looking up in the sky
 May 23 Anais Vionet
Lyle
you twist words that come from my mouth
you bend them into a sick shape
to match your will
you distort them until they fit
your version of events
You make things up
to make me seem like the bad guy
in your eyes there is only one truth
and it's the one you create from the words
you twist from my mouth
~~~<=>~~~


jasper trees
lace agate skies
ebony mountains

flecks of birds
amber
embers
with
sapphire
eyes

jaded leaves
pirouette
thru
space

emerald dew
upon

God's

Face


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) 3/7/2015


An absolutely MAGNIFICENT morn here in
Southern Arizona

Sharing a little of it with you
My daughter's friend in masjid,
She greeted me ,
I asked her how she was,
And about her cute daughter,
She was triste for not visiting me,
And promised to do so.
Actually I don't blame her or her good intentions,
I blame time,
It flies on autopilot
Flick of a finger morning becomes night,
Monday zooms to Friday,
And presto!
It's  the end of the month,
It seems just the other day was the beginning of 2025,
And it's already middle of the year.
22/5/2025
I truly believe
All they said to me
Lived on the edge
Of just wait and see

But as far as they came
Those days went away
No longer the standard
The innocent age

Never a worry
Of what was to come
Live and let live
Loved everyone

Placing ourselves
On center stage
Is the day that it fell
The innocent age

A fairy tale read
In the brightest sunshine
With little time left
We all closed our eyes

What once was our calling
We should have saved
Now desperately longing
The innocent age
 May 23 Anais Vionet
Aaamour
what is love, I questioned myself
if she was a flower in a garden
I would  write poems,
describe her in the most elegant ways
I would love her more than myself

I would manifest
about her eyes, voice-everything
I would draw,
and add colours to make her stand out
I would tell about her
to this world- filled with misery

I would  try to recreate her
so I’ll never be left alone

we don’t pluck it out
just to spend a day or two with it
instead we let it thrive
that is love
And to love is to leave
aimer c'est partir
In the end
we die alone

In the end
no blade to hone

In the end
do Angel’s call

In the end
when rhythm stalls

In the end
which deck unstacks

In the end
our health attacked

In the end
we pray for more

In the end
but fate endures

In the end
one final change

In the end
whose face remains

In the end
the bonds break free

In the end
— one last decree

(Radnor Pennsylvania: May, 2025)
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