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 Sep 2014 Antonio
Kelly Rose
Poetry deserted her
Words
Are all dried up in her heart
she desperately
tries to gather
her scattered thoughts
as her heart bleeds blue
09/28/2014
 Sep 2014 Antonio
Kelly Rose
Have you ever
found someone who
accepted you enough
that you call it love?

Have you ever
been afraid that
no one else
would accept you
like they do?

Have you ever
felt something was
missing....
but too afraid
to find out?

Yeah, me too!
9/28/2014
may my delusions
be smashed

may my sanity
be restored
still awake
yet my body
longs for sleep

thoughts are
rushing in and
not slowing down

the more I try
to sleep I
am more awake

I am sleepless
not because I
am full of fear

I can't sleep
because my heart
is brimming with love

I am filled
with anticipation of
love yet to come
Breath counts our days and nights like God.

Breath during twilight laid into blissful sleep,
breath of newborn welcoming the world,
breath during considerations on storm of frozen years,
breath of mortally terrified man thrown into abyss,
breath of memories creeping into oblivion,
breath during ecstatic experience of union with beloved,
breath of bard in sanctuary,
breath of soul while symphony plays in it,
breath during interference of God's message,
breath during observation of visible signs of what is performed in soul,
breath while you are overwhelmed by primal instincts,
breath during kiss affecting the sphere of sensuous ,
breath during awakening of images of love sick from excess of words,
breath during the intervention of God in life,
breath on the path of recognition of the idea of ​​good,
breath during  maturity examination in the field of theological virtues,
breath during reward of unrighteousness,
breath during arrangement of feelings.

Breath releases emotions without need of Katarsis.
Breath strengthens internal sense of security.
Breath makes soul your guide and teacher.
Breath makes possible
connection of mind,body and soul,
deliverance from the darkness of ignorance,
release from bonds of illusion,
separation of the spiritual needs and ****** needs,
to experience spectrum of human feelings,
to be a man distinguishing good from evil,
to celebrate life in all its glory,
to get rid of belifes limitating mind,
to enter into spiritual and physical world,
to study cosmological issues,
to hipothesize and recive answers,  
to experience fulfillment in the field of love,  
to overcome chaotic desires of our soul,  
to use the knowledge gained before entering the body,
to become an expression of divinity,
to imitate order of nature,
to dry out unusual flowers under a pile of books,
to experience God's Providence,
to prove that justice is worthy of having,
to exploit  days and nights in conformity with destiny,
to avoid venial sins in the future,
to exceed usual consiousness,
to dance in lake with stony bottom,
to think about something we never experienced,
to avoid the loss of sensitivity of the moral conscience,
to cry in defense of the poor,
to express  respect and love for fellow beings.

Breath is the hourglass measuring time grain by grain.
 Sep 2014 Antonio
chimaera
...of me?
 Sep 2014 Antonio
chimaera
A story of... Oh my!

Shall it start with I
and run across time?

Will it tell about sighs
and losses of sight?

Could it draw upon the tide
of a thirst that will not die?

Let it borrow instead your eyes,
let it not be told starting with I

for, into this story, adrift of present day,
strayed from the hearted I,

left to the sparse foam of time,
only dids and didn'ts will pour, no whys.
*[for Joe Cole's prompt, 'a story of you']*

19/09/2014
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