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I wait
Swaying with the long grass
Humming low
Whispering the bear songs
I wait
Palms open to the the evening breeze
Legs tense in suspense
Eyes closed
I wait
................All the time I bent for you
................ All the time I spent changing for you
..................All the moments I kept myself in check for you
I have nothing left to give
Now I wait
I wait
For the Moon
His gentle touch on my soul
I wait
For the Moon
To rise and ask nothing of me but what I am
I wait
For the Moon
In this long dusk into twilight
Breathing in the dark
As I set

(JL)
What is it about you?
That just kept me hooked
Angel,you're on my mind
These feelings-they can't be shook

Why is your face in my head?
Baby,it drives me crazy
Because lately I can't sleep
And I think about you daily

What is it about your touch?
It's imprinted on my soul
That no night goes by
My love,I miss your hold

What the **** is it about you?
That after all this
You're still on my mind
And I miss you all the time
The other night, there was a unfamiliar Bug in my bedroom.
I saw it, and panicked. I went to get some tissue to be rid of it.
The Bug, of course, was minding it's own business, crawling along side my wall. Yet, I was afraid of it.
I wanted it gone.
So I killed it
Without a second thought.

Later that night, I laid in bed
I started thinking about the Bug that I killed out of fear.
I thought to myself, "What gives me the right to **** something, just because I am afraid of it?"
I'm in a dark place
But it's alright
I'm just resting my eyes
From the glaring light

                             By Phil Roberts
 May 2017 Apporva Arya
Kon Grin
No dark, no light
And no extremes the Lord has made.
No rights, no beauty and no fights.
The only are: the null; the one,
And every bit that dwells since then
Is built upon a hierarchy of a mind
Of a man.
25.2.17
 May 2017 Apporva Arya
Day
if you were a poem,
you would be a poem about a plane
grounded,,
wanting to be in the sky,
wishing, waiting, willing
knowing
that someday you'll be flying high

and if I were a poem
i would be a poem about a bird
drifting,,
dreaming of the land
wishing, waiting, willing
wary
and unsure of where I stand

but you are not a poem
and to be honest, neither am I
for I am just a poet
but someday

we will fly**

((and even though, we are not the same
my emotions drift like sand
i find my peace close to you
my heart safe within your hand))
#us
who
Who decides about what is pretty
if what really is beautiful
is the ability
to see the incredibility
in every single
grain of dust?
Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
Whispering through the tall trees.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
Calling through the sweet song
of the chickadee.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the hushed silence of a
clear night sky full of stars.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the quiet flapping of a butterfly's
gentle wings.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the lazy hum of the honeybee's
flight,
as she ascends and descends upon
blossoms in summer's radiant light.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Can you hear Him?
In the lion's mighty roar.
Can you hear Him?
In the waves of the sea which
crash upon the shore.

Can you hear the voice of God?
Calling out to your inmost soul.
Saying,
"Come to Me,
  come and rest.
  Receive forgiveness.
  Let My love heal you.
  Open the door of your heart to
  Me .
  For I stand at the door and knock."

Can you hear the voice of God?
O weary traveller upon life's way.
He longs to comfort you in His Love.
And chase your fears away.

Can you hear?
Can you hear?
Will you say,
"Speak Lord, I'm listening."
For then...
You will hear.
The voice of God.
"Behold, I stand at the door and knock.
If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him,
and he with Me." Rev. 3:2, Holy Bible

"And it shall be that everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved."  Acts 2:21, Holy Bible
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