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 Oct 2015 Ariel Baptista
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Deep inside the forest they fly
Around rising burning embers
their inner child will never die  
Clasping hands with all the members
The fair folk dance to remember
In the great dephts of a collossal anthem
There were ray beams gathered, focused
Beautifully by a magic magnifying glass.

The true meaning of existence was living,
Breathing, focusing on step by steps little
Revelations; non-existing bouquets lit on
Misty meadows glowing in the morning
Dew drops budding on cherry blossoms.

He thought-nevertheless: he's falling into
The infinite abyss of his enticed farenheit
Hell, swirling his brilliant darkish mind to
The point of total absolute white, mingled
With blackness and sweet spectre of love
Profoundly smooched~wickedly nooked.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Lovebeam
 Oct 2015 Ariel Baptista
M
if I skip my eyes over the seas of my life
and choose only to dance on the shore
then, at the end, having ignored my strife
I will not have known there was more.

when, in the world, happiness is reward
we forget the true value of sadness
throttled about in a storm, we whirl
half blind and half crazed in our madness.

If I am concerned primarily with gladness
if I try to have hills but not valleys,
at the end I will not show any success
it will all be plains and not mountains.

If I focus only on good moments and their counting
I will lose the good gap that lies between
for even in thunder, in breaking, in shouting
in hot blasts of ignited gasoline-

even in losses, in war and in ravines
the world knows its weight, don't pretend.
Our lives, you see, would not be complete
had they not been destroyed by their end.

We live as though our hopes will extend
through countless ages of life
but the truth is, the dark we must strive to accept
for without it, we could not see the light.
Not about the dark as in sin, which we must strive to remove from our lives. The dark here is pain and suffering that are inevitable. This isn't about accepting your flaws but rather acknowledging that your life is not whole if you merely chase after happiness the whole time. In fact, I wouldn't suggest accepting your flaws. We should always be improving ourselves. But with this in mind, improving ourselves doesn't mean our lives will get automatically better. As long as there are things worth losing, there will be pain. And that pain is worth feeling. I want to encourage everyone to feel their lives for everything they are in order to be whole. Likewise, sadness is not valuable in and of itself but rather it is important in contrast and in the context of your whole life. If you are focused too much on sadness, your life is out of balance just as much if you focus too much on happiness. In order to be a whole person we must acknowledge that sadness is worth feeling because it means something is important to us. Our focus must be on the improvement of ourselves and those things that are important to us. Emotions exist alongside our journey. They do not direct it. But they are still worth feeling. All of them.
 Oct 2015 Ariel Baptista
C
I have the tears of a girl that appreciates the earth it waters.
The soil would be grateful
yet these waves saturate my soul with woe
with whimpers so soft, wishing the lonely sting would dull
the dismal fingerprints that harden my stare,
which they dare not directly gaze.
My reflective pools blind those passing by.
Today, I spit on these sighing waterfalls.
They told me the glacier’s love song was glorious.
But I sojourn, asphyxiating in beauty,
suffocating in once still waters.
Two half-naked bodies whirling about in the streets. Our thoughts pillowed against soft winds that blow a friendly touch under our skin. To explore love with a stranger is not a sin save for those intentional grins. A shoulder of yours exposed in this light flashed against my eyes. Already a tender friendship with your body. Watching your eyes watch me watching us with calm degrees intending such. Your awkward smile is beautiful because it is sincere. A nervous breeze encircles our waist and words disguise a melody unchaste. To make a love out of meeting you is the same love preceding you each time an effort is made in completing two.
The Poetry of Matthew Goff
Amazon
You have a gaze that imprisons,
the kind that no one would ever want to leave,
yet they dart here and there, don’t
you see your purpose?
He is not your purpose and he doesn’t see it
yet.
Do not let his gaze imprison you.
One day, you will no longer see yourself inside a prison. You will learn that you are exactly where you should be and when that day comes, I will teach you how to make a piano sing, just like I promised.
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Tolling


..


In the darkness

DEATH

GROWING

//

we sit listening

Pretend we are not hearing

The

BELLS BELLS BELLS !

""

We talk so well

Of loving !


In the graveyard

Dancing with corpses
To the tune
Of


the BELLS!
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