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 Mar 2015 Ata
Jeffrey Pua
Petrify
 Mar 2015 Ata
Jeffrey Pua
The pull of her lips
Is what is keeping the mind
And my docile heart apart,
As this puzzled soul
Weakens by the minute,
Trembling into a glorious moment,
Steadying to a cold close
As an imminent memory,
Statuary,
Barely,
Kissing back.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
 Mar 2015 Ata
Jamie King
My life is foretold in every crevice of this universe,
in serene seas, and swaying sands,
in scorching degrees and holding hands,
with a lover in my longing arms,
fires raging, and yet i am sheltered from harm.
and throughout my journeys,
it is my deepest desire,
to ignite and set my ambitions on fire,
in the midst of euphoric dreaming,
with my lover on this late summer's evening.
and i shall be at one with the stars,
and my doors in life shall forever remain ajar.

Walk into this space it is endless
sublime congruence with the heavens
open is the third eye looking directly at abyss
i feel a divine hint on my skin
as if it were a celestial kiss
there is no need to travel in doubt
it is written across the evening canvas
open the gates of exotic awareness


It is writhing, it is gifting, entrusting me, and quaking,
yet I, within mine, remain still.
Fore be it told, and beneath footless form, it's subversive,
yet, I dance a sure tango, uphill.
I must be sure, so sure not to mind lone notches and disparity,
as crevices, you see, they arch to transverse.
Fearing but forging the depths of what is migration, we say,
from this hallowed tangle be my rise, my verse.

I’m floundering, I grant, when I think I hold discovery,
so, I tug at the rein of imprint and plan.
It is here my beloved reliance, my precious doubtless tread
is afforded the fair crossing of Pan.
So, although it contests and chides and outreaches,
I am in love and as love, an apprentice.
A conquest won, no never, but here, a concession, a regard-
I am, with no poet’s journey, amiss.**

Lilting ebulliently in ineffable fields of ecstasy.
Mellifluous waves, in life's voyage,
inure us to pulchritude paths, refined by old age.
Multifarious, nascent jubilant days, swaying in paint,
array the way as we sail away.
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stanza
1 Aesha Nisar
2 Dawn King
3,4 Gwyn
5 Jamie King
 Mar 2015 Ata
Born
if.....
 Mar 2015 Ata
Born
If I could tell you
theories
illusions
visions
of love stories

if you were never a
fake
reckless
*****
the future would have been glorious

if I were to look at you i would see
a wounded soul
a seared heart
regrets and malice
pain,pain and pain

if you're a star then
refuse to be broken
refuse to be shaken
refuse to just exist and start living
 Mar 2015 Ata
hellopoet
Loving the unlovable
Has fashioned this tremulous
Unevenly layered perturbance
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