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 Nov 2010 Aura
George Krokos
There is a very special place
that's beyond time and space
where our soul longs to be
which is unlike this duality.

There is a place behind our dreams
definitely free of illusions it seems
that we are all hardly aware of now
to which we are heading somehow.

It's a haven of peace where
it is also very blissful there.
A sublime place beyond imagination,
the underlying reality of any situation.

There is a path that leads to it
on which all who travel benefit
who with a gentle guiding hand
can be sure of reaching that land.

It is even for those who don't believe
because they have as yet to conceive
with their mind steady in concentration
that object visualized in contemplation.

It's a little known realm of possibility
and for those who attain an actuality
in which all our dreams come true
but is only realized by a very few.

It therefore does exists within us all
what we have to do is heed the call
of that voice heard within our heart
and act on the wisdom it does impart.

There are some simple things each one must do
that have been overlooked so long by many who
have most of their lives repeatedly only ignored
those words which guarantee them The Reward.
From unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" - compiled in 1996
 Mar 2010 Aura
Irene S
The Drip
 Mar 2010 Aura
Irene S
That rose colored glass.
Our uninterrupted smiles and our
Soft forget-me sighs.
Was it glass?
Or was it smoke.
Was it razors and cigarettes?
Well, it encased my heart, my eyes, my tongue.
But not my ears.
They heard.
And slowly, through my veins the message crawled,
And slowly my tongue began to speak.
My eyes, they saw.
My heart, it felt.
But quickly I was fed
More smoke and cigarettes.
More glass, repaired as time began its inevitable
drip.
Drip, drip, enjoy.
Drip, drip, swallow,
Our doubts, our pains, our ever-present sighs.
I should have listened to our melodies.

More smoke and cigarettes
As I tried blow the smoke away.
And tried to spit the drip.
But glass it was and, love, despite my efforts,
T'was you who blew the final
Blow.
And still the glass remains.
Its sharp corners and its razor edge
In my eyes
My tongue
My heart.
The edges I will use
As they are now.
And rebuild that rosey shade with them
And smoke
And cigarettes.
 Mar 2010 Aura
william worthless
the elegance of the tiger
so beautiful is he
roaming in the wild
wonderful and free
stalking in the grass waiting for his prey
treading very softly as it comes his  way
silently he moves it is such a thrill
then begins the chase and finally the ****.
then he sits and hold it in between his claws
slowly as he eats it in between his jaws
then he takes a nap to sleep his food away
and for the tiger its been the perfect day.
 Mar 2010 Aura
Alex Apples
One look at you is all it takes
An injection of your kiss and glow
And my will just breaks
I think you know

I was a liar before I met you
Now your tenderness makes me weak
How can I lie so near to goodness
When I cannot even speak?

— The End —