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There is such a place, you know--
one that transcends time and space
and visions of what you're supposed to resemble,
and the limits placed by the digits
of your mortal age.

I can feel the presence of it
in my bones,
where the sky is never ending and liberated
and the sun and moon
can openly converse and love and exist,
without the rules of superiors
who like tragic love stories and twisted histories.

Whatever you decide to do, whatever you decide to feel,
there are no restraints
to keep you from the prospects of flying,
or dreaming,
or embracing things that you had to
let go of in another existence.

There is no fear, confusion, or awkwardness,
no doubts of not belonging,
of not deserving to exist in such a place
where your soul can be pure,
and being able to thrive
without having to try so hard
anymore.

You don't have to try anymore to
be a good person,
because you are one.
You don't have to struggle to hold on to yourself,
you don't have to feign ignorance
or enlightenment.

You can breathe and smile openly,
and every smile is so breathtakingly beautiful that
you glow and transcend above all heavens
and insecurities.

The ground is soft and supportive,
giving way to your feet, that no longer
feel so tired and heavy from having to labor to live,
or from constantly running away
from demons and voices
that tear at your conscience and soul.

No, you can now feel as light as air itself,
soft feet running on sunkissed clouds that
formed from tears of happiness.

When it rains,
you don't have to take cover
for it has already washed away all your sorrows and guilts,
guilts in the forms of hot, suppressed tears
in the failures of your lost ambitions
and stolen discoveries,
guilt from turning away, even when someone
asked you for help.

You can forever venture out here,
to unknown, misty, thriving islands and majestic palaces
far away,
you can do things you never got to do,
for you don't have to pretend
to be someone you aren't.

You don't have to live each day questioning
every single telltale of life.

You don't have to wonder anymore
about why the world can be
such a cruel place,
no matter how many rays of hope
reach into the darkness.

You don't have to wonder anymore,
because here
such misery does not exist,
and the ruins of a good soul
dance as a renewed, enlightened being again.

Above all,
you don't have to live someone else's life
because here, you find yourself
over and over
and over again.
07/09/18

The Green of this particular Nirvana is a component that allows you to love and live freely, with no restrictions or heaviness of people weighed down by the world, and themselves.

Here, you are liberated from the faults of others, and the faults of yourself in a time and place where you were ignorant and lost.

Here, there is no society to degrade you. You can exist solely in harmony with nature.

Edit: Wow, I can't believe this poem got chosen to be the Poem of the Day! I've never received so many likes, comments, and feedback on any of my poems, so I feel overwhelmed, but very happy. Thank you for taking the time to read my words; it really means alot to me <3 <3
Were you to cross the world, my dear,
  To work or love or fight,
I could be calm and wistful here,
  And close my eyes at night.

It were a sweet and gallant pain
  To be a sea apart;
But, oh, to have you down the lane
  Is bitter to my heart.
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“Why do I love” You, Sir?
Because—
The Wind does not require the Grass
To answer—Wherefore when He pass
She cannot keep Her place.

Because He knows—and
Do not You—
And We know not—
Enough for Us
The Wisdom it be so—

The Lightning—never asked an Eye
Wherefore it shut—when He was by—
Because He knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—
—Of Talk—
There be—preferred by Daintier Folk—

The Sunrise—Sire—compelleth Me—
Because He’s Sunrise—and I see—
Therefore—Then—
I love Thee—
 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
Shakia
If only we could change the past
Change a memory, a regret, and make things last
Forget my sins and I’d forget yours
The pain and tragedy that seeped through my pores
The memories of you crying about the pain in your chest
The deadly beast of grief that gave you no rest
The scars on your body designing a hidden map  
To the fractured and broken Maple Tree that no longer held any sap
Its limbs twisted and decrepit, no life seeping through
Yet you still gave me your love and I gave my everything to you
A broken love built on a broken promise of sanity and security
A love derived of tenderness and heartfelt intimacy
But it wasn’t enough
What once was a life to eternity became a bluff
I don’t hate you, but I do
I don’t love you, but I do.
The hidden map became a throbbing globe
Each piece connecting to the next leading to a tree only I know
The tree no longer exists what stands in its place is nothing but ash
They tell me you didn’t suffer the drugs made it fast
If I could go back in time I wouldn’t
I wouldn’t change the broken crescent of your smile, I couldn’t
I wouldn’t change the way your eyes sparkled under the stars
I wouldn’t change the way we dreamed to make a place in this world ours
At least this is what I want to say because I know I would
I would forget your name if I only could
I would forget that your favorite color was gray
I would forget the way you used to say everything will be okay
I would forget you because it’s too hard to remember
What could have been and what was until that fateful December;
 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
LA Kirby
NEW
 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
LA Kirby
NEW
Like a thief, he came and took her “life”~
As though he thought he had a right.

A little girl so strong and bold~
Was laid to rest, her joy gone cold.

It only took one evil choice
to destroy her innocence and leave her void.

A void that filled so much of her
with satan’s lies and destructive words.

But one night as the child cried out in shame
for some reason to live ~ He called her name.

A God so faithful, kind, and true~
Reached out His love, and made her new.
                           ~~~~
A young teen girl who’d saved that right
for her husband on their wedding night.

Was robbed of something she’d vowed to treasure
for a young man’s evil, selfish pleasure.

A selfish act that changed her path~
Created in her such hate and wrath.

But one night as the girl searched again
for some reason to live~ He called her name.  

A God so faithful, kind, and true~
Reached out His love, and made her new.

                              ~~~~
A battered woman, tired and weak
from empty promises he wouldn’t keep.

Stared in the mirror at empty eyes
that only saw his deceit and lies.

Her baby sleeping in the night~
Pills filled her hand to end her life.

But that night as the woman screamed in pain
for some reason to live~ He called her name.

A God so faithful, kind, and true~
Reached out His love~
And made her~
                            NEW.

                                           LA  Kirby
                                           3/27/09
My story.
 Dec 2018 Bek Blanchard
LA Kirby
Hurting people hurt people
with words and actions they don’t mean.
Lashing out in fear and anger~
Afraid the truth will soon be seen.

They hide behind their cutting words
and hope no one will see~
The heart inside that’s ever bleeding
from pain they fear will always be.

                                            LA Kirby
                                            10/16/09
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