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i'd carry your dreams
inspire you with visions of unseen
expire in the play of your hands

if only you'd believe my existence
23.1.2015

* the title: french, for 'the air, as a nothing'
* a late contribution for the 'element challenge', by Shannon Jeffery: http://hellopoetry.com/shannon-jeffery/
Silence is Golden
Yet
There are Times
it's just Downright Lonesome
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Copyright © January 2015 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
Alone..Not Alone...
~Christi Michaels~January 2015~

painful to sleep next to your beloved
unaware that you are there
restless do I slumber
so close to one
seems not to care

wide space exists between
years stiched together loosely now
memories the only treasure
I dare hold close and how...

time once filled with wonder
precious lives did we create
                 joy and sadness                 
in all that we have made

vows binding and forever
sacred words embewed with trust
committments from so long ago
amidst powerful love n' lust

holding space together
believing in return
of all that was held sacred
legacy rightly earned

Oh, my heart it wanders through
our years of time and space
how I miss your flush of smile...
loving gaze upon my face


Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
restless do I slumber
Your mind is an abyss sated with emptiness,spore of an ink-jet,
the heart is erupting with repugnant repulsiveness.
Your conscience ravage by your impulsive act.
You indulge in savagery shackled by misery creativity is a mystery .

You diverged from an honest life and now you're perjuring in art you dark-prowlers.
Converged with parasites marauding, Proud-Writers.

Cursed with uncertainty you're embracing lies, in the realm of thieves there's a decaying crown.
We write from our hearts these words reflect our lives through poetry we are defined So stop stealing poems!! And Be original
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Many days
I do not read any newspaper
Even do not see television
At all
Many days have gone
After You
I do not read any poetry

How to feel that since this morning!
Repeatedly hear identifying tunes on the air

Your arrival in the sky,
The air reverberates
Looks like another day
In the Paradise,
In another song,
Which brings the soul
The Aroma

Everyone is coming out
From all sides
Young Old
Babies Boys
Women Men
Everyone
Everyone is clapping
Singing the song of the same tune
This song is not the song of Rain
Not even a lamentation

The Southern breeze whispering your words
Slowly Said,
The Little Tailor Bird
No, No,
Not such a summer afternoon
Not even a hurricane warning

Each of the human eye
Follow the Eastern Sky  
Tireless Eye
Watching the sun,
The Red Sun,
You went to bring dreams for us
From the Sun

Hundreds of thousands of people
In his next question
Hand with Flower
Shoulder to Shoulder
Today will be the day of strangers,
The poet will come
We are standing in the flowers
Fist full of dreams to take

Float in the sky with white clouds
My dreams are calling again
Today is not such an Autumn
But Still feel like an Autumn
Indeed,  
The poet will come,
A poem in the New

Where each word will be spoken dream
Love to be evacuated
Poems that will repay
The debt to my Ancestor
Take revenge on thee
For their injustice,
Torture
Poems that would bring the stars
For our next generation
A poem that would bring the red rose for my darling,
Would bring such a smile to my mother's face
As Moon that smile
And that is simply killed false dreams
Will we ever Released
Sing Freedom Songs

The Poet,
My beloved Poet
You will come,
Will surely come
And will recite your immortal poem
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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I will be grateful to you.....
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