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I used to play the game
She loves me.. she loves me not
Now a pile of rotting pedals
Is all that I have got.
  Aug 2016 Christopher Black
Lora Lee
One small moment
can be so infinite,
in vibrations grand
as I watch the universe
                burst forth and expand
I sit upon the desert's ground
feeling the abundance
                     of Life, abound
How it envelopes me
          and takes me in
as I become one
with the cosmos,
           stars exploding within
It swallows me whole
into vastness so sacred
for we are all enfolded
across ancient
        frames of time
our condition vulnerable,  
                 souls naked
looking out into this
diamond-flecked magnitude
in crystalline,
                   sublime
For inside that far away,
milky density
of celestial spheres
we are part of the now
part of the here
        and, as the firmament      
continues to move
my starry-eyed soul
        begins to groove
******* state
from meteor's flash
tranjectory arcs
in a second's bright dash
A miracle of
cosmic magic unfolds
before our very eyes---
a gift to behold,
            a spiritual prize      
and as we hold our breath
from meteorite to star
I think about this
concept of far
ponder upon the waves of space
                                     and time:
an axis of fine-woven threads
                                that binds
and know that under
these spark-induced skies
our journeys fuse
             our hearts,
                   our eyes
Our spirits the
reflection of comets' haze
our dance of
shooting stars,
             ablaze
After witnessing the Perseid meteorite shower ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibVAwXWG0e8
OR www.youtube.com/watch?v=LR73DrKX_bs
Dad
I used to love being alone
but I have hated it since you left.
See, I have these awful thoughts that linger on
and some how I cannot repress.

But even though it was no one's fault
and everyone tells me it was for the best.
Sadness is a hard feeling to simply shake off,
I have been carrying a very heavy heart in my chest.

And so I hate being alone,
because when I am I can't stop myself
my mind refuses to let you go,
and alone I go through my private hell.

Dad, I cry. Dad, we cry
and we miss you terribly so
it was too early to say goodbye
we all wanted you to see us grow.
This poem I wrote as a way to vent some of the pain I have been carrying this week after my father died on his birthday.
Let me lay you down softly
in Rose's made of red
give to me all your love tonight
let me lay you in our bed
touch me with your lips tenderly
let me feel you deep from within
hold on to me and never let go
let me feel the softness of your skin
as our bodies both entwine
give all you have to me
and make love through the night
let me be yours and you mine
and let this love of ours show
forever through time
Spiritwind ©2016
Of what do you write
If not of man's greatest hope:
That is, namely, love.
Man was created in God's image and likeness and thus man was created to love and for love. - Theology of the Body
When I see her

All the street lights fade a little

And Her clarity is the only thing i notice

She has this way about her

Like

When she wakes up with bedhead

Grumpy and Confined

I think she is an angel

No a goddess, but not aphrodite

Rather, She is the Athena

Strong willed with temperament


When we are out together

Nothing else matters

Okay well maybe getting there on time and paying attention to the road

But i digress

Her words sing to me as if a siren on a lost beach

And I want to be enveloped in her waves



We go together

Like two awkward and odd looking puzzle pieces,

seemingly different yet when they find each other,

they interlock with the strength of armies


If she was a song

Id play her on repeat for the rest of my life

No matter how annoying it would end up getting


If she was an outfit

She would be my favorite pair of shorts I wear 3 days in a row and wash once a week

Never leaving the Laundry room as i have no pants on


If She was anything

She could be barbed wire and i'd stail want to hold her

A fire and i'd let her burn me out into the ashes, kindling me like our love for eachother


If only


If only she was mine
The only thing worse
Than being alone
Is being alone together.

What happened to the time
When love was
Always and forever..
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