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 Sep 2017 Clare Coffey
Traveler
Thankful to be alive
I am drawn to Nature's side
Fully aware of my decline
Pining away
In a beautiful rhyme

Holding tight in Her embrace
  Spiral ride through outer space
Smiles and laughter, seldom I cry
Living out Her beautiful rhymes

Caress by her soft air
Blown by her winds
Rain pouring down
Let Her ascend
All but a beautiful
Rainbow in mind
Blessed be the Pagan's
Living Her rhymes
  ....
Traveler Tim
Looking into the mirror, what do I see
Shadows crawling on the wall right behind me
Some would get a hell of a fright
Seeing such a sight
But I know they are just shadows cast
They linger for a while, but they never last

There's a shadow for what could of been
Before that first forced sin
There's a shadow of the past and what was supposed to be
Pieces of me stolen, never to become ME
There's a shadow of what there was
My sickness was the cause
There's a shadow of the present
My live still so very far from pleasant
There's a shadow of the future and what will soon come to be
At those I won't take a look, they're not for me to see

I like to see the shadows crawling on the ceiling
That means in my head, with them I'm not dealing
With all these shadows you can tell my life is dark
While swimming through the ashes, on the next life I embark

I keep trudging, struggling along
So the darkness to me alone belongs
Until the day I must, I don't want to pass them on

©Pauline Russell
 Sep 2017 Clare Coffey
Stu Harley
sky break
her
eyes stay cold
but
we
bend
and
lean
against
the
soul of the sea
still
witness
the
beauty
inside of thee
 Sep 2017 Clare Coffey
Stu Harley
what
is
the
soul
if
we
fill
the
iron cast
to
make
the mold
when
we
ask
to
make
the
iron cast of your soul
In the beginning
There were Adam and Eve
There was kindness,
and there was peace

The bible said that it was paradise
and there was  Cain and Abel
The people said the serpent came
With the rain, which angry the Gods
There have been numerous deaths
This time there were no bodies
but their souls seem to vanish

I am here pondering does he truly knows
What love is? He thinks being said I love you
On every chat, or the ending of a chat
Simplify anything;
We can have anything we want in life,
But we can’t have everything.

I might say that’s an understatement
Despite our wants;
I never say I love you to another person
Unless I truly meant it within,
To experiment with another ones heart
And mind, is downright cruel
Some humans isn’t human at all




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