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 Apr 2017
Colm
Dear rainstorm you are most comfortably mine
Like the only thing I truly own in this world
You fall without effort and land with ease
You represent the way of falling in which I should be
Direct, inline, yet flexible
Fearless and fast whilst in between the earth and sky
Like a middle ground which quickly descends into inevitability
So my life is as short as a rainstorm in the summertime
But I will crack my thunder and lightning each night
To illumliminate the sky for a time
Just for a moment on this earth
I'll shine most bright
And the rain came down... So peacefully.
 Mar 2017
Valsa George
Humming a soft tune
came down the wind
With airy fingers,
it tousled my hair
Rubbing its cold cheeks
on mine, tickling me,
it reeled round
tugging at my skirt
like a naughty kid
and amorously lifting it up
like a lover
Like soft tendrils
it coiled all around me
inviting me for a waltz

Between hushed breaths
and murmured tones
it talked to me endless
whispering sweet nothings
in my attentive ear

I felt love pouring down on me

I wished to cage it
to enjoy its sweet company
But like an apparition,
it disappeared into thin air!

I couldn’t follow its trail
but as it passed, I saw
a tumbleweed tremble
far above the ground!
 Jan 2017
r
Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.
You couldn't believe
so quiet could be the croc
its eyes a wise sage
scales rigid rock

lay frozen on the mud
no flies could stir
stubbornly in trance
mind elsewhere

sixteen feet in size
dumb cool in creek
in the hermit's guise
lamblike tender meek

pounce it does when needs
not preys on what eats not
the human hunter feeds
on hatred and whole lot.
inspiration: cover photo, 6 December, 2015
My life is not,
As bad as it seems,
But the thing is,
The person living it is me,

So I exaggerate every,
Little thing,
And make it look like,
It's hell I'm living.

When really all I need to do,
Is put my chin-up,
And keep battling through.
 Dec 2015
Francie Lynch
I've a job to do;
One element leads to the next,
As in a domino effect.
I'll research the outcomes,
Assess the inventory of supplies on hand.
I sit in the chair, with notepad and gavel
And scribble an entry plan.

     I've done this before
     With previous bankruptcies:
     When the intake exceeds any dividends,
     When demand superceded supply,
     When demand was pervasive.

Job prospects are looking up,
And my Resume reads well:
Especially the Work Related Experiences.

     Early retirement is inconceivable.
     I'd hire me on a probationary period.
     You see, there is my family to consider.
     I'll be the first domino.
 Nov 2015
SE Reimer
~

i have never particularly cared for him or for his style of play.  there is a fine line between knowledge of one’s talents and arrogance and i have always thought Kobe walked on the downhill side of that line, when doing so was unnecessary.  of course it did not help that a Lakers / Blazers rivalry cost the Blazers at least one NBA Finals berth… most of us are, after all, most likely to gravitate toward our hometown team.  

but on seeing this post from Kobe in the Player’s Tribune, i found that i simply must acknowledge the classiness of his retirement penning...

instead of a letter, the guy writes a poem.  how can i not embrace this?


~

BY KOBE BRYANT
LOS ANGELES LAKERS

Dear Basketball,

From the moment
I started rolling my dad’s tube socks
And shooting imaginary
Game-winning shots
In the Great Western Forum
I knew one thing was real:

I fell in love with you.
A love so deep I gave you my all —
From my mind & body
To my spirit & soul.

As a six-year-old boy
Deeply in love with you
I never saw the end of the tunnel.
I only saw myself
Running out of one.

And so I ran.
I ran up and down every court
After every loose ball for you.
You asked for my hustle
I gave you my heart
Because it came with so much more.

I played through the sweat and hurt
Not because challenge called me
But because YOU called me.
I did everything for YOU
Because that’s what you do
When someone makes you feel as
Alive as you’ve made me feel.

You gave a six-year-old boy his Laker dream
And I’ll always love you for it.
But I can’t love you obsessively for much longer.
This season is all I have left to give.
My heart can take the pounding
My mind can handle the grind
But my body knows it’s time to say goodbye.

And that’s OK.
I’m ready to let you go.
I want you to know now
So we both can savor every moment we have left together.
The good and the bad.
We have given each other
All that we have.

And we both know, no matter what I do next
I’ll always be that kid
With the rolled up socks
Garbage can in the corner
:05 seconds on the clock
Ball in my hands.
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1

Love you always,
Kobe
 Nov 2015
SøułSurvivør
☆☆☆

men      and
boys who ride
the range, rugged
proud, and maybe
strange. their job's
to herd the dogies
                 wild, so they them-                
((                   selves are far from                  ))
mild! look! there they go! watch 'em ride!
with the devil by their
side! <●> they  <●> don't
drive around in cars, but
sometimes they will go
to bars. their bedroom
is under the stars
☆☆☆☆



SoulSurvivor
(C) 11/30/2015
the romantic legacy of the
cowboy lives on!

☆☆☆
 Nov 2015
Pax
My life is not Comparable but Relatable in some situations.
I have been making quote since I start WC/HP and since I learned how to write my own thoughts with conviction and be aware of my experience to be relatable to others. And remember in my quote, I don’t always fallow it, I can be stubborn at times but it is always be a reminder for me and be able to stand to what I believed in.

This quote sprang to mind when I arrived at the camp thinking at the insecurities & envy life has shown me or us… and felt as well. This quote is quite universal in thought but I want to share mine when this quote sprang to mind…  

1. We are equally unique in one way or another. But in some cases life repeats some reasonable karmas of the past making some situations relatable. Or some situations match the other but that doesn’t mean for us to follow the same path as the other.. We have our own choice, our own will to do what we wanted to do.

2. In life we always compare things and situation… and it never gets old… then that’s the time envy comes and let you feel the insecurities stick to your skin like glue.  My guess is that, this two negative nature will always be a part of us... It only matters on how we know which is too much or how you weight it to do good and away from harming others.

3. “Be thankful of what you have”, it goes beyond, it also keeps you grounded and be appreciative of the things you already had/have. When you do, you’ll see it is not worth comparing your life to others, you’ll see the importance of one’s owned.

4. (Comparable) and (Relatable) are two different sets of thoughts and feelings, atleast for me it is…  When you start to Compare, you’ll see it as a race for who’s better and who’s not. While when you Relate, you’ll just see it better to just contemplate and learn something, you become sensitive to once was and able to avoid a repeat process. I guess it really depends on how you used these words. The world is full of misunderstanding, we need to be considerate & listen more in many aspects our daily human interactions and emotions.

Last thoughts: “You can relate with my Life, but never compare mine from yours. We in Live two different lifetimes.”
 Oct 2015
Poetic T
Sometimes if the eyes are thrown
We may never catch them again.

That glimpse we caught held on
To let go a like a butterfly flew.

When a vision is caught never let
It go, as it will be captured by another.
If you let your eyes wonder in a direction that keeps yours from theirs, they will in time be lost to you
Life, itself,
is the finest
of all the Arts.

All the others
simply enrich
this cosmic and
ephimeral Art
of Life, itself.

Make no rash mistake;
that is not to belittle any;
but, rather is it intended
to show due reverance
to each and every last one.

All Art is Sacred.
Any act done with Love is Art.

Written on break at work. Dishwashing.
 Aug 2015
Poetic T
Words are an engine,
Our minds are the fuel.

Lets take a trip to a imagined place
Let us travel roads of thought,

Words are an engine,
Our minds are the fuel.

We have the power to take us,
Take us to any given place.
 Aug 2015
K Balachandran
I saw me walking alone, along the path
feeling upset, I followed me noiselessly
curious, to find out,  what would happen, next,
with my heart relentlessly  pounding my chest.

I rang the bell of the house I lived as some other,
the door wasn't closed, so I could see
I have already gone, leaving the place,orphaned,
to that  destination, mysterious.where another tale begins.

My home once, is presently empty, signifying this :
"I am this, also  that and the other, the  next too,
I am multitudes, in everything I am present as a wee bit"
When I was alone, I wasn't, in fact; while moving away
I didn't go anywhere, all the while,ecstatically, "I am that"
*"Ï am that"(Tat twam asi Or Tatwamasi")
The consciousness in me is  part of the whole, cosmic consciousness"
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