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the roots of
the deciduous tree
-
become
-
the wind barren
branches
-
become
-
the veins of the
leaves
-
which fall
-
into the streams
which become
rivers
-
which become
deltas
-
which feed the
oceans
-
which create
rain
-
which feeds

the roots
of the
trees
once more


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/17/2015

My words are but
Wisps
In my
Mind
Given life through **ink

Could I word it, I tried a thousand times,
What came forth was not what was
Expected. a quick removal spell was
Needed with all, they weren't life
Just words taken form.

"Abracadabra"

I tried as I must, for what are words
But power under breath, and I
breathed a lot, hands and knees greeted
The floor more times than you wish
To know. I would ponder the thoughts
And the way each part told.

"Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo"

But was it my wording, my accent playing
A part in all spells going wrong, was
It to much  to ask for just one thing to
Happen right not wrong.

"Alakazam"

So many to be said, different things to
Do, which one would work on what
I wondered or who.
"Dam this stick"
"Dam this book"
"Dam these words"
"SIGH"
I want to do this trick to make a wish come true.

"Open sesame"

And with that one word I had spelt all was
What was meant to be,
not guessing, mumbling, unrecognizable words
I had spelt it out, used thought and in that moment
All that I wanted.
"A rose for my mummy"  
Appeared in a petal of rainbow colours
That smelt like popcorn sweet not sugar mind you.
Given to her on mothers day, hi mum what do you think.

I saw a man on the street he was
Of a sorrowed face,
Glum on what walked on by.
I spoke,
"Why do you sit there in your suit"

"He spoke"

"Got any spare faith"
"Spare some prayer"

I'm down on my luck, my suit once
White, now tarnished by the many
Names I have.

"A word is powerful"

"Religion was my gift"
"Now its my curse"

I must admit no offense, but I am of those
Of no religious consequence, I believe
In the seen not of what......

"This is my pain"
"This is why I ask for some spirit"

As he drinks back from a brown paper bag,

"Its not what you think"
"Holy water to keep my spirit up"

"OK"
"That's what they call it these days"

Look I know your lost, not finding your place
In this world, you had a good run, but we
Have graduated moved on.

"My words are used wrongly"
"Its not their spirit breaking"
"Mine is faltering as well"

"Look I know the doubt you have"
"But were not children anymore"

I point to the heavens, look up there, we're
No longer in the crib, we grew and were
Moving further out, those that believe,
You still have. But as time moves forward
Ourselves we will have faith in not
A past tense book that split us up.

"Peace be with you old man on the street"
"I haven't got a prayer"
"But a few coins for food of thought"

And I left him, looking back as him
I saw him palms joined together,
Hearing these words spoken out.

"Got any spare faith"
**"Spare some prayer"

Wrap yourself in those feelings
Closer to the heart and soul
Listen to the heart’s plea
Waiting for you to listen patiently
Travel with harmonious waves
In sync with the cosmic resonance
Feel the bursts of euphoric feelings
Listen to your muse for inspiration
Eternal words shall write indelible poetry

.

A dreary morning hovers
again just outside my window
Somber grey skies hang like
heavy drapes blocking the sun
Moisture drips from drooping leaves
as if the oaks weep for the missing sunrise
Hummingbirds still sleep
warm and secure in tiny nests
And so do you wrapped comfortably
in soft blankets, hugging your pillow
As I wait, with my second cup of coffee
*for the sun, for my smile, for you...

A Poet
Has To Write

A Poetess
Has To Create

Poet = You
You IS ThePoetess

So EpicI
Am

HALLELUYAH
That I Know :)

You'll
Write
Wonderfull
Epic Sonnets

Jet -lag
Notebooks
And Nooks Mysterious
At The SilkenNoose
Neurotransmitting

Black and Red Ribbons
Around the +++Tulips
Taking Epic Tales
For Granted

Give Me Mythos !!!
My God

Mein Gott
Mio Dio
Mes Dios


Poetic
( Then )
I'll
Inquire
inquire
DEEP

At Illy's
Leaned On
Leaned on

My little left Elbow
Dreaming Vis a Vis and Elba
About The Harvest Moon
About My Maine ****
About My Golden Mine
About Thy Golden Mine
About The Architecture
of "Solid & Quality"
Ink

Where All Started And Why
There At The Starry Lit
Night Sky

Enamored
Non
armored
Palms Under
This Universal Tiny
Marble Skull

Givin' A
Primal Protection
To Primordial Operations

Evoking
HIGH
Sparks And Glitter
IDEALS
With Not Doin' Much
With Myself

Lying
Within
Listening

To The Symphony
Of Tender Waves
Kissing The Shore's
Sharp Fjordic Surface

Dying With Each
Momentum
A Bit Further
To The Future
Fulfilled

Yearning Away
Abstractrions
Abbrevations
And Breaths
And Beaches
And Bachus
And Bach
And Us
To Reach

Roerich's Perfection
And Sublimity
At Poets
Raa
Realm
For Immortal Infinity
For Immortal Infinity

To
Unveil Some Secret Codes
To Untangle The Solitude Days
To Love This Immence Psychic
Improbability
To Be Ego
Earnest
To Be(:

Give This Wings The Will
Let The Spirit Fly
Let Our Souls
Collide
And
Bounce
And
Build
And
Break
And
Roam
On The Right Organic Roads
On The Write ******* Road

Sporadically
Outbursting
Poets

Explosive
Intuition
Poets­

Insightfully
Tranquill
Poets

Divinational
Emergency
Poet­s

White
Rebels

Tear Streamers
Self Haters
Dark _Matters

Jolly good Kiddos
Serious Endeavours
Volcano
Poetos

Peripathetos

Love dwellers
Celestial Movers
Energizers
Appetizers
Bitter lemons

Juicy Tourers
Turist Poets

Classic Cats
Rhyme Sprouts
Free Verse Trenders
Mixing Blossom Blenders

Heart Poets
And Poets of Heartwarm Writes
Epic Heroes Love Believers
And Belly Vowel Dancers

Phonem Seekers
Cadence Riders
Filthy Reachers
Archaic Attackers
Cosmic Trees

Knowledge
Seeders


!!! You !!!
Emerge
At Once
As Others

Hereon
Hello

Poetry

Do You Do ?
Thank You !

!!!
Fine
Structure
Capacity
Some Stamina
And Mastery Skills
As A Present Poetry Beacon
Shining Bright For All The Cunning Greenhorn+s

A Cup Is Raised
!!! For All Of You !!!
To Drink Up The Invisible
Potion Of Stunning Inspiration
And Some ****** Genofondic Insight

Insignia is
Incomprehensable
Ingenius IS

Each
Wonderous Write
Wonderful Writer

To Dig That
L'Art pur l'Art
Isn't there Per se

L'Art is
Ars Poetica
Is

A Marvellous
A Marvellous

Dreamy Touch

OF
Poetic Purrs
And Witty Whiskers
ABonus Poeticus
  
And A Rattle of Spiral Bones
And A Bottle of Rhyme
And
And
At The
EndsEnd

You'll
Have To
Work Till YoU
Drop

You'll
Have To
Let The Muse
See You Soulborne
Let me see You -> Naked

Light As An Eagle Feathers
Bereft
of
Every Emotional Baggage
Release Rumors And
Rumpaging Rage
Not Only And
Exclusively On
Rare Occasions

You Know What ?!

I'll Inspire Thy Insightfull-Ness
Loch Thy Leisure Lake Luckilly
Clean of Creamy Caleidoscopic
Conundrums

You
Wonder
Wonderful
Ponderish
**POETẼSS

She whispers songs into the darkness
Wondering if he can hear her
She searches in the moon light
But she can only see her broken
Reflection in the mirror.

He screams poetry at the mid-day sun
Dreaming of what's in the unknown
He searches in the day light
But he can only see into a future
Where he's all alone.

They speak into a desperate wind
Hoping to find each other before they fade away
They search in the endless eternity
But they can only see the pain
Lasting all their days.