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 Apr 2015
irinia
“I have loved you so much that I believe I understand you a little.”
Marcel Proust

we are wearing our glowing skins
full of unwoven whispers
or au contraire
we’ll have worn them
-who knows
in poetry, not in theory,
anything is possible-

one of us could say
“take this animal
out of my eyes, teeth, bones
for wild flowers
to grow in my sockets”
and I’ll say:
“for my eyelids to rest
in the shadow of your breath
and my vertigo, indigo
in the nest of your palm"

-words are just riverbeds-

see you - the sea in me
at the echo point
of blood

I’ll wear rivers
lipstick
bluebirds

in this poem of touching
every cell is spinning
its nucleus of *numinosum

while the day breaks open
into the heart of trees

-words are stones of silence,
unintelligible altars-

I was in love
with a vertigo man
last time I checked

blood has its madness
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~~
Break the time like the twisted tins
on the shack
which had broken at the time of tornado
Squeeze out of the truth
As the juice of the fruits

The old saying
but the truth
Forcibly changed history
Erase from the mind
understand that false

The poem on the torn page
piece set of words
blowing together as a new blend
Just like the Rubik cubes to match
with wit and strategy

Man I
Still hidden inside
Persist - for defeat - burn and broken
Wrath - dreams breaking tension
Anger - failure to prove myself worthy of
Huff - your aloof exit
Boast - a liking to thee,
            love for getting

- The ability to be able to still speak of love
Like to wandering away from the land of Stars
Unjustified
For no reason
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Apr 2015
South-by-Southwest
My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page
 Apr 2015
Asim Javid
Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain. Classic thinking teaches us of the four doors of the mind, which everyone moves through according to their need.
First is the door of sleep. Sleep offers us a retreat from the world and all its pain. Sleep marks passing time, giving us distance from the things that have hurt us. When a person is wounded they will often fall unconscious. Similarly, someone who hears traumatic news will often swoon or faint. This is the mind’s way of protecting itself from pain by stepping through the first door.

Second is the door of forgetting. Some wounds are too deep to heal, or too deep to heal quickly. In addition, many memories are simply painful, and there is no healing to be done. The saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is false. Time heals most wounds. The rest are hidden behind this door.

Third is the door of madness. There are times when the mind is dealt such a blow it hides itself in insanity. While this may not seem beneficial, it is. There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind.

Last is the door of death. The final resort. Nothing can hurt us after we are dead, or so we have been told.”
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
The morning comes calling
Rise and shine
Moon has retired
Sun comes out glowing
Crimson red blush
Across the ****** sky
Paradise on Earth
Kissed passionately
By the horizon
Verdant valley
Shall wake up soon
Ready for morning visitor
Rays of hope
Shall cradle the soul
 Apr 2015
Mike Hauser
I love you more than ever girl
At the risk of the cliche
I'll love you more than you'll ever know
Permit me to count the ways

I'll love you more than the here and now
More than all space and time
To tell the truth I'm loving you
More than I'm loving life

I'll love you from the beginning
I'll love you to the end
And if we die and come back to life
I'll love you then again

I'll love you like a masterpiece
That's hanging on the wall
If I had to chose from all of these
I love you most of all

I'll love you like I do the truth
On that I will not lie
I'll love you with fortitude
On that I'll stake my life

And if our love should travel
I'll love you there and back
I'll also love you from the first
To the very last

I'll love you more than love itself
And I promise you no less
If you bring the jury in
My love I will confess

I'll love you on the mountain high
I'll love you valley low
I'll love you wherever ever is
Just thought that you should know
 Apr 2015
ShamusDeyo
The Wrath of craven Masses Arise
All hunting for the Sacrifice
What thought or Image Should be cast
Like Books Upon the fires of the Iconoclast
As poet arise blazing Edgar Allen Poe in Eyes
Just as a raven crosses a Grave...
Searching for within whats saved
To savor the flavor of putrid Flesh
The Poet is obsessed for words to caress
Arousing his compulsive Chicaneries
And bearing a touch of Poe's Insanity


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to most this poem will be a mystery, But I have Penned for the ones who comprehend....
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Clarion call
Wakes up the soul
Silver lining
Clouds dissipate
World smiles
Rays of hope
Nature of gratitude
Blissful solitude
Reverberating
Mantras flow
Eternally
Through the
Revered corridors
Responding to
The clarion call
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Words pull your mind
In different directions
Brilliantly adorned
Yet lacking soul
Words are distractions
To true feelings
Vociferous and audible
Sounds too hollow
Gives in under anxiety
Weighs on minds
Graceful distortions
Veneer of meanings
Expresses everything
Except the truth
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