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 Aug 2015
Ata
As starry birds
tweets night
competing with
gales of moon's laughter
 Jul 2015
Earl Jane

Friends are blessings,





                                               ­       But when we don't choose wisely,




It becomes a horrendous Gehenna.




                            © Earl Jane
                             ♥ E.J.C.S.
Re-posted...
I wrote this long ago, and just found this out, and edited some parts of it....
 Jul 2015
ahmo
there are two ways to breathe.

one is through the splinters.
the carved out,
thickly bleeding
respiratory tract
receding.

a futile attempt to enjoy the air
blown over like
a house with
no foundation.

the other is to
close your eyes.
and hope
that the hurricane
does not
cut off oxygen.

because
nirvana
is not a choice.

it is an island
somewhere deep in the ocean
waiting to be discovered.
Sometime you have to overcome the storm in your mind first.
Though letting go while trusting in the only help that you have.
Which is in the True Savior of the world, and universe Lord Jesus.
For only he can save us from the storms that each of us go through.
But we can still make it easier to go through it by laying down things.
That might be the very cause of the storm that you or I are going through.
Example going through divorce or homelessness is causing the storm.
Then you or I must lay down the marriage giving it to Christ.
Or laying down the reason example breakup why you became homeless.
In all things we must trust God and his plan in each of our lives.
Anguished lavish
laureates has driven
me slightly mad

tangerine lemon rounds

Erudites of oolong parties
flying on the wreckages
of forgotten sideral castles

ice cubes crushed in the psychadelia

Nuances of never tomorrows,
slicky dew drops
glistening
jadded wells of deep thoughts
callin'
green algae lakes
emerging

Pale planes oozing
silvery Neptune forks
n'waves flyin'from above

witchery wands in love with wondrous comets

Thou sparkling dispersive
master machine mind
feedin' on
oak wooden spoons
tightly, tenderly
sippin'
magnified tinder
from thy glances

daemons of thy unconsciousness breathing

me *******
flow and ebb
thou chest ebb
and flows

bonvivants bountyful beams

The inflamable black
powder burnin'
to take off
like a swift rocket
like a swell day's
endless delight

The gold
The pink
The brave new horizons


Openin' grunges and volcanic
desires
pinnin' lovers, gluein' them to-
gether in a desperate gloom
of unforgiven erotica

And The Poems
who make you tremble
as a luscious cream on the top
of Thou Vicious Beauty

*fenderstrater jaguars silent roar
 Jul 2015
Ricci Moon ScottBCM
why is it we find it far too easy to except the acts of harm, why is it it is far more easy to except those same acts of harm with pitiful excuses and reasons are given, many obvious lies.?

I am far from alone in being one whom has excepted these things and I and also far from alone in realizing the true harm in doing this.  

Seems there is an option to cure this, When we find the strength to say no, harm is not an option that is relevant in many situations, though yes at times harm is very relevant.?  

It has been my experience that most times simply changing my mind set of my own view of a given situation leads to harm as an option being quietly removed from the table of deemed appropriate acts.

So seems this simple act of self discipline causes far less harm to be spread in the world, maybe it can lead to far less buying of **** poor excuses for harm to be used.  

hummmm. 
 Jul 2015
Solaces
The celestial star owls mounted their attack. Light begin to burn away the shadow fog that clouded this beautiful  memory.  The addiction wrapped it's darkness around the light of the star owl and quickly consumed it. The star owl could not be saved. It turned into a star demon and a servant of the addiction.  The new born star demon looked into my eyes with dead light and false hope.  I was beginning to belive in such hopes. On how everything will be OK if I joined the addiction .  I could be a part of and endless euphoric light that will forever pleasure my soul.  I then was brought back from the dead light from the remaining star owls.  They showed me true light again. I was now fighting beside them in the light.  But the Legion of false hope was winning and pushing us back.  I then sent out an s.o.s to all corners of this galaxy.
The battle rages
 Jul 2015
poetessa diabolica
Elusive moon beckons dark currents,
     sand's sparkling pageantry  
             drifts out midst frothing tide,
submerging lover's imprints 'neath
     the realm of alluring seascape illusions
 Jul 2015
Natalia mushara
Chin up, I knew today wud comee
I ran in the store wit budda bean in da car
Budda bean ma puppy
He brown and he spotted like pokadot baby
I got me sum milk
Ma hart split and spilt like a flower falling aparte
Ma baby didint call me bak
Broke dis dull heart
Jakie poo
Pleese take dis dum girlie back
I'm always at your side
We will flow like a watering ***
 Jul 2015
Anto MacRuairidh
I touched your face
~ today*
I drew
     the fingers of

     my right hand

         down slowly,

              gently along

             the left side
    
              of your

            beautiful

           face


I cupped your dainty chin
between thumb and forefinger

I willed with all my energy that

you might feel my touch and hear

my heart whisper your name -

"my darling little bird"

~

and I heard you softly say my name ...

"ant..."

"stay with me ant..."

"don't leave me,  please..."


I heard you say that

~ today

when I touched

your beautiful face

in my favourite photograph of you.
When you can't be together - you try desperately to be "together"
From the helter skelter
In a helter skelter dash
For solitude at the esker
I strayed in a labyrinth
Of dark soaring woods

Here-upon, trees begun to move!
An optical illusion it seemed to be,
Though a moment my eyes did love;
But in a mean time, out of kilter
Was the avenue to the esker.

Wandering midst soaring woods
Serendipitously there I beheld
An elegant creature,
A creature with a velvety
Pale unblemished skin,
Lilly white as porcelain,
Gaily yet opalescent as an opal,
With curling glossy auburn hair,
Mellifluously whispering a lullaby
With verve in the wanton air
Whilst flapping her wings
To take wing.

On feasting about her impeccable face,
It thus dawned upon me:
"She was not of this our world
But an alien, an angel rom outer space."

Swiftly, I gravitated towards her
And unto her said I was lost,
Lost like leaves beneath the frost
Upon my way for solitude at the esker
However the sheer cynosure
She'd taken my fancy
Hence moonstruck for sure.

She gagged me, cwtched me,
Enveloped me in her wings
And merrily took wing
Whilst I gallantly kissed,
Kissed her nectar kisser.

Past mullbery skies we soared,
All the way unto her land of bliss
Where upon we swam naked,
Naked in halcyon waters,
Waters of her land.

Together, we made poetry
Of love and life so blind,
Cherishing moment after moment
One could search forever to find,

Whilst gallivanting from star to star,
Only alone by ourselves on yonder
To a very distant colourful clime,
Yonder beyond restrictions of time.
# A pie in the sky  #Dawn of love  #Pulchritude #Fantasy #Helter skelter  #Esker #stars
  #Poem  #Poetry
#Moonstruck
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