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 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Everytime she inhale's
She giveth me animation,
Everytime she exhales
She giveth me life,
Everytime her heart beats.....

I know I'm still alive. .....

Because I am her
Tis she is me...
 Jul 2015
N Paul
Introduction
There they stood; keeping silent company.
Yet of His face, wept searing electricity.

To the lovers of life*
Here they stand, keeping silent company.
No utterance dealt; yet clear in both their minds
A single, brilliant truth:

He longs for her with a savage delight.
And it cries from every fibre, exalting!
It is in the bearing of his eye;
Rifling through her tender flesh
In search of what he knows, from voices ages old, is there:
That her heart will beat for no other as it beats for him right now;
That in this moment, their Souls are bared
To each other’s glares- naked, and blemished, and cowering-
Yet his eyes remain fixed and sure:

And for this, she loves him.

For they have seen each other for the First of Times,
Truly! And as with many the Ancient Laws unfurled,
They stand aware, in lack of ever being taught,
Aware with every atom, every straining tendon tight
That their time's so very short.

And so they drink… wordless
To each other, to their youth, and to their bodies
Shining like never before in the noonday air
Garbed in cloth that snaps and furls around their waists.

They imbibe with electric eyes,
Eyes that are new born to this world of light
And come out screaming, living, and sensitive
For lack of ever being touched.
They revel in their new-found joy;
Pouring from Her figure,
Of Her sleek, supple waist and the arch of her back,
Bristling with delight,
Of His strong hands and easy smile,
That spoke of laughter scattered
Across countless campfires of summers past.

Their light does burn intense as any fire,
And when their brimming anticipation
Overspills its crimson chalice
The silence shall SHATTER.
To find peace again in each other's arms.
Fumbling in sweet darkness-

Of heavy lids, of earthy flesh,
With lips embraced...

In ravenous finality.
 Jul 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
.
~~
So when in the sky
see other pale shades spread
looking for the hue changes
hoped to dream

This desert is echoed with known mystic tunes
in a moment of extreme imagination,
the sound of rain drops

wanted to get more,
created a stir
at the far way there is a gap extended

A distinct curve in the road,
rolls along with an array,
appear thousands of red Flamboyant
where you are standing in the ashes of my idols
~~
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Be aware* of thy words

You could be a killer

©IGMS
Through the sharpness of your words,
You stabbed me.
It hurt so much knowing that it cut deep through.
 Jul 2015
Tim Amaru
To my future love,
I have been broken more than once & torn to shreds on my road to you..
Because of this, my heart has been forced to rebuild itself & learn to love anew..
And though I’ve seen the darkest nights I could ever imagine,
That they'd  lead me to your arms &  to a light I cannot fathom..
So to my future love, I vow to give u everything that I have,
jus promise me that if I slip up & make a mistake, u won't do like the others & begin to pack your bags....
they drag your 'person' through the mud. "Oh shes this, oh she's that" look how she acts! Ha! Eye laugh; if only they knew. Eye'm a Goddess in disguise;... disguise? Why does she hide? .... she doesn't wanna be Defined!!!!
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Elsa,
This is a tribute to thee
If it wasn't for thyself helping me
I don't knoweth where I'd be!!!!
See everyone,
If it wasn't for elsa angelica sharing all mine works
Since I first came here,
I'd be a nobody poet!!!!
But out of her angel unearthly ways
She's madeth me a star for the hopeless!!!!
She's given us all a light
As tis lately she's been down and feels no worth,
Everyone should write elsa
And showeth her she's a poetic angel of gods work!!!
She wasn't sculpted here by mere creatures
The stars of ourn creator madeth her to be,
She's not any of us!!!
Canst thou see?
don't thou seeith?
She's been here for all of us,
Especially me....
She's a king's fantasy
And every real man's dream!!!
She may haveth her haters
Yet don't we all!!!
Yet we need to remind her
She's a seraphim we look to for her love...
Though she's struggling much
Why else art we here?
To help one another
As we shalt help her in these evil year's....
Giveth her notice,
Because angels cometh and goeth
She's a friend here to so many
As her affections to us she showeth...
She's an astronaut cherub from her moon
Yet she shalt return soon.
So whilst she's here HP,
Showeth her love
Respect,
And let her know she's a true queen!!!!!
And she doesn't feel so beautiful inside
So I make a command to tell her different,
Because she's fulfilled all of ourn happiness
She's the serpahim of poet's wishes.  





( this is a thank you elsa) when I first got here you showed all me work to the world)
If it wasn't for you alot of us would be nothing!!!!!
Ps- this goes for other poets to who have boosted me
God bless you all!!!! Thank you
Especially you elsa angel !!!!!
 Jul 2015
brandon nagley
Just because many spread their loved ones ashes
In the dirt
Sand
Or on some mountain
Or ocean wave,

Doesn't mean their souls art in ashes.....
 Jul 2015
Sally A Bayan
(Love letter 3)


Letters are piling up, my dearest,
See, here's another one..

Today is not a busy day, the hours are slow
I'm giving my thoughts a go
Whether the sun smiles brightly
Or when overcast clouds would speak, "gloomy,"
I shall breathe deeply... enjoy my hours free...
Let my eyes and mind wander---
Here, there,
Places upon places
Faces upon faces
The present times and the old
Events that tomorrow may hold...

This...now...is my holiday moment,
I think of ripples, puddles and currents,
Cool breeze...and blue waves,
With them, I suddenly am brave
Thinking of past journeys, on beaten, as well as paved,roads
I am confident...Somebody watches me, through every stream I ford...

My holidays are moments
A blend of joy and torments,
I alone, hold my chin
When a smile becomes a grin
That turns to a soft sounding laugh
Because, the air I breathe becomes perfumed with hope,
And tap water tastes like some sweet tasting stuff.

In my heart, there is no room for wrath
Even when anxiety is the tar that stains my path
When I am black as coal, from despair...and I go down
Lower...surrendering to the ground
...without giving a sound
When the aching,
...the hurting,
Becomes too much
To bear for my stomach
When it takes a big effort, my breath, I catch,
To straighten...from a body so crouched.

Behind every smile, there hide my fears
But there is always the sun, the wind, to help dry my tears

I may be alone....or with friends,
Having drinks in the garden,
Or simply enjoying the starlit Heaven
They're bits and pieces of hours so precious
Coming through summer breezes
When leaves fall, like fading kisses
When feeling the rain touch my skin,
When times are tough, or smooth sailin'
When I shiver from the cold
Filled with the blue, and I can't be that bold
But....I am never alone, or without you
For, you are my air,  my every sigh
.....I think of you
With every breath I take....

Now, I must ask...
Do you have holiday moments, too?
Am I your holiday moment?
(December 14, 2014)

Me---
Sally

Copyright December 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Jul 2015
Earl Jane


                                              I enfold you closer to me,
                      And let you feel every melody,
That my heart produces.


Suddenly you got enervated,


                            Because of my monotonous euphony.


                                            I wonder why would you feel like that?


          When the only harmony my heart generates,

                 ~> Are the tone of the sweetness of your name,
                                 ~> And the music of your love,
                                                That carries me into the paradise land,
                  Which everyone dreams of?



      I only love you,

                                                 That's why,
                      
                        I will never mix others musical genre,
                Into the rhythm that maintains the circulation,
                                 Of love and felicity,

  
                                                                ­                            Into my life.
  



                            © Earl Jane
                              ♥ E.J.C.S.
 Jul 2015
SøułSurvivør
synapses snapped
in succession
in order of
originality
subterfuge
cessation
bereft of
carnality

though Thought
through thick
fog doth fly
perception
conception
the perfect
eye

pineal body
purpose
unknown
pernicious
malicious
people
make it
as stone

is it the
god gland
?
are we
easily snared
?
pineapple
pineal part
fully
impaired
?

foaming with
fluoride
worst water
we drink
too tainted
toothpaste
we wash
down the
sink

calcium carbonate
crusted our brain
ordained
order of
omniscience
swept
down
the
DRAIN


The purpose of the pineapple
shaped pineal gland
is unknown
But it is now, for many in the
Western world, reduced to a
calcified mass due to the
flouride (which is a POISON)
in our drinking water
toothpaste,  etc.

What if it is the God gland?
And vital for spiritual
and original thinking?

It HAS a PURPOSE.

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