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 Jan 2017
Valsa George
There was
none
to
listen
to her

Her words were like:

- A cry in the wilderness
that broke and shattered on woody trunks

- The howl of a lone wolf
that rose in the dead of the night

- The cry of an infant
that told the world, it was hungry

The cacophony of discordant orchestra
that left a jarring effect on the listeners

Her words sounded meaningless
To a world that spoke a different tongue

With no receptacle, her words like heated waters
Evanesced into vapor and billowed upward
Like coils of smoke to freeze into clouds

But one day it rained down,
Quite unexpected…….

With thunder and lightning!
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 Jan 2017
SassyJ
I am old but soul is ageless
I have read many books but life is pageless
my anger burns into calm
its all just stories, a passing yarn
where am I now, where was I then
everywhere now & everywhere again
it will rain of this I'm sure
from land to land and shore to shore
the sun is changing, so are we
we have no choice
we will be free 
we all will run
we all will fight
it wont be darkness we frown on
it will be light
in the end you see the beginning
nobody will lose
cause we'll be winning

*Written by my friend Lindsay who passed the yarn..... pass the yarn
Looped with an E27 bulb
For Audio follow: https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/passing-yarns
 Jan 2017
Ramin Ara
The product
Of your futile existence
Is a cold sigh
In the world
 Jan 2017
Mike Essig
In any moment,
we become
different people,
born from
thawarted desire,
from what we lack.

Same vase,
different blossoms.

One life,
much need,
untold moments,
many variations,
familiar strangers
birthed within
one life.
 Jan 2017
Ola Radka
Discovering new realms of reality,
I expand myself
into
Eternity.
 Jan 2017
SøułSurvivør
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if I don't really live
there can be no death


[10W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/16/2017
I'm going off-site now
HAVE A BLESSED NIGHT EVERYONE!
 Jan 2017
Francie Lynch
We're so sure
Concerning births,
With one hundred billion
Born on Earth
Since chaos turned to form;
There's fourteen times more people dead
To the eight billion this time round.
And yet,
I can't conceive
The finality of death.
The equation's misconstrued:
Of all the numbers
Come and gone,
I count mine,
Not yours.
No transmigration, reincarnation, elevation, ascensions, etc. Just death.
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