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 Sep 7
My Dear Poet
this world holds no secrets like you
the ocean can’t tell it
nor the shells can spell it
nor the wind can blow it
nor will I tell it too

this world holds no secrets like you
the dreamers don’t show it
the poets don’t know it
the sleepers can’t find it
nor will I tell it too

this world holds no secrets like you
the night won’t unveil it
the moon won’t howl it
the stars can’t fault it
nor will I tell it too
 Sep 7
Traveler
By the way
if your world is unstable
and you can’t afford to wait.
My heart goes out to those who meet the bottom of their fate.
I can’t pretend to understand the nature of such Folly!
But I’m sure somewhere demonic energy has got its fill of jolly’s..
Myself, I often wonder what will happen next.
This world has lost its cohesion and the spirits can barely connect.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Sep 7
Geof Spavins
To be honest with you,
The sky today feels heavy,
Clouds hanging low, whispering secrets,
The air thick with unspoken words.
In the peaceful morning,
Birds sing their usual songs,
Yet something feels different,
A pause in the rhythm of life.
Walking through the streets,
Faces pass by, each with a story,
Eyes meeting briefly, then moving on,
A silent acknowledgment of shared existence.
Moments blend into one another,
Time flowing like a gentle stream,
Carrying us forward, always forward,
Into the unknown of tomorrow.
To be honest with you,
There is beauty in this uncertainty,
A delicate balance of hope and fear,
A dance we all partake in, together.
This morning felt different somehow
 Sep 7
Nick Moore
Every thought,
every action,
every word said

Not just inside your head

How will you rate,
the movie of your life?





Song for this
Prince - let's go crazy
Musician Prince used references to akashic records as a storytelling device throughout his album The Rainbow Children, particularly in reference to the history of slavery in the United States. Since the 2012 reboot the character Obadiah Archer from the Valiant Comics universe series Archer & Armstrong is able to access the Akashic plane to mimic all known human and superhuman abilities since the 2012 reboot.
The door is slowly opening
I can hear the hinges creaking
As it is forced to move.
What pagan wind invades
The solace of this silent chamber
To move what has grown stationary
In the effort to hold back
The machinations that are
Fluttering like brazen banners
On the brightly gilded lances
Of the mavens of decay
           ljm
Don't ask me- I just write 'em  - I don't get paid to understand 'em.
 Sep 6
Cné
Grief's canvas stretches wide and bare
A blank slate waiting, with no one to share
The brushstrokes of memories, once vibrant and bright
Now muted and faded, in the dark of night

The paint of pain, a deepening hue
A color that clings, to all I once knew
The strokes of sorrow, bold and free
A portrait of longing, for what used to be

The process of healing, a slow reveal
A layering of emotions, a complex feel
The colors of love, still shining through
A radiant glow, in all I once knew

The subject of my heart, a beloved face
A masterpiece of memories, in a sacred space
Though faded and worn, the love remains
A portrait of devotion, through joy and pains

The final brushstroke, a gentle touch
A whisper of acceptance, a heart that's too much
The portrait complete, a story told
A testament to love, that never grows old

In this masterpiece of grief and love
I find solace, sent from above
A reminder of what was, and what will be
A portrait of devotion, for all eternity.
 Sep 6
Cné
Grief's heavy mist descends upon my soul
A sorrow so profound, it takes its toll
Like autumn leaves, joy withers away
Leaving emptiness, night's dark gray

Pain's sharp edges cut through every breath
A constant ache, a hollowed depth
Longing to turn back time's relentless hand
To hold what's lost, in a fading land

Tears fall like rain, a deluge of pain
As memories haunt, like a refrain
Echoes of laughter, now taunt my mind
A bittersweet reminder, forever left behind

In this dark valley, I search for a way
To navigate the shadows, night and day
To find solace, a respite from the pain
And learn to live with the ache, again and again

Grief's journey is long, winding, and slow
But even in darkness, seeds of hope grow.
My sister passed away. I’m incredibly sad.
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