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 May 2015
Solaces
Late night walk.. at peace under the stars and street lights. That is until I hit crossline street. No streetlights Just dark road. Its at this point the stars show themselves true. 10pm clicks on through. I see a white line in the sky. Its very faint and barley visible. I think its a chemtrail maybe a long thin cloud. For 2 weeks I see this white line at 10 pm and finally realise it to be a beam of light. It shines for but 2 minutes and then turns off. I decided to go on the otherside of town one night and see this beam of light brighter arc across the sky. I also see this light is coming from above the hills. On the next night I wait at the hills.. and at 10 pm the light shined on through. From a trailer window alone up here I find a girl whom had been missing for three years.. this was no white line.. this was an s.o.s that I found in darkness without streetlights..
sos received
 May 2015
Amitav Radiance
Blue canvas
Smudged with
Patterned clouds
Streaks of light
Kisses the edges
Golden hues
Seen through
Swaying trees
Nature’s brush
Still at work
Perfecting the artwork
Evokes the beauty
Enduring masterpiece
Flights of fancy
Fly towards beauty
Millions of spectators
Stupefied by brilliance
 May 2015
Chris
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Clouds all a’ scatter, the greyest of views
Drizzle does tickle the ground
Willows are weeping amidst early gloom
Solemn this place to be found

Chipmunks now scurry to hide in their den
Songbirds stay silent away
Butterfly tear drops now longing to end
Till you awaken this day

Then the horizon a whispering sight
Ribbons of cellophane gold
Trinkets of beams form an early delight
Frowns soon to be put on hold

Outside my window now beckoning me
And in my heart so divine
Shimmering happiness, beauty I see
*You are my morning sunshine
 May 2015
SøułSurvivør
---

one       day
when love fills up
on rain which is
scarlet hued
a flower
the

heart     which
grows wild and is
never cut for the
table woos us
with the
same

fervor     within
as a red rose or bird
of paradise lost in
the jungle or as
orchid bloom
burgeons
we

can      know
this flower only as
the bleeding heart
all baby's breath
queen Anne's
lace and the
pure

daisy

all other     flowers
listen to the music played
by the beauty of a heart
broken but yet strong
a bard who has the
key to your pale
forgotten
dream



soulsurvivor
5/4/2015
There is an actual flower known
as the Bleeding Heart

It hamgs like a fuchsia

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 May 2015
Ambient Destruction
my father
once told me,
a man becomes a hero
not through a show of strength
but through his grace and wit at length
for herein lies his warmest most accepting embrace
defusing his coldest darkest impulse to even imagine an arms race.
budgie soft feathered
yellow green plume
when with him together
goes fog of gloom.

dance he prances joyous
with enchanting grace
when his feathers brush
it's only happiness.

his sweetly gaily spin
crazy acrobats
sparks a light within
moves hands in claps.

on fingers loves to roost
his nails softly *****
gives my spirit boost
cloud disperses quick.

snuggles up to me
heart he easy wins
my dolly jolly budgie
I fondly call him Prince.
 May 2015
ryn
Let me be captured by the night.
Engrossed in the conversation
between the stars.
Syncopated twinkling like...
thousands of fireflies
trapped within sealed jars.

Let me be enslaved by the moon.
As I drink her glow in
greedy insatiable gulps.
Crestfallen...
Her beam with an agenda...
As the landscape she sculpts.

Let me be ensnared by my solitude.
But I hear crickets...
Chirping and chipping away at my
bastion of dreamstate.
Persistent calls
I try to shun
that never abates.

Let me be trapped in my thoughts.
So I could harness...
And immortalise them in
indelible careless scribbles.
Erecting and...
Rebuilding them from the
rubble of conflicting squabbles.

Let me be overwhelmed
by the mess of my being...**
Let me wallow
Then emerge strong from this
decrepit state of mind.
Let me breathe heavy from my
punctured lungs.
So I could heal in time before
true solace
in this dark,
I would find.
 May 2015
Francie Lynch
In the middle
Of a farmer's field,
Newly plowed
And sprouting yield,
Three turkey vultures
Shared a meal
Of something black
With great appeal.
They cleared away
Winter's offal,
Doing what
For them was natural.
I eyed with awe
How they conspired,
Before feathers splashed
In smoke and fire.
Senseless shooting.
 May 2015
Dawn King
All of those things
That people said
That planted rotten seeds in your mind…
You know, the ones that grew
Tall like a mutant ****
The ones that
Choked out all of your flowers
There are many
But it is a lovely day
In an infant May
You can go to your shed
Get your shovel
Go to where your garden grows
Dig each one up by its roots

Just

Like

That
 May 2015
Ambient Destruction
frailty falls upon terror
snowflakes banished from the sky
casualties from a hard forgotten war
still burns my retinas
their softness whispers as they melt
and find death upon my hardened skin
to soon unwritten,
but their love remains of no consequence
i fill my lungs with the fire that gave them life
failing to recall
the hope their tragedy no longer breathes
and lower my utterly spent weapon
weeping on torn, bleeding knees
realizing
there's
nobody left to listen
as i scream.
There will come a war that will be our last.
Question is, will we be around when it's over.
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