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 May 2015
Traveler
Breath taking
Her curves and form
She cracked the mold
Her legend born

The books of the meek
Had forgotten her fame
The blood shed across time
In another gods name

Into the hearts of man
She barely survived
She found safe haven
Within mind eyes

She fell from grace
A hell of a storm
Cursed be man
When she was torn...
Traveler
 May 2015
PrttyBrd
Baby, you are the only truth I have ever known.
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10w
 May 2015
Amitav Radiance
Free your soul
From the sinister trappings
Of the worldly pleasures
Once you seek within
Soul wakes up to your call
Protected by the aura
Of the purity of the universe
Disentangled from greed
Free from all illusions
Free your soul
Realize the eternal potential
alphabet strung into word
word woven to sentence

can't make love to be heard
speaks it loudest
in silence!
***
i'm happy to be a ***
gathering passing thought
and spill them carefree

don't add an e fore t!

cook words in simple ease
smooth as butter cheese
mix rain and sunshine
stir in restless mind!

the serving unloads me
my dream and fantasy
of salt sugared wit
hoping you once taste it!

An open mouthed ***
words are all I got
need them to feel happy

don't add an e fore t!
Strong emotions huddle into a space called heart
build up so dense are soon ripped apart
the heat drives them to expand too fast
but time dictates slow down they must.

the strong energy the explosion unleash
go on to create stars galaxies
that retreat from one another but oh what a fate
the final fallout is an unsteady state!
the pup lies belly upward
to the sky

on busy road life is hard
easy to die.

no mourning ****** entrail
washed by rain

leaves no mark echoed trail
of faintest pain.

if i had stopped someday
touched it thin

lived it then in someway
on my skin.
the orb of light is my destiny.

in my dark valley
escape is a blind flight
on the moonless night

when heavy lies the fog on wing
neath misty sky crickets sing
beckons me the halogen

come embrace forget pain.

be afraid not of the one recourse
come what may fly to the source
soak in the fire of the drizzled night
life is precious with death on sight.


caught in wire stuck on fence
dying this night makes only sense
i fall like rains and at last free

the orb of light is my destiny.
Between September and November each year, Jatinga, a village on the Halflong Ridge, Assam, India, sees the unique and as yet not fully explained phenomenon of birds "committing suicide" at nights that are foggy and moonless. They fly to the light, do not try to escape and are often killed by villagers.
 May 2015
Sjr1000
When your mind is shattered
Your eyes are blinded
There is pain everywhere
you go
Don't give up and
Don't give in

When the wheel of fortune
is stuck at 6
No hope remains
Don't give up
Don't give in
Noon will be coming around
again

When loneliness is
your only friend
and
it keeps calling you names
Don't give up
and
Don't give in

There are times
when life is
ablaze with horrors
but
Don't give up
and Don't give in

Those that survive
are those that find meaning
those that passively
take to their bed
are bound
to
perish
Don't give up
Don't give in

When the law's
got your name
and no payment can be
made
and
you have to go
along with their plans
that have been laid,
Inside, where you hide
Don't give up and
Don't give in.

Time only stops
once
Don't give up
Don't give in.
 May 2015
Sjr1000
drove
many routes
to find the gold.

Singing on street corners,
rhyming for dimes
and quarters,
Searching sensations
to find the map,
only left him further
from his goal.

Showered shaved
shot up hope
in a golden syringe,
filled his tank
and headed out
towards those
blue mesa hills.

He, of course, could
not find the route,
confusion
became
his only best friend.

He
spins and spins
whirling dervish
disoriented,
there was no gold in dizziness
when he spotted it
he
spun
right past it
gone in a direction unknown.

The driver drives
many routes tonight,
spots many islands of neon,
he finds silver in her arms,
copper in the dice,
brass in the door handles,
diamonds in the rough,
he finds dirt for his grave.

There was no other gold
along the way
there was only the gold
of living
and that
had already been delivered.
Though this poem is not about him, r headed up to the blue mesa (his creation, the blue mesa) and hasn't been seen since, if anyone sees him, tell him we miss him.
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