---

he
promised
me
the
stars
but
all
he
gave
me
was
a
pocket
fu­ll
of

*G
L
I
T
T
E
R

@---\---

i will hear
a classic piece
that my soul may rest
music soothes
the savage beast
which writhes
within my breast

the light begins
with violins
a lovely harpsichord
then came in
some flute!
woodwinds!
a winsome building chord!

finding my direction
back to a place that's fair
finding my connection
to a friend
who's there

finding my companion
in a friend who's free
music is the bastion

AND ALWAYS WILL BE


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/17/2015

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there is a crack
a crack in the clay
a crack   in the vessel for
water today . it is quite small
it's hard for to see . it's always
in you . it's always in me . the
master carries this vessel
for to bathe and to wash
and another sound
vessel which

is balanced across
his strong broad
shoulders . one on each
side . with a stick for to balance
both for the ride . the man dipped
his pots . w ith water to seek . but the
*** with t he crack in it began to leak
as the m  an passed . on his way to
his **  me . the leak in the ***
began to flow
W                                  
A                       ­           
T                                  
E                ­                  
R                                  

S        ­                          
P                                  
I                                  
L                                  
L                           ­       
E                                  
D                    ­              
down upon the verge of the path
where there were trees, flowers
and grass . the master looked back
where he had been . one side was
withered . but the other was green
a riot of colors from the blooms and
the trees . told that they had had
water . the master was pleased
so he placed the cracked vessel
in its own special place . and
walked away happy . With a

smile on his face!


soulsurvivor
(C) 6/21/2015

Misty
                           Mountains
          Glow                        
                ­            in the
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
tiger-lily                        
twilight.

Yin finds                                      
                  Yang,                                       ­                    
'neath the                   silver web.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I thought you hated spiders?"

"I do."
.

Strengthen these arms
for they only exist to hold up the black canopy
that is the night sky

May these legs find purchase
on this expanse of tilth
that has received the boon of yesterday's cry

Feel the cadence of my skipping heart
resulting in the breeze of faltering breaths
lulling you as you lie

Comfort the tremors of these quivering lips
as they whisper forth
promises of mysterious galaxies and
cryptic nebulae

These eyes would cast their gaze;
assuming the role of sentry
guarding from all who would pry

My being... My entirety was put here
so that your bed would remain safe
from future's winds come silent and sly

You catch stars from the sky
dropping them into my heart,
I can feel them fighting
to find space
in their new home.

They are hand picked
stars, you had named
with me that night,
they light up
in my chest, fill my ribs
& illuminate my eyes,
a yellow daze of love.

I can feel my body
become weightless,
you have enlivened my spirit,
& all I wish to do
is kiss your lips -
shooting stars passing
back & forth, from
one heart
to another.

© Sia Jane