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 May 2018
Kim
A work of art I must produce
One eye on the clock
and one on the muse
I sit here waiting
and watching time
Slip quietly by
with hardly a chime

With her she takes
my thoughts and expressions
Clears out my head
no trace of compassion

Beggared and blighted
An innocent fool
A would-be poet
stripped of her tools

I'm sure I should be grateful
for peace and quiet aplenty
but can't help being  resentful
at the cost of poetic currency
:/
 May 2018
Kanak Kashyup
Unspoken and undiscovered words are weapons that destroy one's own peace, it becomes the broaden cliff ended up in creating heartaching distance between the essence of two different mind & single life.

Verbose is not the demand to reduce the gap but silences are no longer beneficial, single word can deal with various motions of heart & soul.

Fragile bothered echoes could be avoided but muteness can ruin the soft fragnance of beforehandly blossomed faith in the petals of unconditionally born flowers.

It's the call of desires to state the obvious reasons for the clamour of heart's rush towards the end of havoc created within the first & last warmth of amplitude.
#unspokem #words #misunderstanding #heartache #heart #soul #demand #affection #distance #communication #speak
 May 2018
Harley Hucof
i write to enlight
myself to survive
the path i chose
to have in life
so i scream
please
who could hear?
or see?
or relate
to the kid who
hides alone
at the break
high on
the steps
that are made
from within
his soul and craved
in an art form
so he could have a home
to bear the storm
coming to reform
the norms
of his instincts
Masked
so he keeps distant
Blind
trying to keep a link with the
Mystics
and it works
since it's
from within  
the layers of the skin
that makes my head spin
every time i remember where i have been.

Words Of Harfouchism
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 May 2018
Word Hobo
her first cry

never   teared your eyes


her first smile

never   dimpled your cheeks


her first giggle

of joyous recognition

never   mothered your heart


her first word

never   tickled your ears


her first step

never   reached your arms



almost



a prayerful pause ~ spindles time

through its aperture ~ she has your eyes !

‘tho a minutest inflection ~ you see your face !

what joyous recognition ~ self ~ in-dwelt

her flutter ~ divinely felt



You named her   Grace



gv 18.29.3  18a
 May 2018
CharlesC
seems to be what we do:
overlooking the reality of the field
luminous..peaceful.. and available
the substance of all our days..
famous teachers
some acknowledged
as gods and gurus
are just like you and I
but with a realization
(followed by notoriety)
of the overlooking and a
simple waking to what is
being overlooked..always
available to you and I...
You are the one
Whom I am currently
Being encaptured by
You're my reason to
Breathe,See
Listen
To things
To live
You're the drug that
Brings me closer
To life
You're the
Flavour of the season
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