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 Nov 2014
Erenn
Aligned to unite
With others who lost their way
It’s a mess we perceived
To those in dismay
These lines create dreams 
For the broken
For the ones never spoken-
Of Love & Courage

Conjuring up notions of time
Structuring of desires preludes
To pursue what’s lost 
To preach and beseech truth
Faith denotes eternally
Surviving pain and deceit
What speaks only bleeds
To fabricate amity

Not fazed by power
But to denote greed
Greed of Love & Passion
Exhaling Hate & Deception
To succor the pillar of fate
To exist in this factual state

Your heart's a fragile thing. 
Everyone’s heart is. 
Don’t ever contaminate hatred
Contaminate love instead.
We're only humans. We're not perfect.
We come in different colours.
Don't hate on things/someone you don't know.
Don't erase a race/religion with intent of hate
Contaminate love instead.
 Nov 2014
South by Southwest
Hello Margaret , it's been thirty years now to the day .
Gee I would like to ask how you are but that seems silly now anyway.
Hard to believe it's been thirty years to the exact day .
Thirty years since you took your life away .

Angel is all grown up now with two children of her own and another on the way .
When I asked her if she wanted to come she looked down and said , "Tell her I love her ."
It still bothers her unfortunately .

Me ? Well I grieved for years and finally crawled out of my hole . I met Ann and she has made me whole .
You know I love her as much as I loved you . It's just another kind of love , different than the love I had for you .
She's waiting over there inside the car . She understands how I feel and will always be that way . We have children now , two of our own . I think you would love them if it were left to God alone .

But it's not about me that brings me here today . I just had to see you and just wanted to say that I still love you and will never change my way . And for some strange reason I thought I would hear you say you feel the same way too ,
 Nov 2014
Mrs Ashley Somebody
Tricksy, you are—false—
We hates it, yes we hates it,
Hates it forever!
 Nov 2014
PrttyBrd
I can feel you, restless, in my dreams, or mind, or heart.   tortured by thoughts of nothing in blackness in the noise of a crowded room.  There is no peace tonight, in my very being I feel it,  There are no meds to remove the screams, no drugs to escape the torture.  The numbness of self medication keeps your sanity hanging by the strongest of all threads.  Can't think too much, or ponder on what ifs.  But music looks beautiful dancing in the air, and time is a concept of man that serves no purpose other than to **** joy and draw boxes of conformity in thick black lines.

the color of sound
permeates cracks in the void
tolerable life


Existence without reason,  alone in an ever-present crowd, there are no rainbows in nighttime storms, I can feel your quick breaths as you are dragged into sleep unwillingly, though in desperate need. the trepidation runs deep, silenced by normality, fear of separation of mind tethered to others by soul alone.  Pretense in surface honesty, which is perceived as truth.  But the core of it, the fear of it, the whole of it cannot be hidden, for I feel you to the depths of who you are afraid to be.  There is no loss of sanity in being who you are,  Those colors sound beautiful as they dance in the smokey air, and the math is art incarnate, science is the symphony around which all things are born and oh the music.  Yes the music that dances through it all is the very air in all it's swirling hues of blissful perfection

two halves of self dance
tangos of darkness and light
beauty in all things


                    *in wait of nightmares
                    there need not be loneliness
                    joy in one who knows
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 Nov 2014
Olivia Kent
Runs through the forest with the wind in her hair.
Tripping over the briars, as they strangle the ground.
Gazing at starlight, it's blessing the copse.
The fear in those dark moments, when she's realising that she's totally lost.

In a hole at the base of a gigantic tree she curls up to sleep.
Deep in the forest, none hear her weep.
The owl in the tree, he keeps his own counsel.
He's so very quiet, she knows he's up there.
The guardian of her silence.
A voice in the darkness cries, "Sweet Ann-Marie, where are thee?"
The squeak in the dark.
The voice of the child, an echo's resounding.
Those lanterns they're calling for the little girl lost.
Into the clearing, more echoes are heard.
Alarming the owl, the wise old bird.
The flapping of wings, flying out of the clearing.
The seekers are finders, as now they are nearing.
Finding the frightened child, in the sweet summer dress.
At the base of the tree.
They hold her so tight as now she is free.
Tears of relief grace her delicate face.
Safe and sound, off home to bed.
Relieved as now, she's resting her ever grateful head.
(C) Livvi
 Nov 2014
nivek
I stood within the circle of the Sun
and beheld you there solid as stone, and
fragile as summer snow drifting on the wind
you went your way to the spirit world
Beautiful and elegant is this beast
Often found within the forests off to the east
His eyes so dark like pools of rain
I wonder if he will show himself again
Power behind his paws, determination within his eyes
His fur so long and wild, the ultimate prize
I love him so much, I really do quite like him
But I fear the closer we get, his future becomes more dim
For I envy his gift, I want his spirit so bad!
It's all I crave, even if it was the only I could have.
I'd trade him my life it it were an option
But life doesn't work like an auction
So I'd have to steal it to have it, despite my love
Once I take it, he'll return to the heavens above.
My greed is speaking loud and clear.
So loud that he must be able to hear.
Yet there he sits with his glowing eyes
As though he does not care in whose hands his body lies.
So with a rifle I take aim.
And take his life, his body mine to claim.
I'm sorry dear wolf, I feel much shame.
For I do not wish to soil your name.
In honor for your courage and giving me your life.
I will not bring towards your body a jagged knife.
Pride is not the feeling I receive
Anger in guilt is what it is, I believe.
Dear wolf, I say this to you as a friend
I will never **** another ever again......
 Nov 2014
Pachi
I've been in this nightmare for far too long,
I've explored every corner of this world,
And what I've found isn't that great,
There is misery all around.

There is war,
There is hatred,
There is jealousy,
And the worst there is, is corruption.

The oxygen we breath is polluted,
Our ocean is contaminated with oil,
People cut down the trees of the forest,
and no one bothers to replant them.

Disease is all around,
People go mad,
People get drunk all day,
And people abuse there bodies.

There is killing of innocent animals,
There are murders of innocent people,
There is crime committed every day,
And people rob each other no matter if they're related or not.

I've wanted to wake up from this forsaken nightmare,
Go back to my life,
See how it is...
For I've forgotten after so long.

I think I'm finally waking up...
One by one, objects started to disappear,
And objects started to form in my room,
I think I've finally awakened from my nightmare.

Joy spread across my entire body,
I ran to my front door to see the world,
And what I found...
Was a meessed up world filled with misery and pain.
 Nov 2014
Pachi
I remember those days,
those times when we would laugh,
And talk every day,
not caring 'bout anything else.

We 'bonded' on our first day,
And i new we would be friends,
something that I had been for for a while.

And here you are today,
standing in front of me,
with that smile on your face,
after...2, 3 years?

We just stared at each other,
we did that for a while,
no one said a word,
And the world remained silent.

The silence was broken by your voice,
You put your hand out in front,
And you told me,
"Shall we start over agian, Stranger?"
 Nov 2014
Dagoth I Am
the snow built up around the smokehouse.
the sun shone on the snow.
and the sun's rays were blistering against my eyes.
the long night was well on its way
so i made good use of what was left of the daylight
walking out toward the main street
and coming back home again.
sleeping, i sang a short song about you.
and i knew every word of that song was true.
well, almost every word.

ice froze the green stems of the daffodils
ice formed carrots on my window sill.
i was blistering, blazing away.
and it had always been my tendency to let things slide,
but i went to the window with my eyes open wide.
and you were taking on prospect ice,
coming to ward the door.
you want some more?
i've got some more for you.
i've got just what you're looking for.
 Nov 2014
Gabriel Sweatman
She was honest but yet undecided, decided though changed her mind, created a moment but backed out

The only thing left to do was to be dishonest with herself and give in to his honesty

The honesty that came from the dishonesty of his own self-perspecutive

Which was swayed by years of disbelief in his lack of practice of persecution

This moment

This time they left no space for creativity but pursuing the desire of the unknown

The unexplored between the jungle of there own minds

The chaos of the growth that was planted by their own hands

Only to slowly flood the the wilderness covering up the beauty that yet was to flourish from within

Waiting, waiting is all he has till the water has lowered its tide

Showing the new path that was created from the weight from his own mind

Creating the moment and ceasing in the same

The decision of boldness is not created but taken and written in the contour of her face

The shock of why and what it may or may have stirred in the *** of emotional desires

Has yet to fully boil into her perfection of madness

Making the moves to continue on the waiting list or to retire from the list that was created

This was the question of the hour the minute that it took to make the decision of indecision

The decision of courage to over come thoughts of respected space and leave non to be had

The edge of desire is what kept him going with the guts original pattern

The one that could not only pull for miles but stretch across the globe

This is when it was made, be it either the chaos, the problems, or even the grand scheme of it all to unlikely succeed
 Nov 2014
Dagoth I Am
we had our passports out and the kits to fix 'em up with.
and the hurricane lamp cast our shadows on the ceiling.
i watched 'em box with one another like punch and judy.
it was dangerous and delightful.
it was that kind of feeling
when you said you were sure there was nothing standing in our way.
and the lie ran off and hid itself in the alleys all around  the bay.

i saw you knock the lamp over while reaching for the scissors
and i wondered how we'd ever get by without it.
and you fell into my arms, sweet and gentle.
poison in the water.
little doubt about it.
and you said that one of us would be all alone someday.
and the truth of it echoed inexhaustably all across the bay
 Nov 2014
Dagoth I Am
i'd had you out of my mind for a year or better
when the mailman handed me your letter
and i recognize the handwriting even now
but i know i'm gonna open it anyhow
and noone's been buying my snake oil, and i
held your letter like a cross to my chest
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
in you.

i walked out into the kitchen
where the light came through the 4-paneled window
clean and bright and it's taken me two years to realize
how much i like the way that you dot your I's
well, i was born in arizona twenty seven years ago
and i got a mean, mean hunger down below
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up my troubles
i'm gonna wrap up all my troubles
in you.
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