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 Feb 2017
Lora Lee
as the rush comes
on the dance floor
it envelopes me
beats rising up my spine
and we are all one pulsating
             beautiful body moving          
                           losing inhibition
              as we spin and writhe
           expressing ourselves
        to that vibration
embraced and surrounded
by the flickering
          tangible sparks
                light we can almost catch
                        in our fingers and mouths
                   eyes like stars
or closed in our
       own private mantras
entranced by rhythm
minds in haze
untouched auras
in colors a-blaze
scintillating in the dark

moved by our own
inner cadence,
we are all bonded
through
        electric notes
downbeats alive
in quickening liquid metal
We inhale that invisible
sense of smoky escape
no thinking needed
but soul's center awake

So
rescue me
at  least for the night
wrap me in bliss
just bring it on
          an accent of sound
                  as the dam bursts
          in spiritual ******
        of musical flow
as we re-connect
to ourselves
in angelic dark
               glow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EA97NXJvcc8

just some reports from the dance floor ;)
 Feb 2017
wordvango
dollars don't blush
around this time of night
rhymes don't work at twelve
midnight
science is all street
and biology and urges talk
the arithmetic is quaint and simple
twenty here for that
adds up to
another hit
I been taking notes
except in English
class
 Feb 2017
Melissa Rose
We are all roots
destined to expand
from the richness
of life's soil
Into the ephemeral
garden

                                          we who remain
                                   unwilling to bloom
                                    covered in the filth
                              of our own limitations
                   chose to prolong the journey
                                                         ­ within
2/18/17
 Feb 2017
Elizabeth Squires
rain's pitter patter
plops on my weathered roof
with dampening drops
 Feb 2017
Barton D Smock
i.

a brother
on the roof
with his raft

and the white mouse
his baby
takes
like a bottle

ii.

the coming
of radar’s
crow, the lights

of illegible
ambulance
Butterflies fluttering
through shrubs and trees
everywhere,

Kangaroo droppings
scattered randomly
here and there.

Wombat burrows
make for a cool secret home,

Wild ferns in clumps
where deer
has been known to roam.

An ocean of giant trees
making waves
as far as the naked eye can see,

This is my piece of the forest,
This is where my heart is--this is home
to me.

My dream
to own a piece of Australian bushland
has finally come to be,

I am forever grateful and ever so thankful
that God has given this grand blessing
to us - to me.

By Lady R.F©2017
My soul is beyond content today.
I thank dear God in heaven
For his blessings.
All praise to God!
Collect my broken pieces
off the floor,

Gather my tired soul -  
unlock my heavy heart's door.

Hold me tight
and never let me go,

Lift me high
whenever I feel low.

Protect me from the sources
of my anxiety,

Let me dwell within your heart -
my soul's only safe and secure society.

Fold me
into your warm embrace,

Cocoon me--keep me forever safe.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Red and amber sky
Tinges of blue
fading

Fire blazing sun
Slowly
cascading

Velvet clouds
Frozen in time
Like decorative lace

Holding their breath
Anticipating the illuminated moon
to take the restless sun's place.

By Lady R.F ©2017
Another beautiful sunset
Truly blessed
 Feb 2017
Ma Cherie
In OUR arms,
is the only place where WE exist,
in this single kiss,
we share a soul,
as we become bright for one another,
the light is our common goal,
in a flashing moment in time,
we hit there in our prime,
gas and dust,
diamonds and rust,
ExPLoDE
we collide,
feelings we can't hide,
bits form restless,
and because of your gravitational pull,

.. you become,
my entire world...
... all over again.

Ma Cherie © 2017
God I love you Steven...don't u know? Ugh..
 Feb 2017
Amanda F
The wind bears with it stories
of faces, bodies, and stillness,
It's graceful yet forceful touch ,
which carries the birds.
surfaces stretching seas,
and sends a breath of life
to the flowers, grass and trees.*

Amanda. F (c) 2017
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