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 Sep 2016
KathleenAMaloney
Shall We Dance on the Dance Floor
Or Just Pretend

Lady
Fearless
Lady

Reaching
Mounted Skyward
Prow of Ship
Prow of Ship

Songbird
Adventures Heart
Awakened Fervor
Higher Looking
Higher Looking

Gods Ear
Do You See It
Do You Feel It!!
Golden Chalice Paintbrush
Moonlight@KarlLagerfeld
Looking Inward
Seeing Skyward

Black Indigo
Madness

Home

Away
From the Parchment
Of Dust
 Sep 2016
david mungoshi
from the depths of my being
i shout that i shall indeed be king
and forever banish banality
in a move that has finality

the things in my unending quest
are a constant reminder of the test
they tell me my fires to quench
until there's none of that stench

from perched vantage points
that even holy saints would envy
i see this walking and talking bevy
of lovelies selling sweet taunts

and i know it's time to quench a thirst
its time not to demure and come first
that itch that has troubled me long
now makes me feel that i belong

to the bemused new brigade of seekers
the ones who are thinkers but not speakers
they that from afar smell the deep oasis
whenever there's a deepening crisis

so dear life incarnate, dear essence of breath
stand me now and forever in good stead
give me the strained juice that cools my tongue
and thus help me in perpetuity to quench a thirst
 Sep 2016
jane taylor
awakened
in the silence of the night
unable to return to sleep
i sat listening
as the stars taught me
unheard messages
delivered on a shimmering moonbeam
tho' i did not intellectually understand
i intuitively knew
what the starlight was saying
then sleep returned
and upon awakening
my intellect seems to have forgotten
the message
my heart now knows

©2016janetaylor
 Sep 2016
david mungoshi
i strained my way up the hill *****
pondering dead dreams and lost hope
the walking song urged me on to the peak
where i stood breathless and couldn't speak
stunned by our penchant for self-annihilation
and descent  into abysses of gloom and oblivion
images of a brave new world- how tormenting!
Notes from my morning walks
The Colors of purple, blue, green, and violet appear as the sun lowers in the distant horizon.
A big ball of energy and of light..... The Earth Spins
The sun exposes itself, to other parts of this beautiful planet, in which to warm them.
The moon is seen "simply" as "Magically "
appearing in the background.
"It must be my turn, once again, to shine and to  light the night-time Earth." (The Moon says to himself).
The grounds cool.....
People return from work to be with their loved ones.
They relax with one another to enjoy some much needed free time and such "simpler moments of splendor."

I am starting to wish to be like the sun.
Staying light to those I meet and traveling to warm, others, who come across my way.
Enjoying the same moments as They have learned to enjoy.
I used to be like the moon.
I used to wait for great things to happen.
Shining, only in one direction at one person and even moments,short livex..... wishing to enjoy or see them for any true extended periods..
Only limited times and "safe feeling-spirts."
I had never been warm, energetic, nor "light-filled"
As the darkness made me "The man in the moon..."
A smile on my face...No open eyes nor senses.
Staying my own distance...
in which  to protect my heart from damages.
It was me who needed to have the sun remind me of such..As I have been sunburned.
however,
the light and heat (of the friendly rays) warmed me up and gave me a more adequate light....
in which for my eyes to see.
Now, I feel more like him, "Mr. Sun."
I wish to keep warm, bright, moving, energy-filled and free.
Fueling the world around me, with more energy, and keeping the joy , of such, in my heart to stay.
Open eyed, more wiser, clearer minded, and a now happier soul..
A greater form of the one
(who was once unwilling to change to a brighter and  a "newer" me..)
A brighter person,now,  for the world to discover.....
I shall remain mentored an inspired by "Mr.Sun."
Like hum, as the night sets in,unafraid.....
As I rise and I set.
 Sep 2016
L Seagull
Crickets' song is tickling my ear
As I immerse myself into a
Humid warm darkness
This star filled splendor
Embracing my every cell
So inseparably containing
And I share it with all
That is alive
I inhale the experience
 Sep 2016
david mungoshi
give me, o do give me
any piece of the earth
let me show you
there's no dearth
of wisps of smoke
and peals of laughter
they quote with gleaming eyes
and are courted everywhere
there's no scarcity of shared experiences
in any measure or hue
and that's always true
i should be garlanded
i should be serenaded
wherever my fancy takes me
for in very truth is say to you
any which way in the world
is a corner of my room
thus see me weep in travail
but always to no avail
for the elite of the world
who would speak for us
though we have mouths to speak and things to say
are forever seeking ways to tell us we're different
but give me, o give me, any piece of this earth
and i shall be home in harmony with the breath of life
never again to be alienated by false councils
my heart will sprout into luxuriant shrubs
that dance each break of day
to songs of the universe
i yearn to be a citizen of the world, roaming free
 Sep 2016
Pagan Paul
.
I am
Moontouched
a slight disaffection
from the real.

Yet,
in my lunar sea
a calm circulating
orbit wheels.

I am
Moontouched
an angle from
the hearts core.

Yet,
in my love fall
a slow spiral
loops playful.


© Pagan Paul (07/07/16)
Meanings: Moontouched 1) mentally ill, 2) in love.
PPx
 Sep 2016
r
A storm is brewing in the east
and a white bird is flying high,
like the shadow of smoke
from the last fires in the moonlight,
lying crossways over the bed
on her belly in dark *******,
whatever she is dreaming
its meaning she keeps to herself.
 Sep 2016
Sjr1000
In a palapa in Yalapa
Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
He waves his hands in circles and squares
in candle shadows

Eyes turn inward to see

becoming a mind in the present
childlike wonder
big moon rising
pulling internal tides
stretching roots
grounded in the earth

Rudolpho knows how to laugh in colors
He knows how to dance Zorba style
arms held high to the diamonds in the sky

Nothing was achieved but everything was fixed

Zooming towards a universal experience
among the universal mind

Don't know where the night went

Rudolpho knows the ritual of the sun
Told me what I needed to know
singing
"Hurray another day"
while a parrot calls my name
and a scorpion slips into my shoe.

A palapa has no walls
I didn't either
all I was
was windows

Drinking mezcal moonshine
with a local named Rudolpho
he knows all about goodbyes.
 Sep 2016
Autumn Rose
Many people see
stars on the night sky.
But i see only a
graveyard whose candles
are still lit on the graves,
even though they are
long exstinguished by the angels
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