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 Jun 2016
Adele
I wanted to tear his mask,
but he told me not to do it again,
he then swam in the depths of loneliness
I've always wanted to know his fears
since only I could see his dreams,
but he has shown how strong he could be
I ask him questions, he never answers
sometimes, he would laugh
a laugh that would strike your healing heart
he would smile too
a smile that would vanish gloomy clouds away
but what about his eyes?
I see no glimmer,
must be a fountain of lies
he just lifted a dying soul,
maybe he is a hero or could be a villain
but what is the truth?
Again, I tried to pull his mask off,
but he ran away
and never came back.
 Jun 2016
J Robert Fallon III
In and out, in and out.
My mind wanders, and my thoughts shout.

In and out, in and out.
We fight the stress, anxiety, that life nefariously chews out.

In and out, in and out.
The breath can calm, and ignite serenity's droplets atop an arid drought.

In and out, in and out.
I refuse to clock-out, and will always shout, I know myself throughout.
Meditation can change your outlook on life and your self.
 Jun 2016
Clare Veronica
I forgive you.
For all the times your empty words betrayed my trust;
I forgive you.
For all of the blames I've had to take--
I forgive you.
For the silences you left in place of apologies--
I forgive you.
Inspired by a beautiful poem by Rose: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1653682/amri/
 Jun 2016
Clare Veronica
But would you still stay
If I have run out of words
To make you laugh?

Would you still stay
If all that's left
Is silence?
 Jun 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Is maturity a thing,
as we wither old?

Do we really learn our lesson,
and finally do as we are told?

I do not.
I refuse.
I will be smart and taught,
yet gleefully confused.

Never content,
never sold.
Always enthused,
and always boozed.

Life can't be seen as seriously real,
as we are all just playing a living game.

We can pierce our own Achilles heel,
or stand tall to pronounce all you overcame.
 Jun 2016
Brian Goosen
"Under the tree sat Buddha, meditating with his fear.
He grew to understand how to face Mara, less his habitual red ears.

The red ears of resentment,
The red ears from fright,
The red ears that pushed him from tranquility to fight or flight.

A similar story comes to mind,
One I know all too well.

The story of mine is a tale to tell,
As long as judgements forever set sail.

Leaving the moment for the past, I see a hateful boy.
Distant from the world around me, so confused & annoyed.

Transformed from my façade of impersonation, to the feeling of being lost.
Stemming from the monotonous & everlasting worriment in thought.

From mediation I understand, what red ears did to me.
The red ears transformed my thought process,
Into someone I'd grow to see.

From growth came lessons, and new habits from within.
To sit with perceived problems patiently takes courage & a half Buddha grin.

A smile to acknowledge,
An acknowledgment of growth.
For the one I was to who I've become had to happen, as if renewal were a must.

The change was essential, & shall stand the test of time,
from the old wondering & circumventing rollercoaster thought ride.

The form of wonder we know all too well, that steals us from here & now.
I wish we could all learn how to live presently & apart from the modern crowd.

Tranquility was foreign to me, however the possession of is a must.
A must that changes a boy to man, which should happen before skin to dust.

While undergoing transformation, a man will come to see,
That who he wanted to be is he, while listening under the tree.

As I sit back to reflect, I can now understand.
I understand how the test of time transformed me from boy to man."
The Enlightened One's tale retold in comparison to the changes I've underwent through practicing meditation.
 May 2016
Viseract
"Are you human?"
"Do humans breathe if they're dead?"
"No"
"There's your answer".

I'm dead inside, my heart still beats
My presence gives people the creeps
I didn't mean to be this way
I'm the reason people stay away

And lay awake at night
Shivering, eyes wide with fright
I'm the reason people starve
And I'm the reason people fight!

I'm the dark surrounding the tunnel
The ever-present majority of the funnel
Stray off the path and you'll find me
And be as bad and ****** as me!

I'm the shadow through the woods
I'm the figure in the hood
I'm the violence you can't resist
I'm the reason depression persists!

I'm the dead that's breathing
I'm the pain you're bleeding
I'm the undead surrounding you
I'm the demon inside of you

So when you ask "are you human"?
You know now what the answer is
I'm the one to blame for all
The hatred and the pain
Not about me, obviously
 May 2016
J Robert Fallon III
Holding on tight to the things we love,
Never to fly away and become history like a romantic dove.

If we lose what is close we feel broken inside,
When in reality we are fighting with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Never fear the unknown and go into the darkness,
Holding onto materialism until you see a sky that is starless.

Don’t be blinded by greed and power,
True happiness lies in greener pastures.
Internal happiness to avoid third party disasters.
 May 2016
Mosh Microbiomes
Who's to know right from wrong
If the wrong is all your eyes can see
Your mind is stuck on that one song
Hateful song that sadly gives you glee

Who's to know the correct faction
Empty passion filled with no voice
The sweet nothing mansion of options
The deceitful proof of choice

Who's to say if you will exceed
Jammed in a pocket full of confetti
In the end, even after you bleed
Blasting with colour but no identity

Who's to say you're special
Special only if you do the obvious
So start pacing in dimensional
Basking in uncertainty will make you glorious.
 May 2016
Ceeam
People walk by me,
like I am a ghost.
Or they act like they don't see,
that hurts the most.

I wonder,
Is it this society,
or is it me?

I'm now questioning,
what I saw the past year,
when people were listening.

They were just polite,
smiling and wishing me goodnight.

I was blind,
not to sense,
and to find,
the invisible fence.

Well, alone I am now,
trying to figure out how.
To adapt and change,
becoming less strange.

But still I wonder,
Is it this society,
or is it me?

— The End —