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 Jul 2018
jonni inferno
follow me
if you can
thru tortured paths
and wintered lands
where the sun is lost
the moon unknown
beyond this dark
encroaching gloam

follow me
if you dare
where voices speak
in whispered layers
of external wars
undeclared
where twisting turning
bodies play
on silken sails
on captured waves

follow me
if you would know
where silver rivers
sometimes flow
and flying angels
falling lay
sweetly laughing
in their gentle way

follow me
if you wish
and play in childhood's
autumn mist
where paper dragons
fill the air
and broken hearts
still beating share
a love for passion's
written snare

follow me
and I will show
how wounded heart
now mended grows
where many paths
once hidden glow
and light the way
to where I go


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 Jul 2018
Poetic Eagle
8w
Some dreams are just illusions
Thanks for reading
 Jul 2018
Dimitrios Sarris
Such an abrupt ending
a chance to leave some
ghosts behind.
Behold the king
of timorous
who hoarded corruption
within his precious walls
here is his peace
by steel's swift descent.
 Jul 2018
Poetic Eagle
You are the definition of BEAUTY
Don't feel inferior
Be your own kind of beautiful whether u melanin or not
 Jul 2018
Traveler
Pawns, expendable pawns
Black and white squares, we move upon
Dreams, lost in a garden of dreams
Invisible hands guide our teams

Heaven bound angels we turn
Fall to the ground we burn
Run, run to the mountain of lies
Our righteousness is our disguise

Devastation and heartache, our path
The unavoidable crash, karmic wrath
Yet somehow we find love in vain
In one brief moment we leave our stain

Truth revealed in fever dreams
Guilty feelings waking hours bring
What does it mean we ask ourselves
Storing hope upon dusty shelves

In the silence between our laughter
I have heard the voice of stars
Deities banished to wayward heavens
Sentenced to observe us from afar

Behold the whispers that makes us dream
Countless eyes that see everything
Forbidden to touch, to reach and feel
Enviously awaiting with intention revealed
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2018
McDonald tsiie
walk with me
your hand in my palms
was more than a passionate stride
which oriented my path like a pendulum
i learned how to walk with my eyes closed
with your heart defining our itinerary in hindsight
found myself moon dancing to the tempo of your heartbeat
something was not right
she felt a very deep chasm
and ceased walking
i opened my eyes, saw a constellation in a crystal palace
Aisha we're lost
she closed her eyes, i held her close
like a mother to her baby

scared of what her soul breeds, gave her an ataraxy
i kissed her forehead and left a passion mark on her neck
as she opened her eyes to a valley of love
silent sigh
The Love Religion...
 Jul 2018
Traveler
If you've never
Been as far
Thank your
Blessed or
Lucky stars
That you
Don't know
How it feels
To face the darkness
That consumes
At will
To take the devil
By his horns
To crown
Your lust
With prickly thorns
To hold the fire
Embrace the burn
To hide the scares
Of lessons learned
....
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2018
Ishan Kumar
Arguing when wish to be quiet;
Speechless when wish to talk.


Unveiling when wish to conceal;
Expressionless when wish to convey.  


Lost in thoughts when wish to read;
Void of thoughts when wish to write.


Fighting when wish to love;
Fearful when wish to fight.


Lethargic when wish to act;
Unstoppable when wish to restraint.


Holding on when wish to let go;
Surrendered when wish to strive.
Holding on when wish to let go;
Surrendered when wish to strive.
 Jun 2018
Mike Hauser
This poem is out looking for a song
With a desperate need to be sung
To dive in deep with a melody
Taping out in rhyme to a 3/4 beat

This poem can barely keep
Itself from a three part harmony
Knows it would never tire if it made the choir
Letting the bass go low to its alto

Doing what it can to be in the band
If you've never rhymed you wouldn't understand
As far as a mile is long
Is the need for this poem to be sung
 Jun 2018
Traveler
There’s many ways to say
What’s already been said
Thousands of poems
Have been wrote and read
Still I would be your brother
Or I could be your dad
I would be the best friend
You have ever had
Our love would last forever
And ever never ends
If we could get together
We’d all be bound to win
.......
Traveler Tim
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