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 Nov 2016
Traveler
(DIAPHANOUS)
Sep 15, 2014

This is that part of me
I’m not afraid to expose
A glimpse of my nakedness
A composition I compose

Freely I share regrettable mistakes
Lapse in judgment, slaps in the face
Rather you identify Or quickly deny
These are issues and battles of life.

Creativity comes in darkness
As well as in light
Fear not the lack of morals
As the Poets take to flight...
Traveler Tim

I am writing  everyday
Hit and of course misses.
No time today
Life is wonderful
Hope you are enjoying life!
 Nov 2016
Mike Hauser
Show me a man
Who is happy with his life
And I'll show you a man
Who has the joy of Jesus Christ

Where the worries of this age
In all retrospect
Never dare to compare
To the joy that Jesus has

That's the kind of happiness
We all strive to have
The overflowing joy
That is found in Jesus Christ
 Nov 2016
Secret-Author
Should you add
another cloud
to rain above my head,
I'll bring the light
to make it shine
and create a rainbow,
instead.

And should the day
turn into night
before we've had our time,
I'll sing for the stars
and the moon above
to see the black sky
shine.
 Nov 2016
Mike Hauser
She dresses in paisley
Wishes on daisies
Falls asleep to the televisions glow

Drinks Calamine tea
The tea she believes
Brings about memories only she knows

Wears perfume on her finger tips
So when she points it smells like this
Lavender with a hint of ginger

She has a yellow bird that talks
A pink and purple frog
She dresses in mink come winter

Her shoe leather is patent
The only way she will have them
Her tribute to the 70's

She herself is a secret
Hoping that she can keep it
As she floats across the seven seas
This popped up on my memories in Facebook...
Had forgotten about it and I always liked it so here's another run.
She created
A doorway in her mind,
she always keeps one foot in
And one foot out.

However,
Her mind is always lingering
On the other side -
She often feels the need
To breakout!

On the other side,
The trees are wise ancient
Majestic giants,
Rustic leaves
Cover the fertile ground.

The moon is always full,
It is always perfectly round.

The sun is always shining,
But sometimes she has it rain -
Just to hear
The sweet serene sound...

She loves the smell
Of the earth afterwards -
The damp rich ground.

On the other side of the doorway,
Her soul is free -
Here,
She is immune
From emotional stress,
Strain, and pain.

Inspiration is carried
Through the wind,
There is nothing to lose,
But everything to gain.

Nature,
Is always most accepting,
Embracing her essence,

Here, she is alive,
She has an illuminated spirit -
A pure white glowing presence.

She never needs to struggle
For her every breath...

Everything is truly alive -
Nothing, at all, resembles death.

Rivers, crystal-clear,
Flowing with vitality,

Flora and fauna,
Beauty in an abundance -
Thriving,
Celebrating their precious Individuality.

Magnificent mountains
Reaching into heaven,
The bluest ocean,
Wrapping itself around
A breathtaking coast,

Everything about this place
Is what she adores -
What her soul absolutely loves
The most.

On this side,
Nobody can disturb her peace,
Nobody can break her spirit,

Nobody can take her freedom,
Nobody can invade her tranquil thoughts - that's all there is to it!

Here,
Butterflies and doves
Glide through the air,
In dance -
Touching her eyes
With a heavenly love -
So pure.

She always keeps one foot in
And one foot out,
But her heart and her soul
Reside here -
Because here,
Less, is more!

By Lady R.F ©2016
 Nov 2016
the lost girl
Can we watch the stars
Far from the city lights
Can we look for rights
In the darkest crimes
Can't we sleep tonight
And party all day
Till we see the dark
laugh when we fail
Cause we can try again?
Why should we hate
Everything we love?
Why should we learn
To say goodbye
I'll rather say goodnight
Cause I know
The sun will rise
And we will try again
There's an other chance
I can change my life oneday
the part "the sun will rise
and we will try again"
is by twenty one pilots <3
 Nov 2016
Mike Hauser
I will love you like forgiveness
Where all of my hope rests
Letting it also be my witness  
Never drawing from anything less

I will count out our tomorrows
From a sky of shooting stars
Leaving behind yesterday's sorrows
While looking forward to whose we are
 Nov 2016
Olivia Kent
I shall miss seeing the moon when I've died in my bed.
With a mound of cold earth on top of my head
The soil keeps me warm as my past life doth dawn.
For tonight the moon wears a beautiful silver aura,
Her face bright white on this cold night.
I shall miss seeing the moon when I'm dead in my bed.
The moon a pure lady.
Good God, I adore her.
(c)LIVVI
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