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 Jun 2020
Charu Singh
My heart is
Plentitude of bliss,
Occupied with stuff to miss.

My heart is
Eschewing out of cage,
With his envisage.

My heart is
Apportioned of benignity,
With lashings of placidity.
 Jun 2020
Lyn-Purcell
Am
Flawed by creation
I am very much human
Please world, accept it
My mind is a riot...
So much I'm thinking about...
So much to make sense of...
I hope the world can be accepting of that fact that we're human and that no one is perfect
Let's embrace it...
Much love
Lyn 💜
 Jun 2020
nivek
we all could meet in the dark
-the night

but there are other 'darks'
far darker

do not be afraid (Jung)(Jesus)
of your dark side

today is the longest day
for a whole year

many darks can play across your soul
but in the end;

in the end we will wake
and be astonished.
 Jun 2020
Mike Hauser
In Narcissist Nation
It's all about self
What's in it for me
Forget everyone else

The views you cling to
I do not approve
In this all the above attitude
Without a clue

In Narcissist Nation
Only I have the right
To say what I say
False truth in my eyes

I'll follow the crowd
To the dark side of town
Then light a fire
And burn it all down

In Narcissist Nation
There's no need to discuss
I'll scream at you
While at me you cuss

With new slogans and sayings
On which to feed
As the world continues baking
In insanity

In Narcissist Nation
This will not end good
If we continue forsaking
All that we should

If we only focus inward
In this I, Me, Mine, time
And not see through into
This narcissistic lie
I heard a guy today say we've turned into a nation of narcissists... I'm beginning to think he's right.
 Apr 2020
annh
Surely, this life is but an aberration. For have I not been oblivious to the heraldry of the firmament for far longer than I have craved to acquaint myself with its mystery; of the moon and stars to know their secrets.

Gazing in awe at the doorway to infinity whence I have so recently arrived, it seems unimaginable that I should recollect nothing of the stepping through, the horror vacui of my incarnation, the shuffling forward in the queue.

My existence a blink of an eye; my non-existence the remainder of time.
Is it any wonder - glorying at the night sky - that I am confused as to whether I am on the inside looking out...or the outside looking in?

‘For the first forty days a child is given dreams of previous lives. Journeys, winding paths, a hundred small lessons and then the past is erased.’
- Michael Ondaatje, Handwriting
 Apr 2020
C F
Together we have to
Link arms, stand up.
No.
Don't loot. Don't burn.
Simply stand up
Stand for the
child that cannot cloth itself
woman than cannot defend herself
man that cannot feed himself
Stand. Rise.
Raise your hands.
Do not fire. Do not shout.

Silent. Still.
Stand together for those that cannot.
 Apr 2020
Thomas W Case
On the edge of autumn,
I see the sky and trees all
ablaze with color.
I can still smell the
smoldering fires of fierce youth,
when the landscape of my
heart was wild;
a wilderness that wouldn't
be tamed.
But I'm afraid that
old age has quenched my
thirst for adventure.
Even my poems have lost their teeth.
Gone are my scabbed up knees and
swords made out of sticks.
No beautiful maidens to rescue;
Just constipation to overcome;
as I listen to the
ticking of the clock.
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