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 Oct 2014
Paula Lee
She just sits there
still as a statue,
Silence fills the room
her memories run to you;

Gnarled hands in her lap
eyes filled with such pain,
Her minds retreated
She's with him again;

It happens more often now
as her eyes grow dim,
You might catch a smile
She's back dancing with him;

He's been her only love
these last 60 years,
She can't live without him
you know by her tears;

And the look on her face
says it all today,
she's biding her time
Til he comes to take her away;

Every day she's getting closer
Everyday one more prayer,
Heaven's her destination
Because her Heart is there!
Someday Love!!!
 Oct 2014
NuurSeraph
I've seen a vast Ocean of Eyes
darting back and forth
left and right
undulating sequence
along the Moonlit night

this is No Trickling Stream you See
this is a raging Ocean of White froth Life


Herein lies the Chasm of Awareness
or Stairs of Consciousness,
if you need
the Praying Mantis shifts its Eyes
(Kneeling in the Blackness)
Down the very bottom of this
deep dark Ravine


We are the Creatures
We are the Seeds that We sow
We are all Mirrors


Tell me....what more must Eye know?????
Watching Life of Pi
turning my head and holding my breath a lot.
oh yeah, and shedding a tear or two..or three...ok, I lost count
 Oct 2014
elias
Have you ever feared of yourself ?
Have you ever felt like giving up on what you good at ?
Have you ever felt hopeless?

We are always running away
And we don't even stop to
Think about it

Sometimes giving up is the only choice
Not everyone is as lucky
 Oct 2014
Chalsey Wilder
I'm sitting at the edge of the cliff
Just watching
Just waiting
I'm sitting as the ocean throws itself against the rocks, spraying me
I wait
I wait for something
No
I wait for nothing

I'm sitting on the edge of the cliff
Sliding off the edge I'm gonna let this small nothing happen
I'm gonna have this small nothing be gone in a whisper*
*Just never miss me
Just never whimper
 Oct 2014
r
we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

it gets old - the news
of war - no more glory

-  the dead are dying
old and young

- we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

living in our rooms
above the fray -

we turn away
like yesterday -

we see the smoke
and hear the drums -

another day.

r ~ 10/17/14
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 Oct 2014
Shiloh
Turning over reaching out
the moans slowly fade
with the realization
that beside her lay
nothing but air
she takes that in deeply
and with a smile goes on

Waking up
rubbing the sleep from her eyes
to her instinctive surprise
she can't find her glasses
laughing it off
knowing she doesn't need them
she gets up anyway

Still slightly half asleep
and images not as clear as they are usually
she stumbles into the bathroom
where she regularly brushes her teeth
not being able to find the toothpaste
she laughs it off
she must have simply forgotten to get more
after running out
seeing this as nothing
to make a bad morning over

Tiptoeing to the kitchen
in the cold, she hugs herself
blinking in the bright light
not quite ready to face it all
her muscle memory kicks in
automatically she reaches for the
coffee maker, and finds it has disappeared.
sighing she finds contentment
in heating up a leftover cup from the fridge.

This being the third thing,
and maybe partly the caffeine
she starts to become flustered
her mind starts trailing off into
different scenarios of what could be taking place
she tries her best to examine her surroundings
maybe she is in the wrong house
she goes to the front door
to check for an apocalypse
and finds joggers, then children playing down the street
making sounds of frustration she closes herself off to the world
she walks back through the house trying to see
a sense of entitlement washes over her
this is what she deserves,
what she has set in motion for herself
the questions are endless and her bad mood tide is rising
she wishes to call
the lover she lives with
but quickly discovers her phone to be misplaced

Running her fingers through her hair
the location of her brush is now unknown
her heartbeat beating faster
right when she can't calm herself down
the front door opens again
her love walks in
the sight of him holding
what seem to be the shape of two coffees
makes breathing better
she doesn't have to say anything
her face questions all
he quickly apologizes for not being there
when she awoke
he had to act quickly
handing her the coffee
her fingers rapidly warm with contentment

she asks about her glasses
he places something in her hands
saying he knocked them down which broke them
hence why he left, to fix them
putting them on she looks around
everything is safe and sound.
It is nice to rely on certain things
but to be so caught up we have to be careful
to routinely have a wonderful state of mind.
 Oct 2014
Rupal
When I set outward
I use the mirror
for an external reflection.
The mirror only shows
what I am willing to reveal.
Neither approval nor disapproval.

When I turn inward
my soul, my real mirror,
it does not see,
it sees through...
My past, present and future.
Nothing to hide
yet no content to discuss.
A mirror that
does not reflect.
A mirror that
is not my reflection
in time and space.
A mirror that is
my pilgrimage
to the Divine...
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