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 Feb 2016
Seher Seven
tuning in
tuned in, skyward.
One mind, onward.
engulfed in now.
knees raw.

One mind, keep in mind,
you tune in.
we are tuned in,
the reception clear.
what do you hear?
what does your heart hear?
it tunes the waves
sends them for sensing
and decisions made.

what do you hear.
I hear the waves.
the cosign's stage.
the actual day. it is
filled with answers.
waves of intelligence,
magnetized for reception.
heart communication.

all the answers are there,
every discovery.
we merely tune,
channel another piece of
WE.

to see, to be free,
turns me on. touches me
deeply.
inspires my song,
my wind song, floating on the breeze,
strangling defeat,
doubt, release, be free.
WE create what we see.
see free, be free.
meet me in the trees.
 Feb 2016
spysgrandson
as dusk rolled into night,
we watched a gray storm pour off the mesas
you spoke of life, death and what lies in between  
I smelled the rain and watched the lightning dance off
every rock, revealing some sacred secret alchemy in their stony souls  
a molten mix from ancient seas which yet today  
makes a bargain with light brighter than our simple, dying sun  
when your words faded into a sleepy slur, I walked
through the torrents of rain, not shivering
from the dreary drenched burden of the flesh
nor from the earthly winds, but from the vision
of my paw prints disappearing
before they were even made
(Inspired by a fierce lightning storm I had the privilege of seeing/feeling Saturday, July 19th, 2014, in the great American southwest--the only thing I have written in weeks)
 Feb 2016
nivek
I send up my prayer at rocket speed
and the answer parachutes down sedately,
-in no hurry but at a pace I can accommodate
and my finite self can understand,
while the caresses of peace on my soul,
can last the whole day through.
 Feb 2016
Tiberias Paulk
Where is the music in your words
once they flowed like water, and sang like the birds
the verses drone on now, the chorus a stain
you play three notes in the key of pain
gone are the melodies alive and sweet
now it's the devils tritone that sways your feet
 Feb 2016
Hilda
Sweet wisteria
Weakly protesting their death
By covetous hand

Never had they bloomed
In such profuse abandon
Till those last three years

Trailing sad windows
Lush purple riot of vines
Struggle to protest

One morn I woke to
Roar of angry bulldozers
At the empty house

Nothing there remains
One brief hour quickly shattered
My belovèd home

*~Hilda~
(Each stanza is a Senryu.)
© Hilda January 18, 2014.
 Feb 2016
Gaffer
I shouldn’t be with you
In this hotel
In this bed
In this relationship
No
I should be with my wife
In my house
With my newborn child
Living the life of suburbia
But I’m not
Instead
I’m planning an engagement
The future
I’m now two men
Living the lie
Waiting for the inevitable to happen
And it will.
 Jan 2016
wordvango
may I or you be illiteral?
Write something with a purpose from
another point of view. Try to empathize by feeling
close, like an actor does to what we need to portray?  
I do.
I write from others points of view , sometimes.
Not every thing I did I write down.
Not everything I write was me.
I do try to portray what they may have felt and
try to experience what they might have.
I know it's an imperfect theme, a movie script
not fit for television. It's my thing.
 Jan 2016
K Balachandran
1.
On a nameless planet, in ferment we first met,
eons ago, tiny microbes, evolving we were still,
yet love a flickering light, bound us together.
As two galaxies were merging fiercely then,
to turn us and our nameless pang,to worthless dust
there wasn't any time left for a future together.
In a microbial kiss pathos ruled,we melted as one,
promised to remember this tryst, imprinted so deep
wherever in cosmos we would meet in future
in whatever form we may be at that juncture.
                                        2.
This morning at the Metro that pang did revisit,
seeing you gazing at me in goosebumps I stood,
two galaxies within, I sensed were closing to to merge,
coming to my senses again I find  you've vanished
a microbe, you are in the air that every minute I breathe.

We will conquer time, go beyond, love has power infinite,
the encounters in flashes would intimate our impending union.
 Jan 2016
vinny
skinny and starved
stomach growling
calm down honey relax
you're like a scared cat

even the ones
who have been around awhile
the have no feedback to provide
it's pretty straightforward:
survive

you've been to the edge
with not much damage done
looking back with regrets?
better to have none

pick up the pace
light speed is way more fun
just be prepared to ask yourself
*what have i done?
if you don't face your demons they will continue to control you
hit them head on and have no fear
freedom is on the other side i'll see you there
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