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 Aug 2015
Isobel G
I cannot endure
this loveless
existence.
©Nicola-Isobel H.       05.08.2015
 Mar 2015
Emanuel Martinez
What is it about this chase that eludes me
That runs away from me
That seeks to experience and then flee me
Until I get hijacked by another
Consenting to my own free fall into ignorance and bliss

Conditioning myself to transmit
Abundance without reservation
Until shot at the knee
But dragged along for a while longer
By the chains I so genuinely let bind me

And even before the wounds have healed
I don't stop running, I won't stop running
Resolute in a chase that targets me
I do so unconditionally

But you can't hijack my senses
I am not an experience or experiment worth having
I am not a temporary treat to be improperly digested and defecated
I am not an amber that ignites upon initial contact
To then be mediated or extinguished if the temperate is not right
I am not the holy water that you colonize
And shower with to cleanse you
To then invalidate that sanctity
When it falls down the drain
I am not a barometer that reliefs the labor
Needed to challenge the aberrations
Of your colonized and colonizing tendencies

I exist
Physically insignificant
As the earth that birthed me and will bury me
But eternal in essence
I am a permanent presence
I am an unforgettable imprint
I am your equal, no less, no more

The moment that we mutually acknowledge
Each other's existence
I have bound myself to you
From that moment...loved you unconditionally and eternally
And expect no lesser commitment
From you to me, or any other person you meet

And even after the wounds have healed
I don't stop running, I won't stop running
Resolute in a chase that targets us
We must unleash our abundance unconditionally

And when we leave
We will have given
Absolutely everything
That we had to give
During that time of our existence
March 6, 2015
 Nov 2013
Priya Patel
I saw a glimmer of yesterdays;
when I was with you
and you with me
when I was all
that you could see
I walked into a room and
100's of eyes began poking at me
but not he
I was a jeweled princess
in silken blue
and you had you new wife
all over you
I have moved on
of course I have
of course I have
but sometimes,
sometimes I miss
the way we used to be
when I was with you
and you were with me
Even though life was only
a pretence to be happy
Even though I was so
very lonely
Even though you were never
truly with all of me
I dont miss you
I dont, really
I am in love again
happier now than even before
in fact, much more
but in reality
I miss being part of a family
 Nov 2013
Priya Patel
Always lingering, longingly
Like leaves frolicking in trees
Your gaze entraps me
Tempting me
Mesmerizing me
Engaging me in a lovers dance
Seducing my senses
Only you, only you
 Sep 2013
Priya Patel
Hidden behind dark brooding clouds,
a faithful sky
peeks through
to a down casted eye
Eyes hazed with doubt
and speckled with despair
searching for hope
looking everwhere
losing faith
in the one constant light
in his life; me
I am here my love
lost in my own brooding clouds
battling some of my
worst personal doubts
Look up sweetheart
and peek through
the dark skies above
There you will find hope
swimming in a bath of my love
A light so bright
it will drown
all your doubts away
I am here
 Sep 2013
Priya Patel
I carried you through heats of hell
and blanketed you in the blistering snow
nurturing you against my breast
afraid of letting you go
You are the one thing in my life
that can never be taken away
Cherished dearly in every way

You are all of my memories
 Sep 2013
Priya Patel
You say you know me;
then know me
Know the hazel
that flickers gold in my eyes
when you smile at me
and the sudden rush
of the reddish blush
in my cheeks so instantly;
when you touch me
Know the scent of me
when im not around
and the feel of me
when I cannot be found
Know the sound of my voice
in your ear
Know when I am near
You say you know me;
so know me
just as I know you
 Sep 2013
Priya Patel
She is as beautiful
as butterflies in Spring
Her hair flutters in the breeze;
a gentle sneeze
from the soft blowing winds
She is beautiful; she is ...
Her skin glows golden
like daffodils at summers end
and just as flowers often do,
she blooms
In a world of trampled
black and white weeds,
she truly is as beautiful
as butterflies in Spring

*to my beautiful neice Nikita
 Sep 2013
Priya Patel
I think of you
as you often think of me
with longing and desire
and with hope and faith
that our paths will soon be as one
I think of you often
with more than passion;
with pure raw emotion
more deeply rooted than the shady
pecan tree embedded
in the back of my yard
I think of your smile;
soft and subtle
always rare and unexpected
always for me
because of me
and the way you make me laugh
I think of you
as you often think of me
and remember all the reasons
I fell in love with love
 Sep 2013
Priya Patel
In the midnight of our days
there is no moon
for me to gaze upon
No whispering willows
or symphonies of the night
Just the blaring days sun
blindingly bright
In the midnight of our days,
there is no quiet of the night
The silent hue of stars
no where in sight
The humdrum of the day
becomes wrapped
like a regifted package;
boring and forgotten
passed on
like one moment to the next
In the midnight of our days
I day dream
of chirping crickets
and hooting owls
of whispering willows
and lone wolf howls
In the midnight of our days
I ache for the peacefulness
of the night
 Jul 2013
Priya Patel
Fear not my eyes
for they are a sea of happy memories
that will bewilder you renderless
but also an ocean of sadness
that will mute even your sighs
Fear not the pockets of stress
pooling with unbrimmed tears
for there are also golden specs
of laughter and gem stones smiles
Fear not my eyes
for they are the only
windows to see me in
 Jul 2013
Priya Patel
Stillness

Moments stood still
silent; never wavering
like how eyes sometimes do
I too am still
standing, falling, shrinking
deceptive like the moon
there then not there
shining bright
then dark as night
When moments stand still
I am reminded
that what may be
may not
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There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not” 

-Rabindranath Tagore
 Jul 2013
Priya Patel
Wondering thoughts

Sometimes,
in the quiet of the night
I allow my thoughts
to wonder free
to let my thoughts
just be
To play dress up
with faith, hope,
and happiness too;
and sometimes my thoughts
just want to be blue
and thats ok too
In the quiet of the night
my thoughts become super hero's
and I lie there patiently
just waiting to be saved
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