My mind is a web of every moment
Captured within each strand
Occasions,
Instants,
Paused
Then rewind to that second
Remembered as if yesterday
By a smell my web moves in motion
A light show of tiny energy
Caress the neurons,
Thought,
Moments,
Senses,
Burst forth, this web
Brings all moments to life
My mind is a web of ideas  
It captures dew drops of consciousness
And weaves them, entwines them,
It to this mind of many strands
This web of  neurons that form *pure thought.

"Let me introduce my self"
"I'm Mr Dev-Ell"
This is a class on words
Power,
Thoughts,
Manipulation
Of those around you, why not, others
Do it, so do it to them as well,
"HELL"
I do it everyday its my job,
Power
Is what you make it,
How you use it, power isn't
Money,
Land,
Diamonds
May be a girls best friend, but
Without the words there just
Dreams sitting on a fluffy white cloud,
Thoughts,
Can be dominated, with so *few
Syllables, make their  thoughts yours,
To after a time control,
Manipulation,
To make those who's thoughts have succumb
To your whims, do all that you want
Good,
Evil,
In-between
What is wanted, stand back and watch the show,
Now here is your homework
I want all done that which is wrote
I want all completed with silence
I want you to
Listen
To the
Sound
Of my
Voice,
You wish to have power over people & words,
"Yes"
"Then into the night"
As each leave's I whisper in their ears
I am Mr Dev-ell
If any one asks, say i whispered the words,
That night, I sit waiting with  
A smile upon my face,
"News is coming through"
"ZND News"
"There have been numerous killings"
"On the streets tonight"
"Each was heard screaming"
Devil gave me the power"
Devil gave me the word"
"Six  people were shot by  police
"Five died from their wounds"
"This brings the death toll too"
"Twenty Five"
"Wait a moment the sixth suspect is in custody "
"Why sir, why did you do this"
"Dev-eel made me do it"
"He whispered secrets in to my ears"
"You heard it here first
Dev ell smiled,
He had killedso many, with out raising a hand,
The power of word was indeed strong
Specially when spoken softly by
Mr Dev-ell
His words were like ******* for thoughts
He spoke, people listened,
And with out knowing did his ***** work,
A master at what he did,
He was Dev-eel and his whispers
Could make you **** or **worse..

Happiness  is Love
But brings sandness Over a word
                                                     EVery moment cherished
                                   This word brings Either emotion in to the world.

Think of me...
Not
As a splinter of wood stuck deep in your flesh,
No...not  a thorn,
In your life, never a disruption...
Think of me as something extraordinary, like,
A special kind of food,
A beautiful, brilliant light,
A helping hand, an INSPIRATION...

Never mind if the reverse happens...
You can
Think of me, as, SALT...
That washes away the bitterness in your tongue
That enhances the flavor of your every taste
That clears the gray clouds in your worry-filled sky
To make the sun shine during the dullest hours in your days...

When you're  weary,
When moments have become so dreary,
Pulled lower still by melancholy...
I boost your mind, your spirit, to wonder once more, 
I fill you with jumping beans, so you'd dance on the floor...
I make your droopy eyes stare back, alive with wonder
I resurrect the excitement, the spark in your sagging spirit...
I bring MAGIC...

Think of me as, SALT...

I preserve your life,
I enrich your wit, your wisdom,
I brighten your days, I heal your pain, your woes...
I am just within your reach...

Others say, I melt,
I disappear...
In truth, most ignore my presence
Yet, I am always there, always around, 
Just neglected...
Taken for granted...
But, when thought of, nurtured again, and cared for,
I take shape in your mind, I solidify,
Once again, I become Hard as  Rock...
I could be permanent,
Stay with you,
If you'd only let me...

ThInk of me....


Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan




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  /  /  
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enticed by   \\  the alluring
promise of everlasting sweetness•i had
shed all trepidation to indulge in this lone
songstress•hanging on its own, just enough
within my arm's length•seemed so easy but
a formidable test of strength•i had reached
and plucked without in mind, the doubt of
myth•held it for an instant before sinking
in my teeth•it's the sole mouthful that
had brought about this perpetual
racking cough•it's the apple...
that i should've never taken
a big bite        out of...•

it is
easily
forgotten
that each
avatar
is a
real
person

with real
flesh and blood
bodies

real emotional issues

real hearts and minds

we should never
make assumptions
about them biased
by their age
or try to
figure them out
based on their work

they have been writing
through a glass
computer screen
just as you have

they live
they breathe
they bleed

just
like

YOU


soulsurvivor

seeks a way

bird                    out

  caged the

  sees a freedom
            beyond meshed wire

                                                           ­      outward
                                                space
   ­                               a
                          to
   ­               flying
once
        
  finds  itself

 prisoner             still

   a

Standing with my toes hanging over,
I can see the world up close.
Looking down, up and all around,
the air against my face and the depth of space.

I stare into the belly on the edge of life.
Living on the edge of dying and being born.