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It is saturday night
    And there's people whom I invite
    It's gloomy and twilight
For my friends had pillowfight

On the next day
Where they got home
They text there's something scary
On the basement that they roam

I replied and lied
"Silly, there was nothing inside"
I suppose and look outside
On the bodies that I killed, where will I hide?
So
So,
do you think about autumn?
Leaves and winds,
just for a while...
Can you stop the time?
         Slice of life
taken from photographs,
kaleidoscope of life,
leaves and wings,
put behind
- time from time,
just behind

So,
do you know about
circumferenced dreams?
         Trapped inside,
whilst autumn leaves
falling down,
yellowing scenery
all around


The warm autumn breeze
         scatters the leaves
     like spring  snowflakes
      I carefully hand stack
        them each by color,
              one by one,
           as if they were
          befallen dreams
                     or
      similarly unholdable
               gathered
      garnered memories
                      •
        each leaf touched
             reminds me
       of how many times
          I've had to let go ―
         how many times  
                I've fallen
     without a place to land
   until the winds of change
         drew me back up
               as if I were
   evanescent autumn leaves,
      to be swept away again,
         touched by the spirit
             the true nature
                  of  love
                      • •        
        sown seeds of one love
           bestrewn hopefully,
             thusly cast about
              just as intended,  
   the grain and chaff together,
     sifted by the velvet breath
        of the samsara wind's
              sanguine touch

                     •  •  •
            

  autumn waters ... October 29, 2017
Post script:

Samsara: The eternal cycle of birth, suffering, death, and rebirth

1. ( in Buddhism) the process of coming into existence as a differentiated, mortal creature.
2. (in Hinduism) the endless series of births, deaths, and rebirths to which all beings are subject.
Citations:  Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged, 12th Edition 2014. S.v. "samsara."

Hand Stacked Leaves
Written by:  h.a. rivers


You feel like robber
You've stolen my heart

I feel like a vault
You've deposited
Your LOVE in me

You feel like my heartbeat
You are beating within me

I feel like your voice
You rhyme love-songs through me

My eyes won't be able to
Let your colors of LOVE fade away

The rainbow of your desires
Has become a color palette on my soul

Let me drive your dreams
Let me walk your paths
Let me ride your hopes
Let me swim your oceans
Let me soar your desires

Wandered-lost in your LOVE
Even if fate pranks me
To some other roads of life
I'll find your path
With colors of your smell

Let the world disgrace me
Let the world accuse me
Even if No one supports me

I'll live on your LOVE
Like the clouds over you
If rained on your heart
I'll brighten your soul

You have become my color palette of
Your breathe & heartbeats



 Oct 2017 Crandall Branch
Guden
I killed a bee today,
It reminded me of a classmate
Lost years ago.
I saw him leave with a smile,
A car ate his chest.
As mine
Killed a bee.
That's the problem with motorcycles
On the road;
In a car
Nobody notices,
Dragonflies,
Fireflies,
Regular flies,
Some misfortune cats
Tired of having so many lives.
I wiped a bee off my jacket,
Like I change the channel.
In that moment I couldn't believe the words you'd spoken to me
Something is wrong you said it thrice
As if you were saying something new about my life
You're really clueless
It's kind of sad
What makes you think I'd tell you my problems
When you're like 20 years older than my 48 year old dad
You can't stop me from drifting away
You can't make me not escape a place I was bound by chains
My feet were not made for shoes
And I refuse to be caged
You can make dust out of my dreams
And it'd be used by fairies
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