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it is a while since

the words have mince-

d though my pen

into papermation

so now

for your information

there are swirls

that are curls

around me like waves

in sunrise constellations

brave new summations

filling me to the brim

in an indescribable fulcrum

on which I balance

parched, starched, enhanced!
Battle of the Roses
The seashore rages
A lonely night
Angry regrets
Memories flooding

Drinking after work
Tired, impatient
Hollering
Peace, quiet

Cursing cruelly
Screaming obscenities
Children hiding
Shaking, violently

Anger explodes
Shattering dishes
Chasing after her
I want to break her neck

Out of control
Pushing, shoving
Angry, spit spat
Slap
****

Scream
Slap
Crack
Scream

Silent tears
Unforgiving
Angry rant
Courage on fire

Broken nose
Fight back
Hushed children
Fitful sleep
  
Apologies, excuses
Beg, plead
Threats of divorce
Regrets flood

A Dozen red roses
Battle of the roses
Breaking my heart
Gone forever
Copyright, Heather Mirassou   June 30,2010
When night shimmers away and dawn appears,
Awakening all living things from slumber,
The sun is welcomed by all with cheers
As its heat signifies everything warm and dear.

Flowers arise in glory and bloom,
While butterflies carry on their endless pollination.
The first sign of day sweeps away all gloom,
And the sun is nicknamed,” god’s greatest creation”

And birds spread their wings and soar the skies,
Aiming to reach for the sun,
While the hapless baby bawls and cries,
And while the labourer butters his bun.

When the sun shines upon them,
All living things know,
That everything happy and new is brought about by the bright yellow gem,
And hence with joy does their life glow.

Because it’s the beginning of a brand new day,
Fresh, unique, and different from the last,
Fun and fulfilling in every way,
To help forget history and the past.

And so, also, as I look at the world around me,
Taking in the view,
Whatever I see,
Is not what I saw yesterday, but something new.

And as the bees store up their honey,
And businessmen store up their money,

My heart, warmed by the sun does sing
Gleefully welcoming a brand new day that’s just beginning…
Lying with you in black and white,
I wonder the significance of a mouth,
hands, fingertips.
grazing skin. mere body mechanics,
or a vessel for a spiraling kinetic?
how we become weak to emotion, seemingly pathetic,
clinging to eachother
leeching off one another's need.
I stare into your eyes
unabashed. I smile.
I wonder how it is that I stare on
and be ever taken by the arrangement of your eyelashes,
the curve of your lips. My lips are wilted leaves,
cracking against the flow of your rejuvenation.
my eyes feel heavy and dry but I stare on,
alive. the shadows take away hesitation
as it shades your words
black and white, sepia, blue.
your hands of ginger, hot and sweet,
melt the frost clinging to my back
created by the rush
turning my gut
as I ache toward dark whiperings.
I want to utter the same, but I know
I can never replicate your dulcet timbre.
I sound so plain. Instead I trickle my lips across your face.
My soul cries out,
Ours are made for love antique
In an instant world.  
It pains me to budge
from this bind.

I wonder how fingertips may convey
what in the light we scarcely can define.
(in progress.)
I glimpse your eyes staring at the shadows in my soul
Seeking to calm the wildly rushing storm
Keeping my heart out of control
Unable to keep
The beat
Pulsating whole

I stare into eyes seeking to calm the storms
To make my heart their own
Leaving chambers once cold now warm
My heart begins to pulsate
To the beat
Of a song, it's always known

Buried longings softly rush, to be finally freed
From this heart out of control
Once a half now pulsates complete
Your eyes chase shadows
Calming storms,
My heart
Returns to whole
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Revised: 11/28/2011
Success is as dangerous as failure.
Hope is as hollow as fear.

What does it mean that success is a dangerous as failure?
Whether you go up the ladder or down it,
you position is shaky.
When you stand with your two feet on the ground,
you will always keep your balance.

What does it mean that hope is as hollow as fear?
Hope and fear are both phantoms
that arise from thinking of the self.
When we don't see the self as self,
what do we have to fear?

See the world as your self.
Have faith in the way things are.
Love the world as your self;
then you can care for all things.
___
"Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the  Tao Te Ching,  the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life).

Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
Written by Lao Tzu
With a kiss

I will show the world
Every word I've been searching for
Every breath of
Wait for me
As your footsteps fell away from me
Every breath
That came a little late

With a kiss

I can take it back
Every bad thing I've done
Back to the beginning with no wrong
Or right
And all anything thing is is light
When the only walls we know
Are the walls that keep us alive

With a kiss

I can make the world
I can mold it and shape it to your face
Make the cherries taste as good as you
And the sun as bright
Because a kiss can change everything
Can bring the world to it's knees
And beg you please
Don't leave me

With a kiss
Here is a wish that might have said, how I ache to see your face
It lies with upturned eyes upon a hardwood floor
If it would only speak, in my heart’s place
Merely a wish, it would be, no more

I hear your name spoken from the poems I do not write
Like drops of water that endlessly flow
From the thoughts that this wish needs to recite
If my heart would only, let it do so

If I could build a bridge from this floor to my anxious heart
This wishes thoughts could then carry with worth
Instead of forming puddles a world apart
They would become a splash of truth
My heart would have, to unearth
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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the changing prismatic leaves in autumn
tis the season in annual repose
embalmed in cocoon
seasons for all mankind
foliage and animals and winter snow
in evanescent inactivity
only to come hither
waking from slumbered  hibernation
when spring befalls
rewarding us with splendid surprises
painting a ubiquitous canvas
of emerging butterfly
spreading gossamer wings
to be reborn in realms
we may not have known.~~lorilynn

copyright*lorilynn 2010
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