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 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Sourodeep
Wrapped in white heavy snow
the tree still stands tall
bearing the weight of the season
it will endure and not fall.

The wind freezes the soul
sun shies away below the horizon
all animals gone, hidden in some hole
green becomes a shade only in a dream.

The day will come when once again
the squirrel will chase up the bark
leaves will rustle in gentle breeze
and kids will fill up the park.

Once again a tired traveler
will find shelter in it's shadow
the tree will again rise and glow
and reward the hungry for their endeavor.

The snow has stopped us all,
but the warmth is close by
when the world will be in motion
and for that fine day
the tree still stands tall
and
*it will endure and not fall
For a special someone who has to endure a season :)
Lying on the kip in the night I saw my dear hover over my bed, bloodless as the most pale lily head, soft-skinned with naked neck to bite, too waxen for a blush and too flush for white, but perfectly toned without white or red.

And her entire face kissed by my mouth, and all her body watched by mine eyes; the tender hands and eyes of fire, the shaking  limbs hotter than the south, the flowing wings, the lithe thighs, and burning soul of my heart's desire.
I have had enough of you!
I know I am not alone
There are millions suffering
And someday you’ll atone.
At some point the silence
You enjoy so much will end
And you and your cohorts
Will not have a single friend.

You insist you’re a Christian
Then cheat and lie and steal.
Point to all the good people
And claim their values aren’t real.
You gather with other creeps
And dress up very expensively
Then spend your stolen loot
On lavish living extensively.

Some of you may have made
A study of which things to quote
Of your badly interpreted religion
And memorize them by rote
So you can spew them back
And claim you are a greatly pious
Man or woman of God’s grace.
That’s how you buy some of us.

You pump us full of falsehoods
Blame everyone but yourselves
And demand we go right on
Working as your mindless elves.
Meanwhile you take apart the good
That we have tried to do before.
You lie and claim you are helping us
And too many of us don’t keep score.

That will not go on forever because
Not all of us are raging fools.
We will turn on you and beat you
With all the appropriate tools.
We will cast you out to the coventry
You forced us into all these years.
You'll rage at us with no result.
You will understand living in fear.
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Asominate
In the Silence
There is Darkness
More hidden beneath the Seams

In the Silence
They think they know
But things aren't like they seem.

When it's Quiet,
Thoughts come alive
Abandoned Reality.

When it's Quiet,
I'm occupied
My mind working busily.

Hush now, close your eyes
Lie now, Rest now, Sleep now, Dream now, do not Weep now,
To be understanded, I hear your cry.

When we are Hushed,
By Silence, crushed
Realized Immortality

When we are Hushed,
Hear falling Dust
We are not perfect human beings.
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Deedee
Did you forget?
Your failing to see
My powers go way beyond you
They reside in me

I am the all knowing
I hear what your thinking
I see what your dreaming
I can feel your conscious beating

Did you forget?
Your failing to see
I can see everything going on
behind the scenes

My words are extremely powerful
My love has the potential to devour you
My wrath not to be reckoned with
So Listen closely as I beckon this

Do not forget
Never fail to see
Your lies will never get past me
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
ARCH
The moon stared the lady
Who was hiding and crying
She was a star to slay
By the god ,may
Deserted by all
She was not good ,human call
What is truth ,what is lie
She is different her own way
Let her expressed and say
'I'm a beauty of black night ;
You're a beauty of sun'
-we may different but our
Heart is one
Pallestine beauty
they say love is the driving force of the artist

the words that spill upon the page are inspired by the butterflies in their belly

the stars in their eyes are caused by a glance at their lover

that must be why my pages are empty

it matches the contents of my heart

for i do not feel the appeal of being one with another

and alone i will always be

not curious of commitment

but needing it only to conform
ramble of being aromantic
 Jan 2018 Halsea Callis
Krysha
Its feeling the undying urge in your system
And be unable to do anything
Know nothing about taming
Ignoring the awakening
Disregarding the thrills and the tingling
How do you cling to springtime dreams
If it now feels like delusional thinking

It's the sense of being lost
In the cabins of the found
the scent of uncertainty
in the lodges of the doubters
the aroma of confusion
In the quarters of the sure
How do we grow to like something
And grow later in life to hate it
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