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 Aug 2016 Alin
Lora Lee
I want you
like I long
for a return
to myself
as if
to enter
my own
psyche in a
a single lit-up
journey, its
incandescence
led only by
pure breath alone
thoughts out of
bounds as
they fly off
unknown
into the night,
fulfilling
thick waves of desire
dreams in vibrations
love in realms
      higher
the cells weaving skin
go so much deeper
a craving for
a force
uncontrollably sweeter
and I know
that I am intense
with it, like that
but I would not
want it
any other way
for in this
weightiness of emotion
it's the weightlessness
       that stays
a breaking down
of barriers
that ultimately leads
to letting ourselves
open like blossoms,
to see and to be seen
for what is
heaven
but a soul recognition
revealing innermost depths
by our own volition
It is a return
to the lull
of the subaqueous rhythms
to the instincts of pre-birth
          of subconscious decisions
blood knots twisted
                     into the cord
                               of the heart
                       linking its beats
                     to a light-infused
                  spark
sealing the deal
without drowning,
your heart beats into mine
soul within soul
in connection, divine
For the inner eyes
              see in colors
beyond usual hues
and from my
innermost womb
shines a most
beautiful
                  view
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbe3CQamF8k
Actually this one is most appropriate! Teardrop www.youtube.com/watch?v=u7K72X4eo_s
www.youtube.com/watch?v=1d2-E3vId_w

some things cannot be explained
 Aug 2016 Alin
Little Bear
she was made of glass
and dandelions
pressed flowers
and sunlight
hair
soft as gossamer
and eyes
the morning dew
her mind
full of daydreams
wishes
hopes
and love
as she danced with air
stepping barefoot
through her solitude
wishing her bones
were not so fragile
and that her heart
would not beat
breaking spun sugar ribs
not made for this world
never to belong
her tissue skin tore
with each tide
every storm
ached her
inside out
but she remains
as her soul
was born of gold
her spirit
mithril
forged
in lakes of fire
so she remains
to love
where she does not belong
 Aug 2016 Alin
R
Between the Stars
 Aug 2016 Alin
R
we have our own place in the universe
a spot specifically destined for us to inhabit
in each galaxy we have different versions of ourselves
maybe in this galaxy of ours
I'm just the space between the stars
the one who keeps them up in their places
making sure they never lose their shine.
 Aug 2016 Alin
Jeffrey Robin
YOU !
 Aug 2016 Alin
Jeffrey Robin
.


I just want to tell YOU

and all the creators of YOU

thatvYOU are the greatest YOU

Ever YOU -tilized by any YOU

YOU could conceive of !

A FOREVER of YOU !

It is so great to see

YOU love YOU

In between the times.

YOU hates YOU

//

All the YOUs

Are all one YOU

hence a safe YOU

albeit a YOU with a broken heart

"""



""

••

One becomes a better poet

( and remember -/- the word POET

is derived from a word now translated

As

GATE

a gate to the higher spiritual dimensions

)(

and is not a description of a person

With ink in their veins

And blood dripping from cut human bodies onto

The bathroom floor !

I SAW IN THE SKY AN OPENING
AND DARED TO TRY BURST FREE

sort of describes the beginnings

Of this spiritual adventure

Each poem a refinement of the one

Before

Until the ONE PURE LIGHT is shining

FOREVER !

( the true FOREVER )




And the page becomes pure light

And the question

AM I WRITING TO GOD

OR IS GOD WRITING TO ME ?

becomes the basis for the growth of

The whole human race



)(
)(


NEGATIVITY

/:/

YOU says real criticism

Drives writers from HP

YOU is full of ****

//

Real criticism establishes one

As a trustworthy partner on the

Path thru the GATE

( ( and PATH is another derivative

Of the word POET ))



""


In the wild musings

Of all life's possibilities

One way

( the pilgrim road )

Shines ( vaguely ) in the shadows

"

The pilgrim road

Leading to LOGAN MOUNTAIN

where

THE 4 GIRLS

are preparing their song

And the 1000 friends of mine

Are preparing for all travelers

A remarkable feast !

""


So

If YOU would be free of

Anonymous labels


Please come

And learn the power

Of your own

             TRUE
                                             NAME



.
 Aug 2016 Alin
r
Beggarman, you
 Aug 2016 Alin
r
When you paint your walls
with nonsense, and the sky outside
reflects your feelings, sensations
tiring, discovering floors and no ceilings.

And the faceless poor man
doesn't want your tips
but your hand, he wants to try
standing, because he's tired of kneeling.

When you insure the beggar's
confidence with a dime, hoping
he will ask you to stay awhile, then
you see he's not the freak, you are.

It is your mind that is on trial,
the beggarman dying, you slowly
take up his cup, and begin the eternal
begging for just one single smile.
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