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Complex cosmos.
   Intertwined divine.
Emerging energies tangled in vibrant vibrations.

   Beings of light.
      Woven through time and space.
Mind meeting spirit.
    An Awakening.

Truth echoes in the silent wind.
   Open eyes with ancient ties.
          The illusion is wearing off.
        Dormant souls colliding,
    Seeing light beyond this realm.

A revolution beyond government and world order.
       A conscious shift, long awaited.
           Beyond technology and media schemes.
         A new view.
     Simply pure.
Beautifully complex.

   A transcending universe in the minds eye.
Opening mystical doorways into the great forgotten.
     Taking spirit back.
         Claiming love and light for all who accept it.

Nature fueling the human imagination.
  The endless curiosity,
       We are cleverly designed to crave.

Follow me tonight,
      I’m the stars in the sky.
  We’re all just seeking truth
        And we’re just passing by.
4 dates since we met, 9 days on the calendar, each one a surprise.
a coffee date, mt biking, (you rented the best bike for me)
***** shooting (oh, you loved the sight of me with a gun)
visiting your dad discussing books and gardens, then a surprised brother;
God, you knew the best food for dinner tucked into small funky streets.

Then today, a hike. A firehouse lookout at 10,000'- scrambling boulders, skinny ladder to the top, 
the view epic, cliffs fours sides, miniaturized trees way down,
sun rays to this warm spot on the wrap-around porch for lunch, tucked out of the wind
The sandwich you made just right.  You had me at avocado.

Thin air and a delicious little bottle of sake from a wooden box-cup made us giddy,
trying to figure out that Japanese label, some cartoon figure of a victorious mean Samarai?
So we named it Kick-*** Sake, and I took a picture.
Then you asked me to marry you.
And I said yes.
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Copyright © 2013 Anna Honda. All Rights Reserved.
 Jan 2013 Emily Rogan
P Chartier
When we first met, you were
The warm sunlight on my face
The salt water in my hair
The colors of paint on my canvas
and the loving words I began to say to myself and others

You made me a lion
Never timid or ashamed.
I was growing like a tree
With cherry blossoms
and all the people starred with such awe
and knew that it was your power that kept me alive.

Until one day you grew
A serpent tongue that spoke monstrous words.
I became a nuisance with my love
And when I leaped you pulled me back to a step.
I became trapped in your eyes and tortured with your mind.
You threw a million shards of glass at my heart
and expected me to stand up tall.

One day I spoke the forbidden words of "Au Revoir"
and met a real lion who was ready to throw me on her back
and take me to the amazon or anywhere I pleased.
She fed me words of support and knew that
I was exotic in these native lands.

But you trampled your way back into my heart seven days later
and now I think to myself,
"If I have such grace, poise and love.
How can I allow someone to trample
all over me, and turn me into a
disarray of chaos."
 Jan 2013 Emily Rogan
Tallulah
On the coast
In a pickup truck
We made a toast
To unfortunate luck

You traced my hips
Whispering my name
With those chalked lips
A shiver ran up my frame

You held me there
Where land kisses sea
On a blue sphere
You fell for me
There was a man on the bus
today
with hostile eyes...
steely blue and suspicious.

The thirty something woman
across from me;
with black eye and split lip,
her's were wet with tears and fear.

A young couple
only had eyes for each other.
Glistening
with love and desire.

The bigot’s eyes
were all a glower;
hostile and condemning...
The couple was interracial.

The old woman’s eyes
tired with many years,
looked back with memories
and forward to release.

The little child’s eyes
wide with wonder
took everything in,
grist for the mill.

As I wander from
face to face,
I wonder what stories
my eyes offer?
She's the girl with the broken smile
Look at her eyes
Maybe you'll see
The mirror of her fated destiny
Alone in belittled company
Not much of a life
But see who cares
empty
Except for the boy
All the lies are uncovered
And all but one is past
Shall this be the end
of
the girl in the mist
I remember a time
when we were new
and beautiful

before our lips
were blackened by lies

before the sleepless nights
circled our eyes

before coffee and tar
stained our smiles

before liquor heated
our foreheads and hearts

I remember a time
when we were new
and every breath blink and step
brought me closer to you
Sitting on the sandy shore,
I wanted something more,
The tides at night,
So strong yet light.

All the words spoken,
Are being broken,
All that I think,
Are here to sink.

Even when I have everything,
Yet so many things it brings,
The joy is to be one among it,
Hence every night here I sit

By - *Venkat Raghavan
 Jan 2013 Emily Rogan
Samuel
It's a silly thought but
    am I being tested? compared as
                  one of two?

I hope not.
 Jan 2013 Emily Rogan
liz
I want but true affection
rather than that
produced by guilt

desperate to stay one
you succumb to old habits
and donate no reassurance

i doubt
in cycles
and I am at the top of the ferris wheel
i see the land
and not the man next to me

am I more than just a variety
of frozen food and prepared meals
and the occassional agressive "ive missed you"
exhaled between kisses

i am acustomed to your familiarity
and your soap scent
and harsh tongue
your lashes at my best men

but you are calming
but you are rough waves

i am tired of being brushed against the shore
i should be the ocean
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