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Silently cry the birds...

Take your eyes from your screens.
And notice me.
Watch the sky.
See beauty.
Look away from busyness.
Look away from technology.
Which holds you in chains every day.
From noticing beauty.
From seeing God's glory.
In creatures.
In creation.
Take your eyes from your screens.
From your obsession.
And notice me.
Notice beauty.
Look!  There are hundreds of us
flying overhead in the blue summer sky.
Don't you see us?
Will you just stop.
For a moment.
And look up.
To beauty.

Silently cry the birds...
Will we heed their cry,
or pass them by?
Will we wait until it's too late?

Silently cry the birds.
Earlier this week, when I was driving, and then when I arrived home on my street, the sky was full of birds!  I had never seen so many at one time. I hope others noticed besides me, in this age we live in where people are obsessed with their iPhones.  Recently, a nature park we have has been overrun by people playing games on their iPhones, and I wonder, do they even notice the nature around them?  To me, it's just sad.  My opinion, but I hope there are others out there who see my point. Take care.
 Jul 2016 FiesaLy
Stefania S
she listens
watching
assumption on their faces
but a fool she's not
her mind
thunderstorms in the summer
pounding hear
the intensity too much
tears well
and the music
vibrates
ears
her most potent line of defense
drowning out the past
mistakes in judgment
a rear view mirror
caked in the blood of battle
that no man dare accept
hands and nails blackened by the soil
and raw
heart like a brillo pad
frightened by the wash of emotion
never the right time to cry
holding onto the moments
praying for the solitude
found only among the trees
places where she's fallen on
knees softened by the earth's surface
birds fleeing from the highest perches
screams as shrill as crumbling foundations
and crashing mountains
a begging dirge
body a useless paradigm
before and after
black and white
alluring and repulsive
desired and rebuked
given and taken
from there
the lowest ground
the crows cast off
ascending the heavens
garnering the cries of the innocent
sullen air filled with a sallow tint of pain
 Jul 2016 FiesaLy
Onoma
Everything that happens,
does so concurrently...
it's just the same energy
in a different happening.
If a single clap is meant
to break a trance, the
energy of the clap and
the energy of the trance...
wave and trough for the
love of sameness.
 Jul 2016 FiesaLy
lost and found
Your lips
never quite
tasted like poison,
they seemed more like alcohol,
and I didn't know
kissing them
would be dangerous,
until I died. //

               03.23.15
                     -          Poet
                                 (db)
It's always you.
Your feelings,
Your heart,
Your mind.

Not me,
Or my sanity,
Or my peace.
Never me.

Always your happiness,
And your pains,
And you telling me
About how I'm wrong again.

And it's always you
That's right,
That's on the chopping block,
Not me.

It's never me,
That's hurting,
That's crying
While you're talking
About yourself,
Your needs,
On the other side.

It's never about me.
7-9-16
Maybe not the best constructed, but it shows my pain.
 Jul 2016 FiesaLy
Dr Strange
So it's late
Time for bed but I can't sleep
Instead I'm up writing these poems meant for thee
Poems you'll probably never get the chance to read
So I mine as well burn these words
Just to watch them float away in the simple breeze
Because you and I will never be
We're just friends...
But I guess that's the tease
 Jul 2016 FiesaLy
Nathan Pival
Do It
 Jul 2016 FiesaLy
Nathan Pival
Make it, grow it, feel it
Love it, work it, do it
Say it, mean it, be it
Hold it, caress it, endure it
Question it, solve it, understand it
Nurture it, direct it, protect it
Smile for it, live for it, die for it
Cry for it, blush for it, never deny it
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