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 Mar 2015 Grey
ryn
Night came and conquered my ceiling
Head tilted back to inherit it's familiar splendour.
But she isn't there... Left my heart slightly gaping.
O twinkly one, have you seen her?

She's mysteriously veiled tonight,
Playfully on her halo, dances gentle light.
Don't give up on her, listless moongazer,
She wants to be conquered, put up a good fight.

Persistent skirmish that sets dreams and reality apart,
Eyes don't see what the heart knows so clear,
Clarity eludes when forgotten scars start to smart,
Do you know if she even realises I'm here?

She knows, and dreams of your happy eyes,
That only her will hold on their feverish gaze.
Unbroken threads of hope, your yearning to baptize
And her ice cold craters to be set ablaze.

Fire in my vessel still burns bright and strong,
Never extinguished behind the facade of my weary husk,
My flame would endure just as the wick is long,
Tell me dear star, will I see her next dusk?

When the sun's swords will seize,
slashing the sky in dazzling blue,
When the air will bring a comforting ease,
Her glistening "yes" will welcome you.

Your comforting words ring only of truth,
Winking in codes, you might be right .
Darkness had claimed and engulfed all proof,
Will you accompany me through tonight?

This piercing question you don't have to ask me,
For even though my light's billion of years away,
Twinkling in your dreams I'll always be,
The night companion, under your moon's ray.


ryn*
*Dajena M
My third collaboration with Dajena M.
 Mar 2015 Grey
Richard K
It’s either very late or very early,
But still as the still  moon rises I see my loneliness clearly.

Glitter and gall aren't all that they seem,
Cords are cut in love’s bright gleam.

So drink, drink, drink again,
There’s still another shot to be had,
Another love to be buried here my friend.

So breathe in, breathe some more,
Breathe in the toxin you love,
Breathe me in, oh how I do adore.

Glitter and gall, to roll the ball,
On the night it fell, I swore I had seen it all.

The neon light is her radiant drug,
A touch given lightly yet so hard to shrug.

Storm clouds gather, so drink and drink some more,
An explosion is coming so close all my doors.

Keep me safe from the ones I love,
Keep me hidden and white as a dove.

Glitter and gall,
Just dance with me into this white noise,
Flicker and fall,
In the final hour can we lose this fragile poise?
what is going on?
 Mar 2015 Grey
R.S. Thomas
To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song. To live in Wales is to be conscious
At dusk of the spilled blood
That went into the making of the wild sky,
Dyeing the immaculate rivers
In all their courses.
It is to be aware,
Above the noisy tractor
And hum of the machine
Of strife in the strung woods,
Vibrant with sped arrows.
You cannot live in the present,
At least not in Wales.
There is the language for instance,
The soft consonants
Strange to the ear.
There are cries in the dark at night
As owls answer the moon,
And thick ambush of shadows,
Hushed at the fields' corners.
There is no present in Wales,
And no future;
There is only the past,
Brittle with relics,
Wind-bitten towers and castles
With sham ghosts;
Mouldering quarries and mines;
And an impotent people,
Sick with inbreeding,
Worrying the carcase of an old song.
 Mar 2015 Grey
Nicole Mock
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 Mar 2015 Grey
Nicole Mock
I hate birds but I've been teaching them how to sing
For you
Even though you lurk in the
Depths of my mind - surfacing
Momentarily at all of the wrong times
Torturing me
Alluring
Exhilarating- me
                        I could not imagine a single
                        Millisecond that you are not
                        Behind my eyes
I could not go a day without internally hearing your voice -
                       You are the ocean and I am the
                       Smallest crustacean - a bottom feeder
                       You are the moon and I am the sun
                       I die everyday so that you can
                       Breathe  
I could not live this life without you  
Even if it is spent away from you -
You are here
Within me
                      You are in every song I hear
                      Every sunset I see
                      Every inch of me burns with your touch
                      Why did I not leave a space of my own?
1, 1,00, 100,000 years from now
Even after out souls have returned to
Their rightful homes-
Yours the tress and mine
The constellations (opposites) I will love you
You will always be the first rock -
                       That started my landside
                       The first disturbance that caused my
                       Avalanche
The center of my being, my world, my galaxy, my universe
                       I want to die like this
If love were a window you were
The whole **** house
I'm not in love with anyone, yet most of my poems are about loving someone
 Mar 2015 Grey
Abigail Kruke
Roadways upstairs, collide in my mind
Drowning my tomorrows, yet they found how to survive
Living divided, between things living and dead
I'll take my dance with death,
for I no longer mind the chance

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