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 Sep 2015 HRTsOnFyR
Adam Struble
roses are sharp and they smell oh so pretty
in the spring you think you've got all the time in the world
only getting more imperfect with age
time is speeding up more and more now the end is near

winter she lifts her skirt in the wind
broken pieces of people's lives coalesce together
broken bones heal stronger than they started

a child once asked me, "What's next?  What's next?"
she said, "Everything I see is me,
and you're just another dead leaf on the story tree."
without life there is no death
the only thing that matters
what's next
what's next
reach your hand into the nexus of Lady Chaos
 Sep 2015 HRTsOnFyR
Adam Struble
pretty lady so full of life look at all your flowers and all your flutterbyes
life is a river and you’ve got to keep changing
you’ve got to keep swimming or you’ll sink like a stone
always dreaming and when we parted we started building but when you were done and you looked around yourself you saw that you had worked so hard to build a cage and didn’t even realize it was complete until you were trapped in it
magic words and wizardry can release us from ourselves
listen to your underwater intuition
there’s a new hope on the horizon and her name is life
the sky speaks well where i struggle with words
your eyes like the stones in the river
never quite any one color they captivate me
set my soul ablaze with smile so honest etched on your cheeks
healing peace bursting forth with light and energy
my love what would i have done had you not arrived
give me space and proximity and infinite possibility
the universe just kissed me sweetly on the mouth
and now i am looking on the bright side of defeat
Forever and longer, from
a time long before this one,
we are souls drawn together
in a rare and deep love.

Not always seeing eye to eye,
always, eventually, seeing into the
heart of each other, into the place
where being is all there is.

Our bonds of blood,
and an ancient, hybrid  
ancestry braid continuity.

Breathing into the starry interstices
of this infinite correlation, living
within this web of connectivity,
we are never fully apart.

You are my brothers, and forever
will not be long enough to love you.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Sep 2015 HRTsOnFyR
ryan
I know a woman who emits light when she speaks,
Few hear her words.
She chooses them carefully and with grace,
They are a blessing to my ears,
and a comfort to my soul,
I sometimes wonder if moonlight bleeds from her fingers,
Maybe one day,
They'll illuminate my skin,
For now I'll keep her safe among the stars,
and like the dark,
Swallow the light when she speaks
 Sep 2015 HRTsOnFyR
SG Holter
Few can pronounce it
Unless Scandinavian.
The r's are all rolling,
And the letters all sound...
More or less not as
In English.
Just let it go, it's a 'twister,
I know.

My names are all old-norse,
Not modern Norwegian.
(Viking-speak sounded
More close to Icelandic).
Sverre means "spin like an arrow",
Expression for being untamed; un-
Controllable; wild-man.
G is for Guttorm: "Where Gods
Seek Shelter"; a fortress for those
One thought needed one least.
Holter means "edge of the woods";
The end of the forest (or where it
Begins).

The Wildman Where the
Gods Seek Shelter at the
Edge of the Woods.


My friends call me Sverre.
It is a name I've shared with
Swordbearing kings.
I am equally proud
When addressed.
The mistrial winds come
Blowing fiercely from every direction
As storms brewing
Reaching our ships
Filling the sails of division
Attempts to chart the course
In different directions
I tie my ship to yours
Lower my mast and drift
Along with you
For it is never
One plus one equals two
True love is two equals one
Throw up the rope
I shall tie it tight
Around me
Feel free and drift along with me
The winds are but a window
Taking place together
We shall always
Survive all storms
As the story unfolds
Looking into the mirror
We see our ships are but one
Breathing me in
I am the sails of you
As you are mine
The math of true love; It is not one plus one equals two, rather two are the hearts of one.
 Sep 2015 HRTsOnFyR
niamh
The velvet drops fall
        Erasing time,
             Creating space,
Sweeping memories
Along dust filled lanes.
A shrill whistle
          On a deserted street.
The kicking of a ball
That has already rolled away.
A balloon
           Slipping
From trembling fingers,
            Shrinking from sight,
Seeing more
Than ever before.
The velvet drops fall.
And the woman
            Still dances
Barefoot in the rain.
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