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 Jan 2017 Vii HunniD
Pagan Paul
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Once a little boy woke up scared,
crying and calling for his mother.
Once an adult man woke up scared,
crying and calling for his lover.

For the boy there is no answer,
his mother is just never there.
For the man there is no answer,
his lover being just thin air.

You see the little boy is now a man,
who only ever wanted to be loved.
The adult man was the little boy,
who only ever needs to be loved.

So put your arms around the child,
show him love and teach him joy.
And put your arms around the man,
remember, he really is just a little boy.


© Pagan Paul (28/01/17)
 Jan 2017 Vii HunniD
Traveler
In Particles of Mind
And Waves of Consciousness
The tissues of Thoughts are forged

By increasing matter and fact
We secrete the thoughts that lack
Our issues are always at war

No matter particle or wave
These dimensions contain
Emotion will always resist

Life is aware of every breath of air
And the magic of reality is this
...
Our energy will always exist
...
Traveler Tim
The best part of a shadow
is you know there's Light around.
For the ones who dwell within
you may be lost, but *can be found.
 Jan 2017 Vii HunniD
Mike Hauser
if you look inside Picasso's mind
there is no telling what you will find

he had no rules in which to break
in the take of chance along the way

as mocking birds sing foreign tunes
just outside of his blue room

painting all night in abstract
but isn't life a lot like that
My mum was a bride
I love her umbilical cord
I didn't hear her laughing as she was a kid
People shout, I don't know why
Mummy......Jasmine...
I don't know if
sleeping ones are dead or alive ?!!!


مادرم عروس بود
من بند ناف مادرم را دوست دارم
وقتی که کودک بود
صدای خنده های مادرم را نشنیدم
نمی دانم چرا آدم ها جیغ می کشند
...مامان من.....یاسمن
نمی دانم وقتی آدم ها می خوابند
مرده اند یا زنده !!!؟
 Jan 2017 Vii HunniD
Kelly Rose
Shrouded in shadows
Comfortable in the misty fog
Her soul quivers
Yearning for light
To bless its grace upon her form
Fear of pain boldly strikes
Her soul slips easily back
Within its comfortable mist
Hiding on the fringe
Secretly hoping to
Feel the caress of light’s grace

Kelly Rose
© January 12, 2017
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