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 Jul 2013 Jessica
Anderson M
A soul suspended in an intricate matrix
Of unprecedented circumstance
Buoyed by a feeling of immense ecstasy
And a cocktail of other mixed emotions
Experiences the gripping embrace
Of nostalgia.
Scenes regurgitated from the remotest part of
The brain get intertwined with a beleaguered consciousness
Relish and distaste merged into one
Them memories…emotional souvenirs of a tumultuous past
Recollection of the past is indeed  bittersweet
After all isn’t it
*A frantic chase after the wind
** a happy pessimist's...**nutshell** view of a certain facet of life
 Jul 2013 Jessica
Sam Moore
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 Jul 2013 Jessica
Sam Moore
"without _, neither love
nor lovers can survive."
the answer was money,
but i think it should be
the wide-eyed gasps
that come right after
stay-here-forever kisses,
or the foggy half-second
of sprinting through a sun-
drenched forest in between
waking up and realizing
i’m in your arms.
the bills and coins can
sprout wings and fly away —
there’s no such thing as homeless
as long as you’re around.
 Jul 2013 Jessica
st64
walk with me, oh sweet soul
oh please, walk with me

walk with me upon this path betwixt dale and brook
you are goddess of the moon, healing night creatures
feel the rustling breeze whisper hopeful prayers to us
don’t condemn your thoughts and feelings, for they guide.



This time, curiosity can be a blessing
Seek not excitement of the night
Yet wait not forever for a life to come
When you have it *right now
; live it well.

Emotions are sometimes borne of selfish needs
Thus, succumbing to easy judgment.... may lead to pain
And not only to yourself, oh no!
Its force can touch your whole being.

Get up thus and walk with me, sweet soul
Get fresh air into your lungs
Lie on beachsand, fully stretched, in clothes
Feel the living sun give to you, selfless.

Encourage not phantoms of ill desire
Place not your heart so precarious
Reach inside, extend a hand
For what seems cursed or bland..may well be ~ your very own blessing.



Oh, what gentle ministry gives she...goddess of the moon..to a needy soul




S T, 30 June 2013
written in 2010.

"oh Lord, it's hard to be humble"

read that line somewhere, just forget where now....

hope that Moon-Goddess pops by sometime....soon :)




sub-entry: 'tides'll turn...tides'll turn'

when we least expect
but most need.

wait for it...
tides'll turn....tides'll turn.
Confronted by a Red sea,
Pursued hard by an enemy:
Knowing not wither again to turn,
Where else in the world to run;

Stand in faith still! for surely
Soon, you will see God's glory
Enveloping your life, like Moses
On Mt. Sinai; and you'll rejoice.

Deferred hope dead, rotten
Away like Lazarus: forgotten.
Unyielding expectations and commitments,
Now resigned wholly to disappointments;

Stand in faith still! for surely
Soon, you will see God's glory
For you, like Mary and Martha,
Like Elizabeth and Zechariah.

Mightier than all challenges is God,
Parting Red seas with faith's rod.

— The End —