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Let me look into the windows of your soul,
let me see the reflection of my words that you hold.
Let me see what you feel,
let me listen to your words,
I just want you to show to me, how it is you see the world.
Do you feel the good wind flow between your hair,
or do you simply walk around without a bit of care.
Can you smell the sweet scent of the rain after a storm,
or do you stumble through the streets frivolous and cold.
Can you hear the happiness blaring from the laughter,
or do you sit down and ponder what life will be way after,
after we pass and we have nothing left to give,
or do you see the legacy we where brought here to live.
I just want you to show me, how it is you see the world,
so I can take the seat right next to you,
in this ride we call life,
and you will never be alone.
 Nov 2015 Justine Kiss
Mel Little
You made a poet fall in love with you
And expected her not to write sonnets about your eyes
Haikus about the way you kissed her in the moonlight
Expected the fire in her heart not to inspire couplets
You made a poet fall in love with you, and when you left
Expected her not to write pages about the ache in her chest
Write a soliloquy dedicated to her tears
Expected her not to feel every gut wrenching moment of the pen hitting paper like your words hit her in the most vulnerable places of her mind.
You made a poet fall in love with you, and you expected her to be silent.
That is no fault of hers.
Drawing images using some words
Telling some stories that are unheard
Stealing the moment, freezing the time
Killing the beast that vultures the mind

Spilling blood, the pen is our knife
Collecting traces from this mysterious life
Connecting dots to create a line
Polishing stones to make it shine

Our words are riddles, a must to decode
Giving multiple key for them to unload
The meaning of some could make readers insane
If wrongly unlock it will conquer their brain

We are a shape-shifter just like the cloud
Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd
Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain
Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain



11/03/2015
Mysterious Aries
 Nov 2015 Justine Kiss
Traveler
And in the rapture
Of those forgotten
The stars shall spark
A final bargain

Within the eye
An eternal light
Beyond the realm
Of wrong versus right

To exist forever
Shall drive our will
Beyond the knowing
Of the subjectively real..

— The End —