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 Apr 2013 Lo
Nicci Wilson
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 Apr 2013 Lo
Nicci Wilson
Who is that girl? The one they call Nobody, the one who owns a heart of bleeding glass
Gazing at the other girl, the girl that isn't sitting alone
Girl with skin like porcelain, she has the eyes of emerald trees
Grin from the deepest sea's pearls and a laugh that spreads like a disease
She just looks at you once and just like that, she's every every problem's cure

She has everything… and Nobody wants to be like her.
Eating is no longer allowed, she'd rather be away
Shoves her fingers down her throat to make herself okay
She watches herself die and become a mess
She drowns in her tears, because she isnt seeing any success.

Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly fading into grey
Quickly, her figure turns to nothing but her bones
She fights for beauty, its a battle for the throne

Broken hearts must learn to beat, and this she came to know
She learned it the hard way when her heartbeat grew too slow
But, she still somehow managed to hide from what's within
Lying in her casket with her hidden, unseen sin.

Final thoughts inside her head scream through the tattered skies
She had never reached her goal, the one that caused her to cry.
They never understood how the torture was so rough
and how She was never beautiful… not beautiful enough
 Apr 2013 Lo
A G Stephens
Babylon
 Apr 2013 Lo
A G Stephens
Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon endures
Wherever human wisdom shines or human folly lures;
Where lovers lingering walk beside, and happy children play,
Is Babylon! Babylon! for ever and for aye.
The plan is rudely fashioned, the dream is unfulfilled,
Yet all is in the archetype if but a builder willed;
And Babylon is calling us, the microcosm of men,
To range her walls in harmony and lift her spires again;
The sternest walls, the proudest spires, that ever sun shone on,
Halting a space his burning race to gaze on Babylon.


Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon shall stand:
The mantle of her majesty is over sea and land.
Hers is the name of challenge flung, a watchword in the fight
To grapple grim eternities and gain the old delight;
And in the word the dream is hid, and in the dream the deed,
And in the deed the mastery for those who dare to lead.
Surely her day shall come again, surely her breed be born
To urge the hope of humankind and scale the peaks of morn --


To fight as they who fought till death their ****** field upon,
And kept the gate against the Fate frowning on Babylon.
 Apr 2013 Lo
st64
Love in the coffee
 Apr 2013 Lo
st64
1.
Sweet love
Oh, such sweet love.



2.
Stick into the pincushion of hope
Gentle pins of far-off dreams,
Holding wispy threads of desire
For which time (as a heading) is never enough.


Push down and drown all thought
Which beckon expectation -
And trust to want less.... or nothing;
Thus reduced, we get no fails.



3.
All up to the sky
We cry,
Agonising -
That waiting of footfall.

Then.....
Lovely flow.
Yes, let's dare to increase
Irregular patterns of abdicated pain.
To fulfill what is so held back.



4.
Because of you
Three days can last a lifetime
Full of affection and delicious warmth
Within the bearings of your arms.



5.
Dreams in the coffee whorls
Willing spindles now
Turn as they eddy...like happy tidings
All around my head.

Dreamscapes thrive
In dulcet whirls inside our core.



6.
No shipwrecks here,
No abandoning of esperance.

No deserting,
No dereliction of love.

No grief,
No castaways on hopeless coast.

These proffered crumbs on palm
Become sought-after......and precious gifts.



7.
Sweet love garnered over time
Poured slowly.....into sacred cup.
Where phantoms run to hide away
No abode for wicked despair.

Oh, for lovelorn hearts and broken dreams
To find such gladness in a cup
We hold hope, ever bold....so deep in heart
And sink away in woven bliss.

Capsule of infinity.....



8.
Come, let us drink
From our coffee-cup.....
Of love.

Oh, come......



9.
Time to kneel and give thanks
Place forgiving wafer on tongue.
Take none in haste
Accept only when ready.

To....
Drink sweetness of sky's nectar.



10.
Of pastures plain
And meadow green
Swift do echoes fall
As moments slip away....like clouds.



11.
Oh, and....

One sugar....
(No analogy needed, surely :)

Hot.....
(Nor here!)

And BLACK, please.



S T,  11 April 2013
Love in the coffee.....oh, yeah.

Don't spill now, guys!    lol

You never know what marvelous tales and fabulous moments await....all inside that small cup.

Could well be a hopeful taste of some swell luuurrrrve!
He he


A somewhat (semi-facetious) version of a modern Grail-tale......whatevr, man.

And......er, please do keep yer hair on, dear chaps!
Not intended for anyone to be offended, I ask ye on bended knee...

:)

Have a cuppa, then?
 Apr 2013 Lo
Ian Stern
Wane wants
To wax

We strain to
Relax

We crave what
We lack

As pain learns
To laugh

Wait
Watch
A gain
In a loss

An outlet
For hatred
Rechannel
Displace it

Weakness wields a weapon


An anchor in discord
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