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She never sleeps!
She is has no time
For mortal rest,
For the timeless bliss of a
Mortal's dream.
Her fate is, each day,
To encircle the world,
On swift feet,
For eternity,
Until the Sun
No longer burns bright
In the heavens,
And darkness, sadly,
reigns supreme.

She is forever trapped
Between night and day,
In the narrow, moving corridor
That separates the two.
Wherein, she spreads
Her fingertips of rose
And kisses the world's eyes open
With her pink, soft light.
She does this each morning
For us,
As she once did for Odysseus
And his brave crew
As they headed home
From Troy, victorious,
And lost.

She stirs all of us who sleep,
Either gladly in our dreams,
Frightened in our nightmares,
Or those who lie sleepless,
Alone and lonely in the dark.
Responding to your kiss of
Light and warmth,
We awake to face yet another day
Of our impermanence.
However, once gripped by
Cold, dark death,
We will never reawaken,
To feel again, at first light,
Your warm sweet lips
On our cheeks.

Some will greet you with joy
In appreciation of a new day,
While others,
Trapped in pain
Will curse you,
In anticipation
Of more of yesterday's
Joyless suffering,
Hoping for the light
To finally go out
Forever.

Awaken me from my slumber,
My wondrous Goddess.
Rescue me once again
From my unwelcome solitude,
And let me fear not
Another day of light.
I promise to embrace it anew,
As another unique and
Precious gift
From you!
The Present Moment,
Always fragile,
Always fleeting,
Mostly ignored,
Contains all past effects,
From Time's very beginning,
In its current expression.

The Present Moment,
Overlooked,
Mostly scorned,
Contains
All future causes,
Till the end of Time,
In its infinitely
Complex.
Boundless
Now...

Put all your hopes in the
Present Moment!
There is nowhere else
That will take them,
No other time
That can fulfill them,
No other way
To satisfy them.
 Mar 2014 Marc Anthony
amrutha
Cry when you want to
But never hurt yourself
Lie when you need to
But never to yourself.
Get high when you want to
But remember where you came from
Deny when you need to
But not to a better self.
Smile when you want to
You rule your kingdom yourself
Care for them when you need to
But never at the cost of your own self.
Love people when you want to
But never forget to love yourself
Soar in love when you need to
But never expect it back for yourself.
You are a Jewel.
 Mar 2014 Marc Anthony
amrutha
Pause before you say Life is unfair
Learn to make a single flower your garden
Master the art of saying No
Learn to keep curiosity under control.
Watch all your hopes shatter
Just to build them over again once more
Admire before you criticize
Get rid of that good-for-nothing ego.
Following rules or spontaneously living the moment
The choices are always yours
But like the great men always say
Be the change you want to see in the world.
Remind yourself of these things every day
And Ah! What a work of art you are
There is none on this planet
Who is just the kind of beautiful you are.
-Amy. Inspiration is everywhere.
 Mar 2014 Marc Anthony
amrutha
Ignite my soul
Welcome my pleas
Smirk at my grief
Steal it all away, please.
Excite my skin
Invite me to kin
Show me how scary life can get
Steal it all away, please.
Dance around me while I sob
Employ my sorrow
Pay me for each teardrop I shed
Steal it all away, please.
Pleasure my senses
Unleash my beast
And just when I think I need to cry
Steal it all away from me, please.
-Amy.
Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Ripping, tearing,
Pulling my flesh away.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
To a host of which
They are unwelcome.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Lying, defying,
Numbing the realities.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Whispering nothings to which
There are no meanings.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Confusing, undoing,
Ignoring all truths.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Crafting lies which
Are filled with sin.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Mending, fixing,
Stitching the wounds.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Making a home in which
They shouldn't be existing.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
In the broken kitchen chair he sits
Weeping the tears of a killer
Face buried into the palms of his grisly hands
He sobs uncontrollably for he knows what these hands have done
He cries as a child might having seen his parents murdered
Gasping and struggling to draw in a full breath
Snot running from his nose, curling over the stubble of his upper lip
With a clenched fist he wipes this away
Rage building in his veins, hatred, and remorse
His face grows red as he shakes uncontrollably with anger
Unsure of what to do with himself he rises quickly to his feet
His chair crashing back to the floor behind him
He paces the kitchen back and forth
Feet padding monotonously over checkered linoleum
Suddenly, abruptly, he stops, his gaze drifting to the counter top
As he catches sight of the skinless corpse he screams
A blood curdling scream that chills to the bone
Unable to bare the sight of his disembodied victim any longer
He barrels out of the kitchen
Crashing through doors, splinters of wood marking his trail
In the bathroom he now stands
Sulking in shame before a ***** mirror, staring down at his bare feet
Slowly, he raises his head, eyes squeezed shut
Fearing to find what he might see when he opens them
He pauses here for several moments, collecting his thoughts
Breathing deeply, hoarsely, sporadically huffing
Mustering all of his courage, he makes this final leap, opening his eyes
In the mirror before him he sees all too clearly himself
Wearing a skin that is not his own
Face, hands, feet, all that are exposed
His own pale skin standing out in bold contradiction
To the beautifully bronzed hollow man that he wears
His pale and bony knuckles crash repeatedly into the face of the mirror
Over and over again the thud and the crunch
Broken skin and shattered glass
Blood now smeared across what little reflective surface remains
At last he can see himself no more
Slumping down into a ball on the floor
He sits alone and rocks
The mere shell of a man remains
With dripping hands he tears away a patch of flesh from his thigh
Groping the floor blindly his hand closes over a shard of glass
He is now far too numb to feel pain, dead inside
Gripping tightly to the broken glass this broken man begins to write
Carving his apology into his thigh
Part #2; see "Permanent Press" for Part #1. http://hellopoetry.com/poem/permanent-press-pt-1/
Just ten minutes after I'd revved the engine
I was only nine miles away from the love of my life
Day dreaming of when we’d met just eight short months ago
Soaring at seventy down that country road
Only six more miles until she’d be in my arms again
Five years ago thoughts of love would have seemed so far out of sight
Yet four times I've already proposed, “too soon,” she’d always say
Amazing how in three seconds your entire life can change
With just two tires there’s little room for error
When one blew out I hit the asphalt, hard
In a wreck like that there’s zero chance I’d survive
One hour later the ambulance arrived at last
EMTs pressed two paddles against my chest
Shocks were delivered three times
At the hospital doctors performed four operations
Five months I spent in a coma
Followed by six months of physical therapy relearning to walk
In time all seventeen broken bones had set and healed
It cost me eight grand to buy a new bike
Now nine years later I’m still riding, fearless, wife on the back
The tenth time I asked, she finally said yes
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