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 Sep 2016 Lizley
Fatimah
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 Sep 2016 Lizley
Fatimah
You reach out to me
When you have nobody around you
You look at me like I was more galaxy than just a girl
Once you find your beloved ones
I become useless
And You call it love!
Well, I call it hell
If only we can switch our feelings for a while
All around the world
The day comes of deep colours
To rehearse things
That are really trueful.

I care about cradle of clouds
Above my head
Black beetles to show oppression
Into their words
When I am my everything, my friend.

Celebration of friendship on the road
Happy whether they help or not
As the sky give an reflection as pure
Then I will have a day of everything.

                         By K-mari ©2016
I write about this poem about what feelings I has today when my teacher saying something about herself trueful.
 Aug 2016 Lizley
Got Guanxi
fire
 Aug 2016 Lizley
Got Guanxi
I only became alive inside your minds eye,
caught between the landmines as we **** tried,
to break through the new unto the other side,
but under the seas I could only see the sapphire,
golden blue we knew the landslides didn’t land fine,
and punchlines soon turned into black eyes,
that blew up on the spot as we stand tired,
The lies told the truth until it transpired,
I never knew I could be burnt until I held fire.
 Aug 2016 Lizley
Mike Essig
Es ist in der Selbstbeschränkung,
     die ein Meister zunächst selbst zeigt.*
         - Goethe
We are,
by definition,
our limitations,
especially
those we choose.

They trace
the borders
of our being,
create our
distinctive,
singular
humanity.

Lines we cross
at great peril.
 Aug 2016 Lizley
WoodsWanderer
When words mean nothing
and ink bleeds dry
I find myself stripped
empty though open
pulsating love slipping through my fingertips
as my heart bursts once again.
My thirsting soul cries
soundlessly
     sinking
my aching body into sapphire
depths
I am hidden behind walls of mistruths
dishonest dissonant notes
    fill my veins
as he strokes my face
   beneath the bursting
      stars.
Lips mere inches from mine although
mine belong to another
though I crave his
    breath
         tongue
               teeth
i am stumbling into vast oceans
of emotion
and i'm setting fire to the waves.
 Aug 2016 Lizley
Viseract
Blinded
 Aug 2016 Lizley
Viseract
One cannot see
Where one is blinded by
Vengeful needs
open your eyes to harmony. at least try it
Silently cry the birds...

Take your eyes from your screens.
And notice me.
Watch the sky.
See beauty.
Look away from busyness.
Look away from technology.
Which holds you in chains every day.
From noticing beauty.
From seeing God's glory.
In creatures.
In creation.
Take your eyes from your screens.
From your obsession.
And notice me.
Notice beauty.
Look!  There are hundreds of us
flying overhead in the blue summer sky.
Don't you see us?
Will you just stop.
For a moment.
And look up.
To beauty.

Silently cry the birds...
Will we heed their cry,
or pass them by?
Will we wait until it's too late?

Silently cry the birds.
Earlier this week, when I was driving, and then when I arrived home on my street, the sky was full of birds!  I had never seen so many at one time. I hope others noticed besides me, in this age we live in where people are obsessed with their iPhones.  Recently, a nature park we have has been overrun by people playing games on their iPhones, and I wonder, do they even notice the nature around them?  To me, it's just sad.  My opinion, but I hope there are others out there who see my point. Take care.
 Aug 2016 Lizley
ryn
Unalive
 Aug 2016 Lizley
ryn
We sat together.
We drank to our youth
and feasted on the present.
What once wasn't,
rapidly grew to form
a future keen.

We sat together.
We counted each one.
Silently wishing permanence
into a band.
What once brought tomorrow,
now only fades into
the mournings of yesterdays.

We sit together...
But our hearts are wedged far apart.
What once flourished...
Now only ***** weakly in stale winds,
conscious but unalive.
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