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 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Lorelei
A vibration in the summer hot air
The bow gently touching the cello strings
The floating of perfect sounds in pair

Holding my breath -
                       I am waiting...

Life itself reflects in cello sounds
And I can finally feel it!
The gentle embrace of my heart!

In a split second
I can grasp it all:
       The happiness to come,
       The nostalgia
floating in the ever-changing rhythm
              - Of life and love -
All carried away by the summer wind...

My heart skips a beat
In the afterglow of that
                     serendipity moment:
The perfect sound
vibrating from the right string of my *heart
Canon in D by Pachelbel is one of the most beautiful music for me, cello version, piano, violin, it doesn't matter. Listening to it live in an Italian piazza was the special moment that inspired these lines
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
LeV3e
Blessed by Thee, the gift of creation.
Cursed by needs of individualism.

Blessed by Thee, eternal unification.
Cursed by greed, social consumerism.

Blessed by Thee, light the gift of vision.
Cursed by breed, melanin racism

Blessed by Thee, a drop of infinity
Cursed by genes, fates indecision.

Blessed by Thee, the heart of a musician.
Cursed by jealousies rotting prison.

Blessed by Thee, Will of The Magician.
Cursed by bodies physical division.

Blessed by Thee, Love and compassion
Cursed by creed, systematic division.
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Shay
I am BPD.
I am the demon that possesses your mind,
I am the ghost of all you want to leave behind.
I am the monster that will make you unstable,
The voice in your head making you suicidal.
I am your heart making your emotions intense,
I am your mind, muddled and making no sense.
I am your brain making you neurotic,
With the perfect balance of a handful of psychotic.
I am your self-esteem making you feel worthless,
I will make sure you feel that you have no purpose.
I am your impulsiveness making you act reckless;
Your need to harm yourself is becoming endless.
I am your soul feeling neglected,
You feel it very deeply because you need to be protected.
I am your extreme paranoia,
Making you live in a shell, I’m a merciless destroyer.
I am your fear of rejection, you will outburst at the slightest disaffection.
So, I am BPD and I will ruin your life,
I will cover you in scars made by the blade of a knife.
 Sep 2016 Mary Pear
Ramin Ara
At dawn
You  see the face
Of flower covered
With dews
There are the tears
On the meadow
At night
Poets, like
madmen and prophets,
are banned from
the Kingdom of Reason,
as they are
the progeny of the sun
(the sun who illumines as he blinds)
and the siblings
of the rays
who never tire
of beating
the world into
magnificent new shapes
that fascinate us
all – including
Unwavering Moon whose
lonesome secret is to be
madly in love
with the rainbow.

© LazharBouazzi, May 26, 216
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