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'Take your dream as far as you can'- tear up the 
roots of the dead flowers, grab the branches 
above you and swing into the unreal vision of 
reality, breathe the air of spaces unknown, 
carrying with you the experiences of pressing 
thoughts, the sudden surprises of youth, the 
views that, with a flash of excitement, open up 
great wide vistas, and magnetise your senses 
to fly into their psychedelic embrace. 

Float along on the streams of life, like the 
autumn leaf, after dipping and diving, 
as it finds the calm of a lake's edge 
and oscillates in the quiet breezes, 
gathering the last rays of the setting sun, 
before it sinks, to become new life. 

Dance to the sound of the song bird, 
the drip of the rain, the swirl of the clouds 
and the dramatic movement in an opera when 
all voices join, and sound their messages 
out to the universe of stars and planets. 

Feel with your hands the shape of the future, 
smoothed and polished, slippery and textured, 
bumpy and sharp; become a new form of 
yourself, create something out of your own 
arsenal, using your whole being.
 
Touch the page with the tip of the brush, the 
full wash across the hand made paper, the 
colours of all nature, the scarlets, the azures, 
the emeralds, the golds, in hallucinations that 
are real, mysteries that metaphorically express 
the quick of your spirit, and are seen to be art.

Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th October 2012.

Written the same day... On my way home the dry Autumn leaves dancing cart-wheels past me, and did tap dancing on the tarmac, it was quite loudly they rattled past and flew away ahead of me as if like a flock of chattering children, rust brown and ochre colours doing their kind of wind dance, how wonderful all these percussion-like noises nature makes; just like the ice on the lake where the children were throwing blocks onto the hard surface, the sounding - box of the lake itself making that eerie kind of clang of sound that at first I thought might be some strange bird. I took up a video on my iPhone, but **** it, having fingers that were near frozen they didn't manage to push the tiny lever over from pure photography, so, to my great disappointment I when I got back there were only photos of it. Such is life!!!
It doesn't men that my life hasn't had set backs, cancer in five places, I have decided not to have any more, I must get on with my life. Not worried about dying whenever that comes. But blessed with a parents with a joy of life, I have it too, come what may.
 Dec 2015 Monika
Daisy Arcos
Welcome Winter's moon
Feel the bite of solstice air
Frigid dreams await
 Dec 2015 Monika
Mica Kluge
The fog hides the view
And lies hide the truth.
Trapped in both,
You flounder around,
Mirages cloaking you.
No matter how much you
Struggle,
You can't live if the
Veil remains.
Kick it, beat it,
Yell, scream.
It will still never be enough.
Once you have been
Free,
Mirages lose their enchantments.
Break out.
You can't see the world
Around you
If you're trapped
In a cloud.
If you know the truth,
The truth will set you
Free
Because you aren't forced
To rely on the perceptions
Of others.
They may be just as
Deceived and lost.
 Dec 2015 Monika
agalwithwords
I am sitting here in my room
Closing my eyes
I see all of you
Out there somewhere
Suffering and torturing
Not any faults of yours
Still getting what you don’t deserve
This is the way of life
Even if we say to fight it all
Sometimes it is beyond our control
We are limited by our thoughts
Breaking free is just not meant to be
I say to you with all my heart
I weep for you in the silence of the dark
Be strong and steady
Let your tears just out to be
Make it the elixir and heal
The time will come when all will be gone
A dawn will eventually come
Even if not in this life
May be in the life beyond
Don’t let go of the hope
Remember that I am here
Weeping for those who cannot weep…
For not only humans but for all the animals out there...
 Dec 2015 Monika
Vanessa Grace
I will re-decorate
the space in my mind
for you;
the space that cries
save
and the chains that scream
h o a r d
I hoard memories.
 Dec 2015 Monika
Mazen Edlibi
In the casket I saw you!
With a smile you are laying there!
The echo all over the place!
Whispers all around me and about you!
Who is the handsome?
Who is the one in silence?
Who is the one in quite look?
I read the eulogy, with faith it won't be heard only in heaven!  
I'm not lamenting you!
I just wanted to tell them the secret!
Just wanted to tell them who are you!
The echo carried my words..... With pain!
Prayers stopped from being spelled over you!
Are you doomed?
No!
Prayers are crying on you!
You are in safe hands!
Rest in peace!
It is not our funeral!
It turns to be their funeral and we are invited!
We are alive more than they do!
We are alive!
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