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Michael John 7d

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i

o my ink-link
to the highest high
like god´s wink
and smile...

let me think
o why
me soul sink
time to die

ii

plenty of time
to expire
will i say more

or laugh..chill or
into the fire..
how fast the time..

went by..
or be me again..ha..
my life again

or spider..sigh or
go howling..!
the serpent eye..

Ryan Geoffrey Hayward 7d

exit signs

I grieve through a shocking exit,
the foggy lens as I cry
as I get the news
that you have died,
I can hardly breathe
through the lack
of oxygen &
the gravity
Chairs and tables,
float past me,
as I hold my ground
but wished, I too
could be lifted
with the spirits,
To embrace my brother
and my mother,
the candles barely
can flicker
until my anger
creates a firestorm,
& the void
explodes,
I look the Abyss
directly in the eye.
I destroy
the first wave
of my demons
looking to
collect
upon my misery.

A tribute to my mother & brother.

WILLIAM WORTHLESS 7d

winters night

when winter comes around and it begins to snow
we sit round the firelight turn the lights down low
turn on the radio listen to our favourite song
in the fire glow we both dance along

looking at the roof tops covered in the snow
pure and so white it gives your heart aglow
flames from the fire casting shadows on wall
looking through the window as snow begins to fall

dance the night away to the radio
dancing all night long in the fire glow
cosy as can be on a winters night
surrounded by the snow pure and so white

Teesha 7d

Day by day

The perils of the past etch your spirit,
Darkness banks on them for its untimely visits.

You try to fight them again and again and again,
But some days, your efforts end in more pain.

These unexpected visits often keep you in a hollow place,
Where joy feels distant and hope is hard to chase.

Yet these visits are often what lead to liberation,
For pain paves the way to light — and the soul’s elation.

Just get through today, take it day by day,
And trust — it will be alright, soon, come what may.

#darkness #hope #light

Cyrus Ingole 7d

His last breath

Lying on a bed,
His body went cold,
He was very old.

Body froze,
Soul rose.

Wet cloth on his forehead,
His body drained all his sweat.

His visions wail,
And his body went pale.

The hall was in death,
As he took his last breath

Alas he was dead

My first poem

#death #deathbed #dark

Tom D 7d

OOS

Object-Oriented Spirituality:
We are all unique expressions of God
Instances of the object named “Truth”