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Why do you write with your pen to paper
Living your dreams in your words
Questions in your mind that dive into your work
Creating visions of different worlds

Is it for love or the lack there of?
What does your truth entail
Looking for something where there once was nothing
With hope in your hand, so frail

Why do you write here under an idle light
Sitting, pondering the days
A heart possessing both joy and pain
A wish written in ink that fades

Who do you long for, what do you live for
What composes your reality
Why do you write, dearest poetic soul
What keeps you dreaming?
I write because there is too much of this world that goes unnoticed. We take things for granted, whether a feeling, a scene, a breath, or the words that bind us. So why do you?
countless emptinesses charactized as virtues
countless directions when we really dont know what to do
abundance of the lack of truth
lack of abundance of much of anything
wells run dry
we are ready
waiting to be filled
pour into us
we will be powerless not to overflow.
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
st64
how.the.simplest.of.things.swell
to
magnified.import

1.
no more drawing lines in the sea-sand
frolicking with flirty fun-waves
(like before)

no more pure-playing in the fields
chasing magenta-and-green butterflies  
(like before)

2.
Mama, come home . . . where are you?
Papa, it’s time to plant the beans
Sister …
Brother …
Gramps …
Grand-ma …
Cousin …
Uncle, aunt . . . ??
                                 *please . . . where are you all?



3.
all.not.well.on.earth
(like.never.before)




even.th­is.small.voice.which.spake.wider.through.innocence
lies.silent.no­w
beneath.reddish.dry-mud . . .

its.melody.of.truth.heard.
only.in.a
field.of.butterflies

all­ gone






no.more.butterfly


S T, 5 sept
nope.all.is.def.not.well
simplicity.simple.


sub-entry : Mind Games - J. Lennon (forgot to mention author here.. apologs ;)

We're playing those mind games together
Pushing the barriers, planting seeds
Playing the mind guerrilla
Chanting the mantra, peace on earth
We all been playing those mind games forever
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil
Doing the mind guerrilla
Some call it magic, the search for the grail

Love is the answer and you know that for sure
Love is a flower, you got to let it, you got to let it grow

So keep on playing those mind games together
Faith in the future, outta the now
You just can't beat on those mind guerrillas
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind
Yeah we're playing those mind games forever
Projecting our images in space and in time

Yes is the answer and you know that for sure
Yes is surrender, you got to let it, you got to let it go

So keep on playing those mind games together
Doing the ritual dance in the sun
Millions of mind guerrillas
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel
Keep on playing those mind games forever
Raising the spirit of peace and love

Love...
(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ud-A-8khCC8
(not to miss - STRAIGHT FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES - Michael Dodaro :)
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Tilly
(the gate's been left hitched open, with fraying string   ajar)*

"Although, I've left you clear directions to the travellers' garden path -
              yet, you've chosen a different route - to all you're searching for."
    

I wait, at a journeys end of heady scents, tending ancient roses trees at it's breadth;

Sipping warming cups of rosemary blues, infused with sweet thymes' underneath.
                      
Perhaps, just an invitation to the garden was quite enough... to let fear decide your fate.

*Bared soles should move with deeper love... when pure destiny awaits.
In the language of flowers...

Rose: Love, desire
Thyme: Courage, strength
Rosemary: Rememberance

Dock: used to calm sting nettle rash :)
before we cut the cord there is some time
to know the places where all choice is plain
and there is neither complete loss or gain
nor any hiding underneath the grime
for anyone the world is in its prime
we find it easy to remove each stain
nor is it hard to to show or to explain
the value given to each song or chime
while each one waits to hear just how the day
will be reported by the wisest folk
we will not rush unseeing  to remark
upon the rules that bound all work or play
nor those we take to be some kind of joke
that leave  us gasping at return of dark
 Sep 2013 Quentin Briscoe
Sir B
Right at this moment
I wanted something to fall on me
To feel true pain
I haven't felt it in a while

Strange feelings

Time - 17:30 pm
Date - *September 3rd 2013
I am.. not being a good person.. am I? I should try positive poetry..
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