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 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
I have a strange
      black
         cat,
      with bright
   green eyes,
and a curved back
   but truly strange
      is it's
         At
            Ti
               Tude
that all reason
                  defies
Wrote this when I was young and naive...
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
Like the millions of stars
Which shine late at night
Each star cast adrift in space
Following its own flight
Or the millions of grains of sand
Which scatter the beaches and sea
Blown by wind or washed by water
Each following its own destiny
So scatter the tiny fragments
Of my broken heart
Broken by a man who shot
Askew with Cupids Dart
Now I'm left in the shadows
Of a love that could have been
Wondering aimlessly like a ghost
Searching for the scene of its crime...
Another flashback to young naivity
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
technology
will create
robots
of us all
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
her eyes reflected a distant sky
beautiful but bereft of warmth
years of toiling
in an unforgiving landscape
took its toll on her
slowly changing her
until a cold blue hue
radiated from her pores
a freak storm separated her
from her kind
and she was left battling
the wind and waves
on her own
as wave
after gigantic crushing wave
pummeled her
again and again
she sank below
almost ready to succumb
but in the depth of despair
deep down in her soul
she found the strength to survive
and something else
an ability of sorts
she was able to shield herself
from the violence of the storm
and raise herself above the waves
she wrapped herself in a cocoon
storm raging outside
absolute calm inside
silence
absolute focus
she looked beyond the storm
but it had swept her from all she knew
she found herself
in a vastly different place
everything unknown
she buried her birth place in her heart
and embraced this new world fully
in this place she healed
herself and others
always helping
never harming
it was almost as if she was atoning
but never reaching
the point of full atonement
she was not from here
but she was
Home
based on a dream I had the other night, I'm still trying to remember the whole dream... it was vivid and completely Alien
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
order beats chaos
but chaos eats order
for breakfast
a little light humour...
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
we
spend
our lives
testing limits
wrestling faith
questioning wisdom
pondering existence
all in an effort
to make
sense
of it
all
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
the only
running
that counts
is running
out of time
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
every now and again
cracks
start to appear
along the edges
of our carefully constructed
realities
and for a brief moment
Reality
shines through
and
instead of revelling in it
we shiver
and hastily repair our worlds
because
God forbid
we actually
face
Reality
 May 2019 Sam Vaghi
Debbie Taylor
so fragile
     like glass
destined to shatter
     but when the sun catches her eye
nothing else matters
 Apr 2016 Sam Vaghi
Lora Lee
I am an
emotional
      archeologist
digging d
                 e
                        e
                                p
into the contours
of the heart
trying to discern
what spots
need tender healing,
how to treat and
soothe its
fissured parts
I am a soul-mind
                   excavator
discerning
temperature and hue
measuring the depths
of textures
as we get down
to the root
We work hard,
my team and I
mapping earthen layers
we use the implements
                     of wisdom
to try and heal
this pain acute
and as we gently
cut through the strata
of history, of scars
I know that this
         explorer's work
is worth it
for we will reach up
to the stars
So we continue on
in patience,
into the
blazing core
      like truth-warriors
like healers
      unlocking secret
ancient treasures
that will rise up
to the
fore
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