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 Jul 2014 Sarathustra
Mr X
With tears in her eyes,
she told,
"I've loved a poet."
 Jul 2014 Sarathustra
Mr X
A 'Loser',
▲Is
▲▲Just
▲▲▲Another
▲▲▲▲'Winner'
▲▲▲▲▲In making...
 Jul 2014 Sarathustra
Mr X
Me and my inner self
Are two worlds wide apart...
And in this hour of solitude,  
I've become one with myself.
What can I read her
What can I read her
on a Sunday Morning

What can I do that will
somehow reach her
on a Sunday Morning

I’ll read her the news of
The Indian Wars

Full of criss-cavalry, blood
& gore

Stories to tame & charm
& more

On a Sunday Morning
~~~

Some wild fires
Searchout
a dry quiet kiss on leaving
~~~

Like our ancestors
The Indians
We share a fear of ***
excessive lamentation for the dead
& an abiding interest in dreams & visions
a series of notes, prose-poems
stories, bits of play & dialog
Aphorisms, epigrams, essays

Poems? Sure
 Jun 2014 Sarathustra
Farnok
Forgiveness is the key,
To defeating your enemy.

For what power can one have,
Over a free soul?

The answer is none
And forgivness is how this freedom is won.

If you cannot forgive
Then how will you live?

To truly forgive one must not forget,
You must remember and yet,
Move forward without feelings untoward,
And not presume to judge as some mighty lord,
Or ones soul may jump overboard.

Often times this I do forget,
And this always leads to regret.

Pity the man that has fallen down,
And do not give him that disgusted frown.

Do not presume that you are any better,
For you do not know the pain that is his thether.

This you help me to remember,
As you ignite my fading ember.
 Jun 2014 Sarathustra
Mr X
You have said it all
And known it all.

What I think or write now,
Is just a fragment of the divine sea
Of your flying thoughts
And your cased words.

You have lived the lives of us all.
And what I live now,
Is just one life,
Amongst so many you've already been through.
To all the great poets of the past and especially to the one who triggered this thought.
 Jun 2014 Sarathustra
aar505n
Ekpsycho
Each time I see you I lose my breath
Even just thinking of you brings me close to death  
Eventually maybe you too will soon swoon 
Even though I only met you at the last full moon
Ekpsycho
Especially impossible to say without a pause
Evokes a reason and cause
Evolves into something strong, something real
Expressing that indescribable feeling
Ekpsycho
Erupts from within
Emptying your mind, removing sin
Echoes my true intentions
Explaining my emotions  
Enduring it till the end
Ensuring to help the mend
Ekpsycho
Elusive in pictures
Effectively hard to capture
Envisioning that state of elate rapture
Ekpsycho
Everytime I see you
Even if you don't know
Ekpsycho
Ekpsycho is an ancient Greek word meaning to lose consciousness, be swoon or short of breath.
the 'p' is not silent
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