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 Apr 2013 Saumya
Chuck
Magic
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Chuck
With a flick of your wand
A slide of the hand
A Presto Change-O
I can be the person
You want me to be
Like magic
I'll say what you want to hear
Act like you're pulling my strings
Work miracles around the house
Only long for you
It will be like magic
Until the magic fades
Because it always does
Shape is a magic hat upright then tipped over. Not about me specifically. Just a comment on relationships.
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Chuck
The Breeze
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Chuck
When the breeze whisks decaying
Leaves across the chlorophyll
Starved carpet of the baseball field,
It's clear that life renews
As does the human spirit
Play Ball!!!!
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Chuck
Bucolic etchings stimulate
The soul

An assemblage of vegetation
Boils blood

Beauty is discovered in a desultory penumbra
God's message

A subtle stroll in a sylvan birthing
A chapel

To the Romantics with love
Nature rejoices
Bucolic (n) pastoral or nature poem
Desultory (adj) aimless
Penumbra (n) a shadow surrounding a perfect shadow
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Tyler Brooks
people like to compare love to big things,
to the movement of the ocean
or the shine of the moon.
love is never a rain puddle or pebble,
it’s always bigger than us,
bigger than we ever consider.
because like oceans and the moon,
it makes us feel small,
and we have to be okay with that,
because if we weren’t,
the ocean would still coat the earth,
the moon would still light the night sky,
and we would still feel child-like
in the face of love.
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Tyler Brooks
My feet take me across mountains and streets,
But what if there is nowhere I wish to go?
My hands obtain desire,
But what if I want nothing more?

My mouth declares and consumes,
But what if there is nothing left to say
and my thirst quenched?
My ears listen to what is said,
But what if I need not from those who speak?

My skin unifies my being,
But what if I wish to come undone?
Must I bear that which is not sought after,
Or will they detach themselves?
 Apr 2013 Saumya
Tyler Brooks
If hell is engulfed in fire
as bright as the sun,
And heaven is lit
by a divine light,
Then I shall die with sunglasses.
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