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 May 2015 Star G
CH Gorrie
for Kenneth LaRosh*

"All are clear, I alone am clouded." -- Lao Tzu

Those definite days, when I still fooled
Myself into unnatural mind-states,
When I knew myself, but tricked
Others obliviously--
Those days be ******.
Now, my thoughts racked
With an equivocal polarity,
My heart uncertain to its very core,
I walk,
Reborn in ignorance,
Clouded, yet not unclear.
 May 2015 Star G
jackie
Today
 May 2015 Star G
jackie
Today, we carried the world in our pockets
We ran away.

We landed near the tree where you always chose to stay
We played outside while we waited for the rain
We had a lovely day.

We let the sun shine through the blossoming of every moon
The sky felt smooth, and when the rain finally fell,
You smiled, calm, and steadily glowing, blooming against any rain that would ever have to fall again.

And just like the flowers in the end, you laid there, unharmed, waiting.
Today, we had a lovely day.
You have the body of Spring
Your eyes are starry
Glaring
And as you touch with your fingertips the Cosmos,
he holds his breath, full of bliss.

Because life is a mystery
And Truth and Lie are dancers
They step here, they slip there
And they dream
A starry spring night
A caress
A stroll in the sunlit alleys of Paradise.

Because life is a mystery,
but there are no answers.
And humans like galaxies come together.
They twist and twirl.
Trying to understand.
But there's no reason.

Because life is a mystery,
but there is no reason for answers.
Without the mystery there is no life,
there is no dance.
And the dance is beautiful , it's sweet.
And you always learn the steps from someone else.
Never alone.
You never dance alone.
You will always dance together.

You have the body of Spring,
the lost aromas of the far sea.
And inside your heart, the most beautiful dance of all.
I don't know why,
neither I want to know.

Because life is a mystery,
but I don't want the answers.
The lone thing I want is to dance,
but I don't want to dance alone.
For my dancing partner,
I don't want to dance alone.
 May 2015 Star G
Marshal Gebbie
Birth is  a beginning
and death a destination
And life is a journey:
from childhood to maturity
and youth to age;
from innocence to awareness
and ignorance to knowing;
from foolishness to discretion and then, perhaps to wisdom;
from weakness to strength
or strength to weakness -
and often back again.
From health to sickness and back we pray to health again;
from loneliness to love,
from joy to gratitude, from pain to compassion,
and grief to understanding -
from fear to faith until,
looking backward or ahead,
we see that victory lies
not at some high place along the way,
but in having made the journey, a sacred pilgrimage.
Birth is a beginning and death a destination.
But life is a journey,
from birth to death......to life everlasting.!

Sammy
A beautiful passage written by a dear friend, Sammy, for Grandpa Verne, a wonderful man, who recently passed away. Written with love and caring for my darling wife Janet who was utterly shattered by the loss of her father.
M.
.....For you were once my love, back then
But then was then and now is now,
Life has flowed beneath this bridge
Paved our way and showed us how.
Through ups and downs, we counted cost
Depicting how we played our cards,
This fortitude and moral strength
A measure of.… how one regards,
My friend who shined as crystal gem
When hardship intervened, by chance
In offering her helping hand
In order to resume the dance.
And though the passing crowd moved on
and paused, perhaps to glance and stare,
She bent and warmly took my hand
And murmured, friend, I care, I care.

M.
 May 2015 Star G
Cat Fiske
I wanted to help,
but,
People need more than words.
words arn't enough
 May 2015 Star G
George Cheese
Not all tyrants wear funny clothes.
They stand up in front of masses,
shout a song of lies
to totalitarian drumbeats.
They are monsters wearing crocodile smiles.
It's about time I revised and published this.
 May 2015 Star G
Nicole Corea
Pointless memories,
Unachievable goals,
Pain ,
Regrets  
All those things race through my veins and into my heart.
Nobody understands what it feels like , to glide on gravity with a hollow heart.  
Incapable to feel emotion , my heart is hidden in a somber moonlight.
My heart isn't impeccable as others. It's full of cracks and broken wires.
My heart doesn't properly function well with love...
Love Love Love Love Love
Makes my heart cringe , pumping very queasy when it thinks of love...
My heart uncontrollably bleeds , when it tries to dangerously stitchs love into it.
Nobody understands what it feels like , to glide on gravity with a hollow heart.  
Incapable to feel emotion , my heart is hidden in a somber moonlight.
Whose is to blame but thyself ?
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