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Tony Scallo Oct 2014
Life,  needed be lived with legacy
For what they may see
Could be dust in the wind

Swept away, with a sheepish grin
Losing identity, too busy fitting in
Self-absorbed in an introverted mind

w a i t i n g, until the day you speak
Releasing thoughts, no tongue and cheek
That'll release you from your ruminating pain

There can be sun, even through the rain
You can make it out,  but one thing remain
There will always be more storms ahead

So get up, when the wind knocks you down
Don't ever settle, since they're always around
Storms will pass, but your life cant afford to

There will be those that do not hear,
Stay quiet, think strong, because they fear
The passion that reins from deep inside your heart

Speak strongly, and feel your inner words
Let them erupt through you, and push yourself forwards
And if you choke, just please remember

A legacy is remembered from the amount of storms you conquered.
Don't give up, pass hope on to those who hunger.
For the words of your experience, that'll build their perseverance

To mount a sail on their boat, so they may bend the winds that carry their legacies.
You are somebody who speaks for today

Who will live on in the thoughts of tomorrow

Make your life worth remembering.
phocks Sep 2014
I think that now is the time to wake up.

And then only in the full lucidity of my own awakening,

Will I find you there beside me,

And you were with me all along.
for one who was with me
and now is
not
Amitav Radiance Sep 2014
Every sunrise is a new awakening
Illuminating the intellect with power
To dispel darkness from the world
Embracing every heart with its warmth
And nurturing love to full blown flowers
Making this celestial garden resplendent
Its beautiful rays prancing in every particle
Holding the brightness of the sun, within
Samuel Lombardo Sep 2014
Here and now-
lies ahead a road.
This uncertainty is
not sure-
cling and clangs
vultures and cultures;
yet, all I see
a bright light from above.
Autumn leaves around
clings of ruts fall
from the trees.
The cold heart of evil
spreading from the past-
the past of winds
cold chills
fire was burning out.
False love-
making no come back;
banishing back to oblivion.
I hear the angels-
strings being struck
from opposing directions;
and the strung
of these sounds
much more sour.
The dispel of a dream-
gone in the wind;
Oh! I see a dark cloud-
I see this won with no
failing winds-
disclose of a brighter hope.
The same child of the storm-
returns in the sunlight.
My wondering mind
wandering eyes
ask me the conscious question:
Is he from the retrospect
within the past storm.
Does this storm repeat itself?
All he remembers
is in retrospect-
This storm is history-
Can the sun return from retrospect?
In times of doubt we must understand that not everyone is the perfect individual.  This poem is dedicated to a past of ups and downs, lessons learned, and a forced opportunity to seek freedom without giving into this world of evil.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2014
Dawn of mind, riding spirited dragon,

Broken claw of falling moon, still in sky,

Flash and roar of blinding Eastern sun,

Hiking the crest, on chains of mountain.
Don't Exist Apr 2014
It let out a big roar
all across the Sahara desert
Over the mountain ranges and snow leopards.
In the air full of tropical parrots and monkeys
It let out a roar
a huge one indeed
It’s legs and feet were melted onto the ancient marble table.

And it’s body was exposed for everyone to see
It’s love was written in the purest of red, it’s hatred black
It’s appearance seems old and shaggy
But when a force blew on it a tenacious voice came from within
It was the voice of mankind
As it was finally open
All bowed
”The truth will set you free” It bellowed  

And the world trembled
A simple poem
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2014
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From the eyes' corner, no surprise,
As leaves, are shaking on the trees,
The startled birds of new made eyes,
Two flights converge as fresh memories.
my soul was hibernating
until gently roused by Your love
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