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Andrew Feb 2016
You are doomed..
Doomed to repeat
All of your mother's
Mistakes.

Pitiful
You are so
Pathetic

Until you grow up
This cycle will end
Only by
The most horrible means.

And I will
Be far
Far Away
Seán Mac Falls Feb 2016
Gentle sounds that jar as fog rolls in—
Blue Jays knock and forage in the leaves,
Days turn to nights in a cold winter rushing,
Atop a hill overlooking my disappering village,
Darkness is expected as always unwelcomed,
My guest that will not— not come— as I wait,
To hear the lone emptiness of a fog horn blow
From out there, incoming, pray old harbour
Bay. Is it an omen of souls landing or lost?
leonard gorski Jan 2016
When so amazed - listen intently
Far night echoes,
That stillness wonders you,
Which everything embraces:
Collect itself in its silence,
Like you can’t possess yourself.
And get in one grasp -
In the ray which illuminates the tree,
In the stone’s accomplished shape,
In the unity…

Which everything embraces
By the Light……………….
leonard gorski Jan 2016
I would like to
Build up
Pyramids of sounds,
Sylvan corridors of
Golden cork pines - where
Spats of the sun
And single rays
In the spider’s web,
And further artificial gardens
Of coniferous scent of the resin.
Touch the cloud on the forest pond,
Taste of cherry on your lips………

Wait!
How many senses?
Five?

It is time for Meditation.
Take a deep Breath……
leonard gorski Jan 2016
For Emil Varda
Spots we dwell
For while,

People we meet
On the Way...

Call from Unknown
Is a milestone.

The world is a pair
Of wings - to unfold,
The world might be heavy stone.
Coleseph Nelzsun Jan 2016
You always have to have an answer
To every why and every what
Its like a rotting horrid cancer
That eats your inner trust

Time to slow the pace and let down your sails to drift
Stop talking and just hear your life
To listen is a gift

Don't just listen with your ears but with your entire being
Because only when you soak it up will everything have meaning
Everyone thinks that talking is a skill. That writing,  singing, and exclaiming is a skill. These surely are wonderful gifts. But to listen with all you have, in every way, not just with your ears but with you entire being; that takes effort.  And the rewards are indescribable.
Mark Lecuona Jan 2016
There is so much time spent being a reservoir
A holder of the things they want us to cherish
A tribe defined by what we hold in common
Yet our differences breathe life into our individuality
I don’t know if it is that I need a passenger
Should it be my destiny to explain guide or suggest
When it is that I prefer no past
And no future
Not because of shame or death
But because these things cause discomfort
It is instead a life of calm that I seek
As it is walking with nature or the animals we care for
I can only ask if you want to fall in love
Or if there is a word that would describe me
I hope it is honor
And truth
I don’t know how it is we can agree not to be perfect
We have such a precise expectations for our life
Would it be better not to watch through a moving window
Instead we could be a part of what it is we seek
Or create it for ourselves
If only we knew how
Nabs Jan 2016
If you're trying
to open
someone's mind
Consider
whether or not
They want their minds to be opened

After all
One cannot open a door
that's locked from the inside.
A fhought that hits my head
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2016
( Haiku )*

1
black God

Huge cumulus clouds,
Exploding into the blue,
  .  .  .  Shadowed by raven


2
valley morn

Dark hands working fields,
Raven tracing mountain crests,
  .  .  .  Carnal tillers wake


3
Raven spell

Dark sound raven makes,
Chortles top fir tree, haunting—
  .  .  .  Druids incantation


4
unfaithful

Snow covers valley—
Solitary raven staining world,
  .  .  .  Love has turned black


5
outcast

Many years alone,
Suddenly— old thoughts of her,
  .  .  .  Lone raven in sky


6
mischief

Lone raven cackles  .  .  .
Clouds splinter across the sky,
  .  .  .  Mist cuts down the woods


7
marked

Full moon crowns tall pine,
Raven landing in cross hairs,
  .  .  .  Dark angels halo


8
Loki

Raven knows a charm,
A child's costume jewelry,
  .  .  .  Colours a black eye


9
tall tale

Zenith of winter—
Lone raven in naked tree,
  .  .  .  Spring only legend


10
dark angel

In his feathered dress  .  .  .
Raven shrouds beneath the clouds,
  .  .  .  Even eyes are black
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2016

Some birds are blue
Carry the sky
Earthwards

Ground birds nest
In bushes
Bursting like sun

Water birds
Swim to what is there
Always reaching

An eagle is like wind
Never chasing
Simply lofted

Crows are busy
So like tribulations
Spots of wind

A swan knows
Water will carry
As water in cloud

Some birds are dressed
Forthright on earth
The wren, the robin or quail

Each bird is dream
Miracles for us to see
Feathers fall from heaven
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