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Lucy Ryan Oct 2015
these pieces / found in mud / beneath the water / where we stitched them / as feathers / on Michael’s spine / and ****** / kisses you / like God / could fear you

may dirt / on your jawbone / make you holy / and blood / on your mouth / make you thirst / and you / in moments / as glory

and we prayed / we prayed / we pray
Lucy Ryan Oct 2015
Praise my pillowcases and her shoulderblades

which carry my horrors so soundlessly


Press kisses to the mouths of ghosts that sing

and the lullabies I swallow like prozac


and bless you, angel, who told me I was Holy

and I told you I was *God
Evanescence Oct 2015
A search for the eternity,
torn between hell and divinity.
Seán Mac Falls Sep 2015
( reply to Sappho )*

I took my guitar to the sea and said:
'Come now heaven, these fingers bled,
Wrangle and rain for thoughts you deign
And all the listeners dumb shall proclaim,
Strings are merely— vibrations of the soul
And soul is merely one mirror to the gods,
Take my dying art and throw it— to wind
Hear my song, strung, sept to your kin.'
I Took My Lyre

I took my lyre and said:
Come now, my heavenly
tortoise shell: become
a speaking instrument

                 — Sappho, ( circa 600 B.C. )
.
Seán Mac Falls Aug 2015
( song )*

Every culture of the world, they speak of,
Tell the tale of a great flood,
I feel the weather is changing, pouring hot
And getting ready to spill.
    I don't know what it was like before,
    'think now is like before the flood.

And so I welcome the rain from the sky,
It is only the tears of the earth,
As a young woman who cries,
Showing beauty along with the hurt,
In future days woes of our lives,
Will be cleansed by the tears of the earth.

I read the story of Noah and his ark,
'say that he was a righteous man,
I look for truth but I can't see clear it's dark,
And all the animals are scarce.
    I feel the end of an age is come,
    Inequity is the day, O Lord!

And so I welcome the rain from the sky,
It is only the tears of the earth,
As a young woman who cries,
Showing beauty along with the hurt,
In future days woes of our lives,
Will be cleansed by the tears of the earth.
Lucy Ryan Aug 2015
were you born drinking the sky
like the oceans split at your toes
when the gulls called morning?

with sleep-sunk eyes
trapped between fingers
to watch the moon bleed through

a starburst on your jawbone
cut from kissing lightning
and threading daisies through park swings

did you sleep on the soft sands
seaweed plaited through your hair
when the water called you home?

we raised you on thunderstorms
and you brought us summer rain
Josh Carrasco Jul 2015
My heart hears the invisible author
Beckoning me to beautiful wisdom
As my soul awakens with
A glimmer of aspiration

Even within the midst of sonder
The hiraeth of ineffable mystery
Whispers my name with vivid glimpses of
An ethereal aurora of unknown beauty

As I'm taken by the grandeur
In the silent stilness
My spirit begins to flood
With overwhelming tranquility

As I'm swept up in serenity by
The revelation of Your eternal promise
Lovingly I am bound by
The divine serendipidy of Grace
Lucy Ryan Jul 2015
I will end my envy of angels
Bloodless feathers and empty joy
I hurt because my bones are sunk heavy in my skin
And I can still taste "happy" on my fire burnt mouth

... I will be crown prince in my empire of squalor
Jared A Washburn Jun 2015
I see the divine.  Everyday, I touch it.
To pause, a while, in silence and peer
Passively as the sky breaks, a beacon
Beckoning and breaking through...
This time is MY time.  I will take it, and keep it.
I breathe it in, hold my breath, open my eyes…  

O, to be divine is to be alive.

I will experience all there is to experience.
I will be my own self.  I will become my
Own definition what is and what is not.
I adore you as if
    you were divinity,
   midst shadow's darkness
      and wildflowers' flourish,
cherish your dignified sensibility
       in all spaces without pride,
breathe your complexities and
          simple nature's composure,
where affection prevails 'tween
    sun and moons' compelling power,
savoring your enraptured essence in
           the realm of my own being
   hence, consummating  
             an unqualified existence
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