Kivanc 2d
I'm going mad, there is no doubt.
children in my brain,
whose dreams are broken,
screaming in eternal silence,
wanting to find their relations
in the merry-go-round.
volcanos burn me inside,
their lavas killing my emotions.
if all the things will be shuttered,
why volcanos and merry-go-round,
and the children mouths'
are open now?
madness still make me alive, there is no doubt...
My shinning Princess; with sparkles in your eyes.
You inspire me,
To write words of love every day,

I love the way you hold me, kiss and love me,
Spending hours in my mind during the day,
and dreaming of you, through the night,

Always dreaming about you and me,
Walking along the ocean's shore,
Seeing shadows of life reflected in sandy dreams,

You are more cheerful than hearing dolphins sing,
Generous and calm as a light sea breeze,
That cools our Souls,

Your kind-hearted spirit brings,
Warmth and beauty to the world,
Like red and white roses blazing in May,

I make this promise to you,
I will always love you, in life and in Heaven,
Our Souls will, never part,

I'll love you, forever...

Copyright © 2018 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
SoundCloud poetry recitation
https://soundcloud.com/ron-chapman-3/souls-will-never-part
Geanna 3d
The coldness sweeps in, the thoughts start racing, the darkness takes over. It chains me down. It makes me beg. It makes me cry. "you are mine and mine to keep, i'll make you lay in eternal peace." I shut my mouth, I close my eyes as I start to cry and wonder why. They tell me to hush or things will get worse. I hold things inside, soon i'll burst.
~ G.P.O
If I watched an average 24 hour news
in all its disastrous depressing rotation
I'd fall into the king of sleeps
a powerful slumber of dreams
where I'd process those 24 hours
in all their horror, hatred and intolerance then in the final hour I would dream
that I could play the role of God,
what mankind perceives as that great goal of almighty enlightenment
but there would be no earthly life
as we understand it now
its flawed failed experiment self destructed
this would be a spirit world
an existential love experience
I'd reset evolution before it became
twisted and distorted into revolution
built on war, disease, illness and atrocity
spirits would procreate and exist forever in an ethereal everlasting world
previous perceived stairways to heaven
would belong to a former time and space
where the old mankind's peace lovers
gained entry the hard way
this new world would still have the arts
its artists, painters and poets
but in a concept our mortal poetic predecessors would never understand
they even had earthly trolls to contend with
John Lennon imagined a similar world
but his was an earthly nirvana
my dream is not of this planet
my dream is not of this life
my dream is a love untouchable and eternal.
a fanciful dream that helps keep me sane
Tara 4d
It started very long ago
The bruises started small
Evolved into scarred wrists
My mother keeps crying sadly
I’ve disappointed her
She used to brag about my sculpted body
Now she glares at my scarred abs
Summer used to be my favorite
Now winter is the best
It started voluntarily
Now I can’t quit.
Sorry about the short little mind blurb about my self harm struggle.....
Aa Harvey Jun 14
Love shall reign eternal.


You are a ten, because beneath the skin you are beautiful.
You will always be a ten on the inside and the outside too.
Since back when hearts were so wide open and free,
And love was thought to be so truthful; love reigned down from you.


We laughed so much, it seemed like we would never again cry;
I have dreamed of loving someone like her.
She has a lust for life and I have a lust for her love;
We still dream we will love each other always.
Love will allow you to become who you should be;
So never become blasé.


Love shall reign eternal and extinguish all your pain.
If you give love all of your heart and soul, then love shall forever reign.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Pearl Jun 12
The clouds are gone
But Austin is too
And now the sky  
Has turned too blue.

The birds mindlessly fly  
They sing of a pain I never knew
Their singing goes unanswered
The sky is too blue.

The sky is too blue!
The pilot cried
As he had just written
Austin's name
Up in the sky.

My car glides round the backroads
Music from the radio speaks true
Of all the good times we had together
The sky is too blue.

I used to say the sky is too blue
How I was once confused
I would say,

"Sky...
Why aren't you sad?
Why aren't you somber and gray?
Don't you miss having Austin on Earth
As much as I do?"  

The sky and it's clouds
Shed a tear and
Whispered...

"the deepest shades of sadness and melancholy
come in blue
my dear... "

A butterfly sails  
In a sky that's ocean blue
Near the cream puff clouds
Where Austin must be now
I wish I was up there too.

The pain remains the same
The pain of losing Austin which I can not evade.

Wouldn't it be funny
If this sad life was just a dream
And I could open my eyes
And everything would once again be rosey.
No one missing, no more dying  
Austin once again by my side,
Just as it should be.
For my dear love Austin. I miss you
rob kistner Jun 11
_

step gently through the dream-gate

take hold the strand continuum

ride the light that carries you

to the is, was, the will be

transcendence moment

when the all is one

in the perfection

of pure being

here now

alive

am

i

_


rob kistner © 2009
A concrete poem contemplating the essence if being here now.
Respect to Baba Ram Dass.
rob kistner Jun 7
_

a lightless
void
of
soundless
vacuum

spinning
masses
of
revolving
­orbs

hurtling
fragments
in
crystalline
vapors

molten
cores

min­gled
gasses

dead husks

black
holes

a
frozen
dance
of chaos
on the
tentative
edge
of balance

attractions
and
repulsions
of precarious
fragility

magnificent
obscurity

unquenchable
wonder
­
unrealized
dreams

untethered rubble

relativity’s
fabric
tangled
in the cloth
of
time

reality’s
illusion
set in
fantasy’s
foundation

the ultimate
frontier

unfounded
fear

hope
adventure
catastrophe

hu­mankind’s
triumph
and
sad folly

the
seductive
promise
of
a future

our
salvation

infinity’s
threshold

the eternal
question

the elusive
answer

the
everlasting
bastion
of
never-ending
truth

a
­constant
listening

a
longing call

home of
the
gods

the
fountainhead
of myths
religions
and other
odd
superstitions

a reason
why

a source
of
mystery
font of
knowledge
cause
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fiction

Heinlein’s
cathedral

the unknown
of
the
unknowable

ever
expanding
everything

and

nothin­gness
absolute

…space is

_


rob kistner © 2008
my personal contemplation on the infinite vastness of space

it is from a series of poems I created between 2007 and 2010
which were an exploration of minimalist structure
focused on lines of few words, emphasising single word lines
I published them on a blog I entitled "re~flect"
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