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Sara Brummer Jul 28

Time is a mere idea turning
in mysterious circles
in deep and nameless
fields of mind.

Seconds, minutes, hours
floating on the dark edges
of life, fragile and unprouvable
once faded into memory.

And what of the present moment,
that spiritual cliché, rapid,fleeting,
yet when discovered, becoming
a celebration.

And what of eternity,
a possibility held within
imagination, a state of mind
floating upward on the soft
wings of hope.

But mostly time drifts on
like a dark angel, unnoticed
until it is too late.
Francie Lynch Jul 21
The Big Bang is soundless.
The galaxies dim.
The universe contracts.
Compared to you.

Evolution has peaked.
Humanity is humane.
Nature can nurture.
Compared to you.

Family takes root.
Generations prove lineage.
I, Me, Mine are ours.
Compared to you.

Life has no end.
Death has no beginning.
Compared to you.

Dissipating  too  slowly
in this life..

I should believe

in more...



Boiling up
into a million


Maybe I should   just
take it slow.

~   ~   ~   ~   ~   ~

You're killing me







Deep beneath the cover
of another perfect wonder

Where it's so white as snow

Privately divided
by a world so undecided

And there's no where to go

In between the cover
of another perfect wonder

Where it's so white as snow

Running through a field
where all my tracks will b e concealed

and there's no where to go

I said hey,


Oh yeah...

tell my love, now.
M Solav Jul 13
Shades of yellow cast on our dreams
Skin burning through layers of sunscreen
When gifts of foresight weigh on our beings
Let great powers grow evermore carefree

To satisfy eternity.

Empirical evidence against the empire’s truth
Makes humankind akin to a neurotic fool
Who comes to think that it’ll always nullify
Oh for we all must die!

Young and old both playing their games
Seduced by the baits of short-term gains
Unable to afford the bail out of prison
Wait for great powers to relieve this addiction

To satisfy eternity.

Spawns of decadence in the wake of our new tools
Let us deter suicide with the poisons that soothe
They all say everything will fall, to act seems futile
Oh for we all shall die!

Whether in shame or in desire
Must we forget all we’ve acquired
For yesterday’s pride, tomorrow’s glory
Shake hands with friends and slain the enemy

To satisfy eternity.
Written in November 2017 as commissioned lyrics for a song.

You are shimmering diamonds
on the inside..  covered up
by all that was so unfairly
  placed into you.

You are worth everything it takes
for me to find a way in to you,
in order to finally become  able

to show you who you truly are.
You are on my heart and mind  
more than you may ever know.

To change the world  in you
by helping you to become free inside
of the hold the filter has on you
that blocks you from seeing,  and feeling
your own true beautiful, inner-glory..

     ..for me,  would be
     to change the whole universe
     by helping one of its
     most magical ones ever..

              to become free.

The process is explained perfectly,
through ****** metaphor,
but no one will understand..
and I am afraid that I will create
more harm than good..

.. by painting for you portrait  
of the gorgeous succulence  of your own
true inner beauty..

finally having the chance in you,
to becoming truly and fully,  felt.

You will not fall back into slumber..
You can do this, beautiful girl.
There are no lines  of wrong or right,

when in the process of becoming
             truly free.

You are extremely important
to every single part of who I am,
young lovely.
Thank you for still wanting to try.

You can do this, sweet-one--
There are times when every single cell
in that beautiful body of yours
lights up and tells you that it is true.

And real.

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you..
And everything you do.

(seven years later) xoxo
You have nothing to apologize for--

Not to me..
not to anyone.

It is me that crosses the line--  over and over
again,  just by the way that I talk to you.
I regret nothing.
I take nothing back.
I did what I had to do once I saw the quality
of heart and soul that is on the inside of you.
I asked for nothing throughout the years..

I just yapped alot.

But nothing I ever said,  was not
and is not,   true.
You are every single part
of every single bit of it, young dream

   That.. and so much more.
I could have said so much more.
That is the quality of heart and spirit
                           that you have in you.
I should have said more

But the beautiful lyrics  of your songs
say that I have said enough--
That I have done what it has taken
to finally get the wonderful view
that the Universe  has of you--

    imprinted onto the insides
    of those beautiful eyelids of yours.❤

Since when was it Beethoven's fault
that he elected to allow his heart  to bring out
into the light of day, the heavenly music

that his rare and gifted spirit, so beautifully felt

There is no law against feeling, sweet-one..
And it is not a sin, to choose to believe..

                   In yourself;
..and in your deeply-Loved place
within this deeply-aching Universe.


..Nor is it an offence to want to dream, my beautiful friend;
And so you apologize to no one, you absolutely beautiful girl.

No one.

We were all meant to shine.. as children do.
#excellence; pursued
M Vogel Jun 20

All your little feelers out
Doing all your feeling, sideways
(that way you don't get caught)

And me,  feeling--
within the heart's natural response
(and treated as if I am stealing)

Oh, marriage and romantic relationships
finding their buried needs on the internet
Y'all can **** my ****..  ya hear?
(You're this way one moment..
and that way, the next)

   Ya.. **** my ****.

And you.. with all your magic
(yeah..every single one of you)
Always pickin' for yourself
the one for the home
who least, challenges

And so..
you  move towards me

And then punish me
(a true, single man)
for reminding you  of the dream
that fell back to sleep
the moment  you chose
a life of sleep--

(when you chose  for you
the one who sleeps.)

So **** me
you gorgeous little *******
**** me for being  the one
who shows you what it  feels  like
to not sleep.

**** me for feeling.
(oh, and *******, sweet-dream)

      I will  never,
                fall  asleep.

There must be something in the way I feel
That she don't want me to feel
The stare she bares,  they cut me
I don't care, you see, so what if I bleed?
I could never change just what I feel
My face will never show what is not real

A mountain never seemed
to have the need to speak
A look that shares,  so many seek
The sweetest feeling I got from you
The things I said to you were true
I could never change just what I feel
My face will never show what is not real

I could have lied, I'm such a fool
My eyes could never, never,
never keep their cool
Showed her and I told her how
She struck me but I'm ****** up now

But now she gone, yeah, she gone away
A soulful song that would not stay
You see, she hides 'cause she is scared
But I don't care, I won't be spared

I could have lied, I'm such a fool
My eyes could never, never,
never keep their cool
Showed her and I told her how
She struck me but I'm ****** up now

I could have lied, I'm such a fool
My eyes could never, never,
never keep their cool
I showed her and I told her how
She struck me but I'm ****** up now
(****** up)
go back to sleep now, my beautiful.
Kassan Jahmal Jun 13
Resite this at my funeral,
If I were ever thinking backwards,
Stuck in my past thoughts, past feelings, past doubts,
Past victories, past regrets, past loves; the past me,
I could never forget years into it's future.

And of all my beautiful people,—
I love you more than I would like to have known,
More than I would like to have experienced, more than
I would like to have told you in words.

At least in a subtle time, it felt so nice to dream;
As with eyes blinded to the harshest reality,
Seems just theory: to dream in a forced reality;
Unrealistic to your dreams. But be it the last I close my eyes;
Know that I would dream forever.

Forever seems found in death.
Eternity; the end of no end, we'll meet at our very end.

You're now dead!
preston Jun 5

It shouldn't even be  physiologically possible
that the human face could   peel
             so far back  in contempt

What did a little  boy do
that was so wrong?

From the day I was born
How long have I been bad..
How long?

When you  felt good
I  was  good

But  all  the other times
The words--
"You little *******",


With the swing  in me
that helped me to survive.
(And you  smiled  that twisted
******-up   smile
while my Daddy hurt me bad)

Real bad.

And  suddenly,   my soul
    was no more.

..And getting  it back
has been such a long,  
                hard climb





~At 91,
my Momma called me last week
to tell me Happy Birthday..

My 91 year old Momma
called her 64 year son
to wish him well
And tell him Happy Birthday.

"You are the most special call
I could get today, Momma.

It has been a long, slow journey.
Please hear me now when I tell you
just how very, very  special
you are to me."

My Momma wept  deeply

And  suddenly,

there was a healing in the land
where death once  reigned supreme.

You gave me this
Made me give

You have soul machine
Broken free

All your mental armour drags me down
We can't breathe when you come around
All your mental armour drags me down
Nothing hurts like your mouth, mouth, mouth

Your mouth, mouth, mouth
Your mouth, mouth, mouth

Momma found  life  before her own death
through the forgiveness   of her
once  young son

Her death
has no  hold on me.

Sweet love,

Your mouth
has no hold on me.

M Vogel May 26

..Your name is Stands?"

#prairiegrassfriendships ❤️xo
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