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Glenn Currier Apr 2018
A twinkle in the eye means joy in the heart
someone who’s set apart
who loves being alive
with a mind in drive.

The Proverb’s truth set me thinking
of who I know with that twinkling
and it took me a while
to think of one with eyes that smile.

I then considered the heart of joy
and remembered the little boy
who learned to play the chord of C
to sing with glee in a major key.

But it happens a boy becomes a man
and sadness, hurt, and error span
years of breakups and loves in the dust
vanished dreams, promises and trust.

Still his soul stays open and awake
and he learns to forgive mistakes,
to forge new ties to fall but rise
and again that twinkle dwells in his eyes.
Author’s Note: My reflection on Proverbs 15:30 “A twinkle in the eye means joy in the heart,and good news makes you feel fit as a fiddle.”
Umi Apr 2018
To death in love!
The eye of ones heart closes for their beloved, their most precious treasure of them all clouded by emotions stored for them deep within
Unanswered love leads to a stinging mind of the subscocious, caught and rose by a burning ember of feelings, turning into an inferno,
Blinded by it, they will not acknowledge the falsities of their partner, nor their mistakes or even their treaciousness, as for them he is perfect, conciously imaged as the ideal and the best they ever had,
But no! God forbids, they learn about the art of blinding love while they sink to the bottom of a sea of passion and affection, in a last remote of a courtain call to simple yet manifest carelessness,
Small lies lead to grand falsities overlooked by a noncaring closed eye
Rekindled in a dream they rather follow their instincs than the truth,
Illusions cast by embers of love deep within the unconcious, like a courtain to be blocked from all light, holding on to dear of what is loved and cherished, praised and adored, an emotion leading stray,
The philosophy of a hated person, would be to never close the open eye of ones heart, so you fall not too hard when you begin to love,
But when all falls apart, realisation is like the thorns of countless roses
It is the heart sign of selfless love.

~ Umi
Umi Apr 2018
Open, oh eye of ones heart
The spiral of desire continues with no end to it, if lies are to pollute the world it is time to purify yourself from them all, one by one.
A hearts eye, sees through lies, but that is not its only purpose in a chest full of light and compassion in which it can greatly be found,
It serves so much more, all sealed uner a truthful surface and a righteous core, careless about anothers looks, the way they speak, superficiality such as shallowness are wiped out by it completely,
The hearts eye sees anothers soul and what they truly are, a judgement far away from personal preferences or falsities caused by instincts of ones heart which are likely to bring light headed frivolity,
It cherishes the good, the beauty of the soul except for wealthy appearance, mavelovence within greedy devilish behaviour and spite,
Projected like a story, the fear of what they see is but of themselves, if such an eye hits a devil right on the head, exposing his  treaciousness
What lies behind such a courtain of darkness, may it be good? Evil ?
Come pray by my side, if you shiver from that far away I cannot help you, as sadness clouds your vision in a courtain call of pure grief,
Let me open your eyes, so your wounds may heal.

~ Umi
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I will place the promise of tomorrow

on your lips.

They will first taste of cyclones in my breath.

Then they will taste of desperate dying breath.

The will taste of light and of blindness.

They will taste of the dreams that slip from your eyes.

They will taste of the skin that

we are yet to grow.

They taste of things

that we are yet to lose.

I will place the promise of tomorrow

on your lips,

that will soon be your yesterday.

My promise will be memory of

passing trains and fading love.
a man
was spying
she went
into his
eyes and
there appeared
to shine
with a
lank shimmer
their Byzantine
glimmer the
rings in
silhouette save
iris fell
optic to
opine psychedelia
gone mad
a note  on sychedelics gone mad or young in espionage
Arcassin B Mar 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


Every aspect of what reality doesn't have to end up in flames,
Lying to ourselves about what we really want in life and what it could gain,
You might ace the test , you might new car, but what do you think is real,
Simulations been proven in time , over and over , as long we know we'll be fine,
Let go of the past mistakes,
Let go of earth as it breaks,
In the mind,
The shell will crumble from behind,
The skull where it is too divine,
Guess it's where I'm headed,
If it's a good direction,
Can't ruin my sessions,
If I sleep better maybe it'll blossom,
Talking about the pineal,
The flames still burn without any
Tutorial.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/03/flame-12.html
Arcassin B Mar 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


No more time to waste down here,
For these country roads have life,
Let no one make you a *****,
It's a dog eat doggy world you'd miss,

Sublime melodies keep me afloat,
Bet you didn't know you have a glow,
Make it move through your body as it
Flows,
If it suits your ego then it will show,

Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.
Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.

Not A Big fan of love anymore,
You give your all and they walk out
Of the door,
Then they expect you to post all on
Social media,
Pour out your feelings then make sure that they deleted ya',

Life in its prime is meaningless and
Full of lies,
I wanna see with my third eye,
Fear and corruption might have you
Thinking it's over,
But all you have to do is connect
With the most high,

Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.
Don't be no one new.
Do what's right, whats right for you.
Hold back the feelings of self guilt that
We infuse in the night.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/03/no-one-new.html
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
I sat on the stairs
long after they stopped shouting.
As the shout and anger
made room for themselves
in our lives.
As muted cries
became muted sighs.
I would look at the sky
and see no stars,
but only the tears
that pooled my eyes.
For long, a portion of time
got stuck in my heart
to remind of how lonely a child could be
in spite of having all.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2018
After an eye contact
A new story begins

Eye  uses,
A Universal  language
One feels
One  believes
One connects

Without a voice
Eyes speak.
Genre: Love
Theme: Universal language
Jennifer DeLong Mar 2018
Eye on life
Eye is here
Eye of me
Eye of you
Eye can see
Eye can be
Eye I am
Eye can
Eye is true
Eye can see you
Eye of blue
Eye can't lie
Eye is true
No eyes
Can't see
Eye is done
Eye will laugh
Eye hope you do

© Jennifer Delong 3/7/18
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