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Keiya Tasire Feb 2020
Dear  My
Is Earth and heaven between
Balance reaching, harmony creating
Connection finding roots and branches
Generations, many expanding blessings
Joining in the Oneness
The Oneness in joining.
Blessings expanding many generations.
Branches and roots finding connection.
Creating harmony, reaching balance
Between Heaven and Earth is
My Dear,  Tree of Life.
Each of us carries an arc and covenant within our core.  
It is connected through the River of Life that flows from Heavenly Father
through   us and on toward the heart of Mother Earth.  They each send life force energy from above and from below, respectfully, joining together within our personal Arc and Covenant , whirling and dancing as one, creating a center point between them. A zero point, where there is infinite peace, a place where within our heart we stand in the Spirit; within our own personal universe. When we stand within our infinite peace and carry it with us; we stand whole; as a Spiritual being; a Hu-man being.
Aneesh H Jan 2020
'Every competition - is not
A struggle to win over others
But a battle over one's own insecurities
To overcome a perception of exclusion'
I have been a part of the rat race, yet did not want to be a rat. I have often felt, that there is so much of aimless competition in our daily lives that the purpose of doing an activity and experiencing it without the secret feeling of jealousy, and an urge to win it, is nearly impossible to have!

I look at this maddening race of life, from an outsider's perspective. Rather than be a part of the mad race, I would be happy to stand outside and introspect. I
How graceful and more fulfilling it would have been to progress at each one's own pace, pausing a moment in between, to reflect upon the freshly bloomed flower and its beauty, or the morning chirp of the the birds, their flight and gaiety?

Is competition a necessary outgrowth of civilization, or a gangrene that the body of civilization can do away with? Has it dis-cultured us?! What are your thoughts?
Kyle McClure Jan 2020
a well liked man is a well cut ham,

bodies sitting around the dinner table,

the smell of salted snacks, cheap beer, and wine,

sibilance of love and reflection to pass the time,

curvature of lips in an upward spiral,

soft eyes, relaxed muscles,

sitting.


the wise lady walks in,

time to toss the sin,

a prayer for rainbows in stormy weather,

a prayer the same goes through with a warming sweater,

many minds converge as one,

to speak and think of love,

for one another.
To my wonderful grandparents and the teachings of love they have shown me over the years. Thank you.
stargazer Jan 2020
the lines of decision are thick
and if i cross them the wrong way
i will be entangled in the threads
of a life unlived

but if i stay here
on the other side
i risk not knowing
what life is at all

so i'll pluck them
like the delicate strings
of a lyre
hoping to strike a harmony
the lyre is a gorgeous instrument, dude
John McCafferty Jan 2020
Which way do we flow,
when you quantify me
Why factor in fear,
where will this lead
What purpose was served,
who looks towards harmony
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Cerasium Jan 2020
My love for you is eternal
My heart aches for you
As I stare into your eyes
I see the vacant gaze of my reflection

I hear the pain In my heart
When you say that you love me
But do you really care
Or are you just faking

Is your love really true
Or are you just pulling
Pulling on my fragile
Tender heart strings

Can you sync
Can you feel the beat Can you hear my song
My hear string song

Just open your heart
Let the rhythm flow
Feel it in your soul
And watch glow

Rise up, Rise up
Hear the voices
Of our hearts
As they sing in harmony

Feel the passion in your chest
Let the love flow free
Take my hand
Let me guide you

To the hallowed Grounds
Where our souls reside
Feel the warmth
And let the love fly

Feel it in your soul
We are finally home
Our songs harmonizing
In eternal peace
Zywa Dec 2019
The aftertaste of sweet

is bitter, I know
yes I do, but

I have no energy
and I always want

all kind of things, but then
I stroll here on the market
      
in Marrakech, fair-haired
chatting with a mummy

and then I want to live
like a mummy for my dear body
      
in harmony with onions
carrots, wind, and sun
      
my mouth honourable
for my stomach, everything
      
that is good, just that, come
cook with me, eat with me
      
give me what I need
give me the Force
Mouima = little mother, mummy, [ARABIC IN THE MAGHREB:] granny, old woman

Collection “It takes a lot of tries to make a début”
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
We once got along
All we do is fight
Rarely a decent kiss
We say goodnight

I have grown to be a problem
You don't understand
I snap more easily
Than a flimsy rubber band

We do not agree on much these days
Unsure who to blame
Tired of back-and-forth
Always ends the same

In violent outburst
You won't let me leave
Without way to escape
Feel like I can't breathe

So I claw your forearms
Still don't let me go
As if restraints calm me down
In fact make rage grow

The reason I get angry
Because I tell you how I'm feeling
In return you dish out comments
Make me hit the ceiling

After our time together
Obviously still have no clue
Who the **** I actually am
Or wouldn't say the things you do

You accuse of not being truthful
You're the one who's a compulsive liar
Doubt stings like a slap in the face
Tension between grows higher

We fail to find common ground
To see eye-to-eye
If compromise isn't found
We will be forced to say goodbye
We could be happy again
Shin Dec 2019
There is a certain warmth in the winter.
Born within the four walls that we call home.
Despite the frost enveloped window-pane,
I find a flush blushed up against my cheeks.
A grin spies itself upon our marble faces,
love encroaches itself within the gloom.

A snow globe surrounded by ink.
A freshly lit candlestick's heavenly glow.
A mother and father slowly swaying
A gaggle of children conspire and cringe.

We have arrived at the solstice.
We have arrived at the season of cheer.
We have arrived at the moments of unity.
We have arrived, and we know no more fear.
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