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Paul Jones May 2017
The wet, basalt sands      sing songs with the light,
mirrors the spirit      of a starry night.
21:15 - 10/05/17
State of mind: joy, comfort.

Thoughts: from memories - walking along black sands combined with Blake's line's 'to see a world in a grain of sand...'.

Question: Light and sound are both waves. We talk about composing music with sound. How can we make music with light?
George Krokos Jan 2017
God doesn't really listen to demands or claims made in the language of the mind and stays apart
but comes very close and listens to yearnings of love that are made in the language of the heart.
Only pure love can cross the barrier and penetrate that worldly illusion of separation
which stands between an individual and God Who is the Reality behind this creation.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Lark Train Jun 2016
The world is quiet here.
Woes are never near
Because someone here
Will always lend an ear
Or give a cheer
And never leer.
So even though it's roaring, dear,
The world is quiet here.
Spenser Bennett May 2016
Nobody knows
What future holds
(We never get old.)

Nobody knows
How tomorrow goes
(We never say, "No.")

Somebody goes
Forgo abandoned homes
(Why don't we go?)
Words, words, words
that words of time.


Speaks me up
that they might listens.


Draws me simple
that they may seen.


Use me well
that they would understand.


Write me gracefully
So, that I would be remember.


Of making great mind
A man with LEGACY ~ indeed.
written in May 1, 2015 @ Tagbibinta Falls
No one listens
Friends seldom seen
'I'm all right'
Cancelled conversations
Happiness on demand
Courses in tautology
Reverent respectability
Chimes lost to time
Disconsolate coverlets
Scenes from lonely places
Litter on the streets
You're on your own.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
Often I think I'd scream,
"but no one listens,"
but no one listens.

— The End —