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S I N Dec 2019
There is no future and no past,
Only present moment;
And forever does he last
Without letting you to pass
‘Teternity’s abdomen
There is no such thing as an ugly art,
But an ugly heart.
Every art has its own meaning by the one who made it.
aL May 2019
Now, her heart lacks a courage
then she knew that she couldn't cry forever....

Is this madness? I forgot to ask her
And how does it feel?
Leslie Ledezma Apr 2019
life’s expanse is hard
only better in your path’s eagle height
understand this before the world began reward
what you do, as he said, done well

silhouetted smoke, sadness, silvery time, sagacious

music is the holiday
oozing into this side of paradise
beautiful like a moon out in day
lives fast like birds as free as you over the sky

music is the religion
just leaving town for now
what do you have playing
takes your soul riding
even through the night

on freeways through gilded hills, until now
raceling traveling to my coastal world, edge and heights

song lonely, giving bliss
seeping from the other side of heaven’s doors
dreamy like dawn’s first lights for
lives fast horses bronze racing as fast as they always could

dressed in true worship
festivities, this is purely living
dreamy and propitious
blessed with a slightly sullen glow
don’t belong here no more than he

chance at pure light in each spin around the garden
play and design life today, Lord knows the time we have awake

I’m a soul eternal, living vigil of the
gentle diamonds falling summer,
horse country sunset wonder

when I get back in from all, azure skies like a billion stars
these days will seem strangely far away but you’ll love me all the same
Colm Feb 2019
Give me the ocean
Or not a single drop

Give me time
Or not even a moment to stop

Give me every glimmering evening star
Or none at all

Give me fire from my finger tips
Or no more sparks left to fall

Give me everything or none at all
Give me all of you before I fall
Everything or none at all
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2019
Rose are red,
violets are blue.
Why don't you love me
if I love you?

You made my  
                          roses red,
and my
violets blue;                            
but when I asked you
if you loved me,
none of it was
t r u e .
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