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George Krokos Mar 2018
It seems a mistaken notion when we hear it said that 'all men are born equal'
and is due to the fact that as a baby we are all helpless, dependent and small.
But as we grow up and get older the sense of equality doesn't mean much at all
as there are many factors at play which are not so evident and hard to forestall.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Catarina Pech May 2017
A whisper of a notion
A whim ready to go
An anti-plan put in motion
A seed ready to sow
Relinquishing to a passing fancy
Do what ever it please
So long as it's not too chancy
A whim on the breeze
Sometimes I have urges to do weird random things, I usually suppress them but  it's more fun when I don't.
bluevelvet May 2017
Time present is that
what you make of it.
Time future is the
great abundant unknown
to those that search
for a new soul.
Time pasts will always
be present in time future.

Do not dwell in
the things you will
never know.
Just look around,
take things slow.
Memories will echo,
the paths that of which
you chose to never go.

Kiss them in dreams,
turn back time in
the areas you wish
to not feel the need to bleed.
Don't lose focus,
this is but a game of
a magical circus.

Know all along,
you are better than
what anyone perceives
you as for so long.
Delusion is a must to live a happy life.
Grabbing at tethered ends,
it'd leave blisters on the skin.
Left alone to pop them,
wander til you find all the dreams
in a rose garden made for thee.
His heart of pleasantry games
in futility, his host so sheerly  
a lion, in field of corn today.

Where he now host only his inkling of frost
now crossing his mane
as thanksgiving.  That rain makes him clear
a king among her.
Rain of heaven
Lucrezia M N May 2016
Once thin skinned like orchid petals all
frustration was mistaken for tears.
Then resilience took over so to cry
only having the feeling of no amend.

So far bones resounded metal cold,
lack of nearness is not about fears
but to save weeping for better times,
trying to roll over any sign of dead-end.

Whether eyes or not drops come from
They're salty stories and may reveal
promises made to oneself but unkept in life
like the notion tears fall not at our command.
A breaf personal story of tears and considerations upon them
taia Apr 2016
there is this stigma
this preconceived notion of
sexuality
bout to drop a truth bomb on all of y'all
SassyJ Feb 2016
I had me a botox in the middle of the night
Don't offer me a bed as I can't unlock the light
I am so cold my breath is over the faint might
Don't run back as I can't bear your grey sight

1,2,3,4,5..... I'll climb up this mountain in tights
5,6,7,8,9... I'll shout on and on as my vocals fight
Hide that smile is not bright, germinating blight
On the count of 10, I'll fist your toe, it's my right

This pen is the only weapon I got in my isolation
The words from inside escapes to another  location
Introverted but logically attuned in many a motion
I can't face you directly to answer your urgent notion
SassyJ Jan 2016
The fences erected with barbed wire
A wall translucent with hints of light
The pace of my heart outshines the dark
The blight of the society keeping us apart
As the sea sways from shore to shore
Reign forever my love, I lay my cards to care
It’s the light from the window reigniting hope


The stroll by the ocean is a memory I hold
We first kissed and sealed as the fairly ceased
The reality of the skies and earth encased us
We met and I became a hazard to myself
Your love pierces deeper than crystallized salt
My pupils elongates as I strive your depths
The reminiscence of the pebbled path as I reach


A foreigner to the notion of love, I stray
Yet, on my travels your loneliness haunts me
Reappear to show me the exhibit of love
Clouds uncovered there is no where to hide
Unshell the cage and let me suffuse your all
Obtuse, no lust or obsession possessing me
Resurrect the innate human scenery of true love
I am open for One a week collaboration till March 2016. Interested? Leave a comment or message me.

No 3. One a week series collaboration with Lovelust
LoveLust will be the man to help you distinguish the notion of "love" and "lust". The focus of the poem was based on the 3 songs below:
Just another day- Jon Secoda
A different corner George Michael
More than words- Extreme (the melody bring me tears all the time)

The music triggered the emotional refill of the words.   The essence of tunes helped with the inspiration and to dig deeper.

What if you had a love? The one you want and care for so much, but there is a wall separating you. You can see them, them too.... but that's about it!

Lovelust loves music as a form of expression. This helped to bring the piece together... "music as the essence". I tend to love all genres but have some favourites too. It turned out that Lovelust loves "MUSE" a revolutionary band that I love so much too.
Madness by Muse
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek0SgwWmF9w

Enjoy the concert Lovelust and It was great working with you.

To view Lovelust expressions please visit his site at: homepage:http://hellopoetry.com/lovelustdc/
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