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violavics Jan 2020
When you look above,
what do you see?

pink or blue
dawn or dusk
sunset or sunrise
with or without demise

lifting the weight
seems impossible

belief in oneself
is armor in galore

When you look below,
what do you believe?
Tiring days stand before you. You may feel burnt out or unable to take so much more than what you have done until now.
Strength exists in you, so continue living and experiencing the wonders of finding your purpose and spread joy. You are here, somewhere, and everywhere.

January 12, 2020
Alek Mielnikow Jan 2020
Apple or tangerine?

Apple or tangerine?

What should I eat this morning?

Is it important?

Will the wrong choice destroy my day?

Is there a way to tell the difference?

Is there a wrong choice?

Or am I wasting my precious
time casting doubts?

Or is this the path of purpose,
to see one’s choices as if they
matter in the details that make the
fibres and stitching of the grand scheme?

Have I figured it out?

Or is that my ego craving importance?

What if there’s-


Crap, I have to go.

Guess I’ll have the banana.


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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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Jo Barber Jan 2020
With a heightened perception,
I observe the sensation
of my thumb on my fingers
as I rub them together,
the clock ticking away at 4:45 before me...
There are blue ink marks on each finger
and the air tastes of stale coffee.

Everything feels very slow,
and I find myself,
once again,
waiting to go home,
waiting for the clock to tick to 5:00.
Everything so slow,
with nothing to do except wait.
Austin James Jan 2020
It’s like I’m running out of time
Or running out of tries
Can’t find my footprints in the sand
They were lost with the tide.

Is it possible to fly
Or just a figment of my mind?
But God has never sent storm clouds
Without a silver line.

I search but cannot find
While the baggage falls in line.
Just hoping one night I’ll look up
To see the stars are all aligned.

Faith be the answer,
Though fear may come to thieve;
No joy I’ve ever felt can match
When God holds all the keys.

My spirit overflows
And my heart is now of gold,
A renewing of my mind in full
My body’s no longer cold.

Though dark like a thousand nights,
His light’s like a million moons;
No struggle like that of purpose,
Will appear as a silver spoon.
Sabika Jan 2020
Tell me my purpose
If I was dead before I was born,
And will die when I am dead.

If death is immortal,
Eternal,
Necessary;
Yet life is frail,
Conditional,
Temporary.

Tell me why I am here
In my joy,
My fury,
My agony.

I suffer,
I change.
I am pushed to my limits and beyond
Burdened with freedom and empathy.

Tell me why I feel such emotions
That last
And alas
Here I am
Triumphant.

So
“Give me hell,
Give me heaven,
All your visions of life.”
Star BG Dec 2019
At drawn in breath I hear a voice.
A song that whispers inside wind.
It echoes oh so lite and crisp,
awakening sweet love.

I walk in song as music plays,
to guide me as I smile and bow.
The moment it does melt away,
as God and I do dance.

We celebrate inside the sun,
that rises after night does leave.
And I will bow inside your hands,
that shelters in the rain.

I do not wander far from view,
that comes as I do play in dreams.
I know that dark I will release,
as freedom knocks at door.    

The love from spirit is so strong,
that enters as I move in life.
My heart it beats with gratitude,
as I now know God’s truth.

Yes I shall be content to walk,
and feel emotions that do cleanse.
I take great comfort in my day.  
I do not walk alone.

Oh as I take ease inside heart
wisdom does march upon my mind.
It anchors in my sight to feel,
the blessings in the wind.

Within sweet love I’ll fly graceful,  
to understand I am a gift.
And play rhythms of heart I will
to honor honeyed life.  

And within voice that cheers me on
I’ll conquer all my fears this day.
For now my purpose comes so clear
my fate to aid is sealed.
Inspired by Wekiya Brian Cyrus
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Tony Tweedy Dec 2019
I could smile then,
I knew joy and laughter,
I dreamt and hoped
Back when love knew me.

I woke with purpose,
I held no regret,
I sought wonder
Back when love knew me.

I joined in this world,
I faced its challenge,
I was resilient then
Back when love knew me.

I was confident,
I held no self doubts,
I had a value
Back when love knew me.

I could trust,
I could be tolerant,
I had patience
Back when love knew me.

I had time,
I had a future,
I had a contentment
Back when love knew me.

Back when love knew me.
I had you
Have you lost someone? Did it change for you when they were gone?
Tony Tweedy Dec 2019
Awake or asleep I do not remember my dreams.
Like you I once did dream.
Long since did my dreams abandon me.
Though I know I once dreamt.
I vaguely recall nightmares and I sense I have lived them.
I know the shadows they left and the darkness now, where once dream was possible.
Perhaps it was that I imagined dreams, for my memories recall once believing I was happy.
Or perhaps that is just my dreams reminding me of their death.
I ponder if my dreams... like my memories... are all of my past.
Are they still dreams and is it still dreaming if they are but memories?
Dreams and hopes... is there a future and can there be happiness if all you have is reality? Do we not need dreams in order to lay foundation for our future memories?
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