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Zywa 4d
The holiness of life
is not that critical when you're young
adults are so afraid

to put it at risk
but the limits lie further
than their worries tell

if you just remain elastic
not vegetating undead
as a saint according

to expectations, but consuming
who you are because of who you are
as a fire

holy
healing
raging
      
without death
Collection "Lilith's Powers" #112
Zywa May 20
The house of my youth

has been rebuild: younger bricks –


for younger people.
Collection "WoofWoof"
kevin wright May 10
The samurai fingers opened
In recall the bow floated forwards
Feathers freed its deadly path

Flying through the thermals
Spinning in its own vortex
Beckoning my soul

Both eyes opened
Cherry blossom floated across its path
The arrow parted life and death

Its point struck home
No escape
A fleeting pain of renewal

Pinned at the center of Adinkrahene
Civilisation awaits
Farewell, my demise is draped with its philosophy

A second arrow strikes deeply
Tainted by Eros poison
Love conquers all
The world today is a place of reality. The world of the past was a place of philosophy. A marriage of eastern and western philosophy.
Michael Mar 20
I remember once when I was young, looking out into the sunset
and thru the sky a long stretched line was spread, the tail of a jet.
Beautiful.  Purple.  Orange.  Red.
I remember staring off, trying to imagine myself standing on the horizon's edge.
I thought, what magical wonderful things could there be beyond the end?
Is there anything beyond the horizon?

Now I'm older, as I see that line's been like a rainbow to me.
It still reminds me it's here.
Fades away when I get near.
It's not as beautiful, regrettably so.
Guess there's something sublime about things we don't know.
Perhaps life is that way, when the horizon is gone.
We just can't see, but it also goes on.
Julia Celine Mar 12
The daffodils will grow in the yard again

Now that the last of snow will melt

My dear, I think we're older now

And we must grow as well
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Zywa Oct 2019
A comet strikes, the Light
disappears in the earth, it gets cold
a winter of hunger and disease

that destroys, and then
a new beginning
in the spring, the return

of the Light, the Light:
trees and shrubs burst out
birds are singing with desire

the white deer sniffs
between the birches and looks
at the Light, the Light

Oh my love, the Light, the Light

is back, come outside
I want to run, cheer, jump
and feel that you lust after me

I want to roll with you in the grass
making love in the sun, making love
in full Light, the Light

is back and everything sings
of life, o my love
the Light, the Light
the Light, the Light

is back and everything sings
of life, o my love
the Light, the Light
the Light, the Light
“Here comes the sun” (1969, George Harrison)

Celtic symbolism: Beithe (the Birch), that is the first deciduous tree to make new leaves after the winter; the Birch should be guided by Lugh (“Light”, the comet that hit the earth in 540, after which a cold wave came, with diseases and famine; Lugh is the sun god, the inventor of the arts and crafts) and the White Stag (the symbol of high ideals and high aspirations)

Collection “Lilith's Powers" #102
NAL Jan 26
God said that I was his favorite,
but the Devil leaned and whispered:
"I used to be his favorite too."
The uniVerse Jan 18
Happy new year
to all of my friends
I wish you were here
to celebrate the end
the end of a decade
that's already over
so let's ride the parade
don't look over your shoulder
I lost someone dear
and I know you have too
but let's make one thing clear
that all things renew
new relationships
new beginnings
I'm thankful for you all 
so let's see what this year brings
whatever may befall.
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