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Alan S Bailey May 2016
Indeed! All is a sea of flames...*

Her will be done, her kingdom come,
On earth as it is in nature, blessed is her
Only divine beauty. Strong her motherly
Hands which hold you, in being nurtured.
If only the will of what we call love
Could see how we lose control, turn away,
From the actual truth, because we could
Have saved ourself a rainy day.
But in this chaos man will learn, he can't
Be something bigger than the earth,
He can't defend us all from loss
That has existed since the dawn of time,
Always and forever in denial of his pride.
Colm Apr 2016
Darling verse would you distract me?
Take me away from this wretched place,
And return to me my sense of self?

Restore my mind and all that it holds,
Rekindle a fire within my veins.
And bring me back to the days of old?

To a time when life was young and alive.
To a life that I lived on the other side,
Of this placid coin, would you turn once again?

And restore to me to my place amongst men?
Would you bring me back to this present day,
And then gather my sorrows to whisk them away?

-SS
Julie Langlais Mar 2016
Follows my inhale
Embraces my exhale

Sleeps my thoughts
Restores my mind

Honours my body
Heals my heart

Balances my nature
Shines my light

Welcomes my warmth
Accepts my spirit

Cleanses my essence
Respects my soul

© Jl 2016
Yoga saves my life each time I step on my mat
Ethan Solouki Jan 2016
I'll be in the woods, but you won't need me. When I find the wood guarded by scarcity I too will steal, yet I will only take the milk that has already been liberated.

Los Angeles: The air available here is no longer adaptable, my lungs have not evolved like the rest and my filter is getting full, it’s getting complicated to breathe. The chemicals are no longer reacting like they are supposed to. I used up all the gas, the batteries too. I try to wind-up, pull the string, re-charge. These sources no longer work, I need something new. The wiring seems off, the lights sometimes flicker, rarely staying bright for long. I tried replacing the crank, yet there was not enough electricity to put it into rotation. I called for a tow-truck but it never showed, I pumped up my tires and pushed but I still could not roll. I opened the door, starting my journey to the woods…which I hope still exist.
Tex Dermott Aug 2015
Jubilee
All the books are cleared
No more debts
No more liens
All properties are returned
The past is buried
This shadorma is based on the Jewish year of Jubilee.
Gemineyed Gypsy Apr 2015
Help me to see:
That I may see through your eyes

Help me be free:
From past fears, their haunting lies

Keep me at peace:
In a world ruled by chaos

Grant me serenity:
Calming moments most anxious

Help me stay silent:
Where harmful words once were spoken

Fill me with love:
*Restore hearts, hurt and broken
© 2015 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
Judypatooote Mar 2015
American restoration....

While watching the program
American Restoration
An icebox was brought in
To restore, into a wine cooler.
A young man who was helping
To restore it, was puzzled.
Where did the ice come from?
There were no cords
We oldies forget that young people
Never had to use an ICEBOX.
This is my memory of
"THE ICEBOX...."
It was an insulated metal box,
Just like the one being restored.
Once a week THE ICEMAN
Came out to our cottage
In a big Insulated Truck.
To deliver a big block of ice.
I was always so excited to see him
Because he would always chip off
A large piece of ice for me.
That was what kids now call
A Popsicle.
The iceman would carry in the block of ice
And put it in the icebox for my mom.
And that ice would keep our
Milk, meat and eggs
Cold for a week....
~~~~~
Let me add that American Restoration
Did a beautiful job
Turning the icebox into a wine cooler...
They added refrigeration,
Shelving, and a cord.
and the ICEBOX it was no more...
American Restoration is a program on FYI station, and it will surely be back a memory or two...people bring in something they found at a sale for them to restore....an antique coca cola vending machine, an old antique coffe vending machine...turning them into something beautiful.
Sam Knaus Nov 2014
My doubt coincides with different sides of my minds and I’m not quite sure how to restore peace. I’m wasting away my days in the hopes that things will change but never actually trying to relate, I can’t restore happiness in this war in my head, all I want is my light back, but my eyes are gaunt and I lack the will to be anything more than this. i guess all I can do is pray for any salvation I could find in restoration.
Katie Nicole Oct 2014
your heart breaks in two
mine is crushed by its pieces
let's start rebuilding
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