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George Krokos Jan 2016
Doing a job properly is known to bring its own reward
and all that we can do to help goes a long way toward.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Arvind Krish Dec 2015
Felt like running away yesterday
but there was a bridge to cross
but there was demon on the way.
he asked me about life
I told him,
"Come with me, I'll show you.
He followed me.

Then the roads diverged to two
There came a nymph
She wanted to know about life
I said,
"Follow me".

I had to cross a river
In the boat there was a fairy.
She didnt know about life.
I asked her to come with me.

Yes, I passed all mountains, tredges, deserts and forests
came with me
A mermaid, troll, centaur, serpant
all those who didnt know Life
and tired after a long run
the asked,
"You didnt give us the answer"

I just said
"cant you see
This is life
Its just running away"

burning with rage
They tore my throat
and as the blood gushed out
I was still thinking
"Am I not right?
"AM I NOT RIGHT?"
but I had finished my race
and won my reward.
Nirvana Dec 2015
my lips are tied
and eyes are numb
coz my lips always lied
impersonating me to be a ****

lies were told
and you believe it all
truth is yet to unfold
I'm already at a fall

your mind acted rational
while the heart acted dumb
lies you believed were intentional
but failed to read my eyes getting numb

my heart wasn't prepared
to unveil my feelings to you
so to my friend's heart I spared
coz he loved you too!!!

sorry if I hurt you
this situation was a bit new
YOU were not a trophy to be given
for this I must never be forgiven!!!

punish me with all you have
your absence is my reward
Really sorry for being a naive
and treating you like an award

my heart is crying
can you hear its sob
the time is running
can you hear its tic-tock
tic-tock... tic-tock...
An illusionary love story!
Cné Oct 2015
Ah yes, the magic of human touch,
Trusting to warm my soul's skin
Tis nature of loves connection, as such.

My body accepts, oh if you only knew
Like an honored guest, I grin
Anticipating the pleasures, one of the few.

Skin to skin, our bodies converse.
Uninhabited, my mind wander
Deep inside, my craving thirsts.

Artful hands sculpt with purpose
Lulling layers open, you're quite the artist
Soothing caress melt my body formless

I'm yours, silently, I surrender.
As my flesh cries out for more
Arching waves of splendor

Rewarded my senses sated.
With newfound clarity reborn
Mind, body and spirit replenished.

I thank you for your gift of touch.
Lovingly, I would return the favor,
as such.
Nothing is spoken, just being open to touch is the reward.
Snow Wolf Sep 2015
Walk with me, unto these lands of Golden Life, of which thy beauty has been gratefully given to us by the Gods so that we may prosper.

Walk with me, under and into these Hellish lands, of which is ruled by the lone Chthonic God, given to us to punish us for any evil deed we may have unknowingly done.

And now fly with me, to the peaceful white haven, known as Heaven, of which has been opened and bestowed upon us to honor and hold those who have faithfully died, and those who have never strayed from the path of righteousness.
Chthonic: concerning, belonging to, or inhabiting the underworld.
Wade Lancaster Sep 2015
A good game needs rules and planning.
Nothing revels humanity so well as the games that play.
Actually you revel yourself best in how you play.
And so it became that.
A truism;
perhaps we are not that original, we are fascinated with the human past. And It's the human future which intrigues us most.
Seems we cannot understand us.
We cannot abide the thoughts of stagnation.
We seek to change into the heart of what we are, but... change into what?
We are hardly original.
Therefore, what will be your rewards?...
For playing the game...
I believe if we fill our life with positive there is no room left for negative. Mastery of your own game is never at the expense of another. That would be negative.
HRTsOnFyR Aug 2015
Life is like a thousand
piece jigsaw puzzle
opened up on Christmas morning,
Laid out on
the formica top kitchen table.
All you see
is a sea of colors,
endless and random...
An unsurmontable feat before you.
Suddenly it happens...
You find two matching shapes,
then a third,
And before you know it
A corner piece...
The edges becoming more obvious.
A picture begins
forming in your mind's eye...
Confusion becomes creation
Labor's sweet reward finally realized.
Satyan Sharma Aug 2015
Take the stars
Put ‘em in your pocket
Take the sun
Make a locket
Wear it.
Near it
Would be burns
And heat,
No cheat
Could be done.
The price,
To hold the precious,
Success,
Recess?
From passion?
No fashion,
Could be established,
If it weren’t wished,
If it weren’t loved enough,
If the times weren’t tough.

Win isn’t a cherry,
Perfectly ripe,
It’s all a hype.
It’s a feel
Difficult to express,
Yet picking the words,
Just right enough,
To give a hint,
With the least tint,
Just as it were
The feel alone.

Not so easy it is,
Not so impossible I think,
Just that it can’t be had,
With the ease of a blink.
It’s an earning,
Which becomes an ornament,
Of the passion,
The passion to express,
To wrap the feel,
In the words’ dress.
Rare ones could undress
The feel and feel it,
And absorb,
The gladness,
The sadness,
The awe,
The wonder,
The thunder,
That I hid in the word.

Calm down,
Don’t rush,
Meditate on the feel,
Not on the word,
Either the word
Would appear,
Or you’d invent
Your own so dear.

Challenges many
Win but one.
If you dare to face,
The hurts in case,
Take the stars,
Put ’em in your pocket,
Take the sun,
Make a locket,
Wear it.
If you want to hold the precious, you'll have to pay a price. A price of passion.
Anna Krijger Jun 2015
She is a wounded goddess
who loves so deeply
that she was rejected
time and time again
What could make her see
The light that she holds?
This wounded goddess,
she is a Master of the Divine
Shaping this world
and many others
When you meet her,
look deep into her eyes and
awaken her soul
Your reward will be substantial
Phil Lindsey May 2015
When troubles build up mountain-size
Clouds and fog obscure the peak,
You cannot see the pathway up,
The future’s looking bleak,
When there aren’t enough hours in each day
Or enough days in each week,
You’re in a boat without a paddle
In a swiftly moving creek,
Your friends have faded into black,
Your whole life has sprung a leak,
Fate just punched you in the face
So you turned the other cheek.
When others have inherited
What was promised to the meek;
Faith alone can give you strength
And the solace that you seek.

When the morning sun defeats the fog
And brings the light to day
Illuminates the pathway up
And the clouds are pushed away
When the hourglass is full of sand
Each grain longer than a day
Your friends are in the audience for
The commencement of your play
The curtain rises, they applaud
The black has turned to gray,
You fight toward your own ending
Despite what critics say
If virtue is its own reward
Then all will be okay
For the faithful have their just reward
When comes the Judgement Day.
pwl 5/8/15
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