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Jade Louise May 2015
Hell is full of
Heat
Anger spun in ***** like Cotton Candy
Pink and Red
Hues of hurt and hate

The Earth is
A blue canvas
Of stretched out sky
And fresh dirt
Hues of humanity

Heaven is like stretched glass
The truth looking out
A vision of infinity
Infinity at its finest

And limbo is stuck in between
In between waking and sleeping
Between heaven and hell
Earth and the Afterlife

Its being neither here nor there
A decision left unmade
A book never finished
The truth stuck on the tip of someone's tongue
Unspoken
A waiting room
To await
Waiting

We frown on Limbo
For being undefined
Except sometimes Limbo
Comes before Heaven
And After Earth
Sometimes not Knowing
Is part of the Journey
Joyce Jan 2016
I bleed for my needs.
I plant my own seeds.
So I can see how seeds need to feed.
Give them water and love.
Ask some sunlight from above.
As they grow to plants.
I touch them softly with my hands.
New life is a new beginning.
Touch my heart while I'm singing.
Ami Shae Dec 2015
Turned on the television
for the first time in many a day
had to shut it off poste haste
as everything they had to say
was full of venom and hate
and horrors that I cannot understand
sometimes I wish I would have been born
in a far away distant land.

Perhaps I came into this realm
at the most inopportune time--
should have come along years long ago
way back before machine guns were involved in crime--
should have been here
during the horse and buggy days
working on a ranch somewhere
sowing seeds and baling hay...

I have to fight the urge each morning
to leave and run far far away
to run into the woods and find a tree
where I can hole up and stay
and forget the horrors and hatred all around
that seems to be
this lifetime's favorite and unending sound...

Turned on the television
for the first time in many a day
had to shut it off poste haste
as everything they had to say
was full of venom and hate
and horrors that I cannot understand
sometimes I wish I would have been born
in a far away distant land.
is it just me? am I the only one who feels like they just do NOT belong in this time and place? I do NOT understand all the hate, the vileness of human kind. I just want to go away somewhere and find peace and love, but I'm afraid it really does NOT exist.
:(
Cecil Miller Dec 2015
Seeds for birds, and seeds for me. 
Seeds that grow for me a tree.
Nature grows, and flows, is free;
As the way I share my seeds.
More from my poetic banterings
Pax Aug 2015
I planted my seeds
And for three years it’s still a sprout
Struggling in a harsh environment.

Many have flourished
Around it,
mine was left behind
with its slow progress...
This is how I describe myself. How far I've grown as a functional person within  society's & my humanity's needs.

sorry for not being around much, Right now I am on my vacation time back here in the Philippines. So I'll be back in just few more weeks to go of my vacation time left... Be back in September...
Rockie Jun 2015
The tiniest of seeds
Can turn into the prettiest of trees
When I die,
I’ll get buried.
And like buried seeds,
I’ll sprout back some day.
Paul Sands Jun 2015
the air seized it’s chance today screaming
“**** me!”
and every seed burst
obligingly in a torrent of stars and silken hope
yet a mere quarter hence
the deciduous mantle will slip, dowager dry and lentigo browned,
to dance tiny pirouettes with devils of dust & grit
amongst a litter of sepia confetti as summer’s rusted brides fall
their contract fulfilled
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In honour of all the cotton fluff filling the air today here’s a older reflection of a previous years event
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Mercury Chap May 2015
I think,
I'm dreaming right now,
Ensconced in a deep sleep
Just dreaming somewhere
Away from here
Where people just watch me sleeping.

I think,
That when Einstein said universe could be twisted and turned
He meant those labyrinths were an escape to the real world
The world we live in
Is just a simulation
All our work, all our sins,
Are just an examination
We are somewhere, detained and prisoned,
(Humanity is so bad thus that's my imagination)
Ony to speculate us
And decide if we deserve to live in the real world.

I think
There is a world of justice,
Different from our own
What we do here is what we get
We get flowers of the seeds we've sown.

I think,
What infants talk
Is a language of the real world
We're all given a second chance
Our thoughts have been swiped off,
We are in deep trance.

I think,
The reason why we fear God
Is because our God really watches us
Born and gone,
They have powers in their hands
It's those people on whom our judgement depends on.

I think,
We all come from hell,
No one's 'granted' a good life
We made mistakes, that's why people tell,
We're just equal
That there is heaven and hell
We've lived hell and now we aim for heaven
We don't want our lives to be torn
At last but not the least,
We'll be given the flowers of the seeds we've sown.

I think,
That you think it's useless to think of it,
But there's no wrong in fantasizing,
About a world fairer than this one,
But actually,
There's nothing left but to fantasize,
About a world better than our own,
That when we at last wake from our slumber to our judgement day,
We'll get the flowers of the seeds we've sown.
Sow the best seeds you can and you'll be free from prison.
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