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Mazen Edlibi Feb 2019
I want to end the story of that guy who is good…who is nice..who is helpful!
I wan to stop the scene of that person who is with that cool smile..
I wan to start a  new story!
…… No More of those facades!
A story of a new version…
A story of upgraded version…
And not…
A version of a perfect one!
I am not seeking perfectionism…
I’m seeking my true self…
I’m seeking Me!
10-10-2018
Rose Feb 2019
If these walls could hear,
they'd hear my cries,
my pleas to take it all away from me.

If these walls could feel,
they'd feel my pain,
my fear,
my anger,
and all of my shame.

If these walls could think,
they'd think my thoughts,
my thoughts that run in every which way.

If these walls could know,
they'd know my torment,
my torture without a soothing refrain,

If these walls could comfort,
they'd touch my soul,
my soul shattered and breaking more every day.

If these walls could help,
they;d ease my mind,
my mind that needs reason to sleep away.

But these walls don't think,
don't hear,
don't feel.
Stand there, unforgiving, and cold as steel.

They make up the cell from which I made,
standing, not stopping, till I end my days.
Susan Feb 2019
I know you are waiting for the same
Also tired of playing the game.

I need to find you, but I don’t know how
Please give me a clue so I can know now.

Some day we shall be as one
Then we will have won, we will have won.

The prize is us – no matter what
We will ride through any kind of rut.

All I want is too be loved by you
And our love would be all so true.

We would be so happy together you would see.
It would be just you and me, just you and me.

Two hearts beating as one
This can be done, this can be done.

Where are you and when will this be?
Just you and me, just you and me.

I know you are out there, but don’t know where
I do know you exist and that you care.
Aaron Feb 2019
All the world’s a stage, they say;
And the mind that makes the sun
Cannot quite conceive of None;
Life’s a game we have to play.

Perhaps life is just life to be
And living is the greatest art
And in the end we’re always free
In the balance of our heart

Tell me, then: what tells me this?
The world within, no less real,
Yet not more; therein is bliss.
Behind the door, simply feel.

What’s without and what’s within:
Is there balance; is there zen?
Mo Anzar Feb 2019
Often, I'm not sure
If I can make myself a history
But sometimes I watch my shadows
struggling beyond its limits.
IrieSide Feb 2019
She made an art
out of thinking differently
a beautiful rebel
There's beauty to be found, outside the normal realm.
Help me. I’m trapped here.
Locked in a cell that would hold me for all eternity.
Forced to eat food that’s vile.
Made to consume capsules that make me confused.
The white devils strap me down and hold me tight.
I thought angels wore white. I am wrong.
Help me. I need something, someone.
To save my wrecked, worried, wearied body.
To take me away from this nightmare that never ends.
A voice that repeats itself ad infintium.
“Never.”
Restrained, tortured and kept alive.
Who’s there?
Help me.
HELP ME.
HELP ME!!
HELP ME!!!
From this ****** up place.
Pagan Paul Jan 2019
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Midnight sees a chain
of lights,
heading into the forest
so dark.

Follow the Will-O the Wisp
at night,
walk with the lone wolf
that barks.

Take that step into the unknown, the path that leads to me,
and I'll be waiting there somewhere, deep within the trees.

So walk that long path
in peace,
follow your dream as
it winds.

Keep purpose in plain sight
to release,
love that is not left
behind.



© Pagan Paul (13/01/19)
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Keiya Tasire Jan 2019
Do you know where I can find It?
The middle ground of joy
It leads to increased wholeness,
Happiness, Love  & Peace.
Where does it start?
How do I step into this path?
Do you know where it is?
Do you know where I can find it?
I have come to a place in my life where peace, love, joy, happiness are more important than games.
Ken Pepiton Dec 2018
Wartime. That's hapt, eh,
nigh on ever'day.

I was awand'rin' why,
when a noble knight arose afore me, 'pon a horse.

Says the noble fella,
I was sent to answer you,
and swear the truth you find has never been a lie.

Treasure it. Treat it sure and saved and safe.
For, gotten gains are lost or never were, the trenches
remain, graves with the ends kicked out.
From those,
we rose and claimed war is the lie, the first one.

The lie that says to itself, I am true, not you,
by nullifying you, I am proven.

"But you are crazy, right?"
No,
not right.

Lie yourself from reality.

Did that work? Dear reader, you alone know.
unsuspended unbelief becomes belief,

in a wink, a gleam, an apple in God's eye.

If you can imagine that, otherwise,
mortality is temporary,
waiting
is. It's what trees do, peacefully, from my POV.

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how might the message survive

interesting question in these interesting times

So'yal 2018
Clocks unlock the clues

pay
attention time time times and halves have past

The whole world divided in the time of Peleg
into languages and nations

we forget ourselves and must remind
we have the mind of Christ

what hubris or what faith or
what evidence,
what good can I do or could I if were minded?
so, If I agree with Jesus about the location
of God's, by Jesus's definition, God's kingdom
is within whom he spoke to or
to whom his words
were given or
taken, for
granted

hubris, nay,

arrogance? meekness. assumption presumption

sumpin hapnin heyah sameosameosameo

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The Younger Dryas took some time. it was cold.
but the ice caps are finally melting,
that's a good thing. warm days
cool nights,
seed time and harvest

Kinda like Joni Mitchell's Circle Game but

bubbles being formed and expanding
did we bump?
were you really ever part of me?

Did we see those stones melt, or
was that on TV?
Some body mentioned a circle game I never played. I thought this needed the idea to bump it to make real.
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