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Shay Oct 2015
How satisfying and sublime it is to know
that each wrinkle deep rooted on your face is to show
each of life's wonderful and more difficult points in time wherein
our moments of laughter, tears and frowns are ingrained in our skin -
marks of life and a sign of a beautiful soul within
who has truly experienced life to it's fullest form -
a person who knows existence can be a violent storm.
Shay Oct 2015
Think of the true beauty in the world,
where you find that artistry doesn't need to fit expectations that have been furled.

I find mine in captivating laughter of babies; which reduces me to tears,
not those of sadness or melancholy - but of overwhelm as their giggles enter my ears,
because there is nothing more exquisite than the mere notion of existing and of life,
the feelings of love and hope in my heart are strife.

What about beauty in those who refuse to give up, ever?
I often wonder how in the world people grow such seraphic strength within and keep it forever!
They get knocked down over and over again,
yet time after time they get back up, pushing aside their pain.

These elegant people keep moving forward - some have no choice,
but they prove the only way is up and they do not waste their time; instead they have an active voice.
They are inexplicably unstoppable,
and are the true essence of beauty - and are in fact unbreakable.

Or what about the beauty of fate?
The pulchritude of chance encounters await.
That moment when you meet someone special and become star-crossed lovers,
and recognise you both have an exceptional purpose; and a connection that hovers.
A time when your eyes lock and your souls connect?
The magnificence in these bespoke experiences *****.
To share your journey in another's grace,
and get to encounter their beautiful embrace.
Spirited soul's bluest hood
covers your greeting smile;

We recognize our aspiring
wishes to gaze near the source

core, the centers of playful galaxies
arisen in one swift loving gesture

You said you're hitchhiking
toward my theater of dreams

I affirmed, smiling, as I stumbled
a bit; wanting to sit by your side

You, willing to recognize our
sweet holly humourous deeds

Even when the presence is murky
you shine green jades and gems

Flamboyant friend from along
Unexpected academic creatio

Having a premonitive chance
that next time we will coalesce

More than we ever expected. . .
Written For the One my Spirit loves. . .Unconditionally!
Would you care to give me a tour into your breath taking and undeniably fascinating galaxy that is visible from the way your eyes glisten and the way your face light up brighter than the sun up above?
All these love poems are inspired by my friends whom have fallen in love, currently in love and has fallen out of love... hahahaha but there are some stuff inspired by only one person... heuheuheu... XD
Sophie phippen Jul 2015
The light in my heart is slowly dying,
The light in my soul is always crying.
The dark in my eyes is slowing drifting,
The dark in my head us always there.
The dark in my head will always be there,
Until I surround myself with people who care,
But the light in my heart will always be there
SøułSurvivør Jul 2015
In the castles black with dawning
broken vessels hold the light
where the vassels stand a'yawning
woken by the dead of night

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Where the flowers wither rhythm
where the rhymes are drops of dust
metered moonbeams
lie within them
in their melodies we trust

Songs to aging children, come
aging children
I am one!

Can we only see the lanterns
lit for us by frosty dew?
Can we yet hear all the patterns
colors bled for me and you?

Songs to aging children, come
aging children

I AM ONE!


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) September 25, 2014

- REPOST -
Based on a song by Joni Mitchell
I strongly suggest getting it up
on YouTube
"Songs to Aging Children, Come"
a more hauntingly beautiful
piece of music has
scarcely been written
The Tinkerer Jul 2015
Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *
Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the
Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The
Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage
over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's  wisdom
And the patience of age.
Weeks of confusion and doubt, and I've come out better with a fragile, but new perspective on where i want my life to lead. It's been tough, it's been tiring, but I've made it through. I've capped the name Nautilus for that something inside us that pushes us to be.. legendary.
Life: "There are days when we are open to beauty."

Some of them are not.
Life is a marvelous
Cat playing with
It's pray.
With us.
Praying.
For us?

Sometimes I love
To be taken
By it's sweet surprises.

Me thinks: "Taboos are there to remain intact!"
Tragically
Obedient
To the law
Of Attraction

We dance as infatuated
Dervishes dressed in trousers
Flowing forth. Toward each other's all pervading
Persistent exoplanets orbiting 'ur private passions: :  
Knowing it' self, its potency
Penetrating our thoughts

Mighty male:
"Might
I
Satisfy You?"

I'm such
An obsolete
Amethyst, good for lucky charms and ready made domesticated potions.

Imploded desires rise and fall
Within the invisible canopy
Of our dreams and glances
Watch us!
They rise and fall

Magnetized

Elated Chalices
Rise and fall
Luminated
Fulfiled
Flawless
Unbreakable
Like legends      
Love!!

Legends love to be loved
In silence
Of our hearts
Heard and ingrained
Deep within our souls.

In this modest mode I pretend to be    
Bemused by little things tossing  
And turning me around  
Just to forget
your presence    
And to remember        
Your immortal spirit.              

I yearn for you!

Surpressed passion is all I have;
And blue heaven arched upon
Spellbound portals. Sheer
Kan devour my hide in
Seek in the shade.

Moist
Of the first creative act
Blows the raven away
Along scented mahogany
At the modest shelter
Of our habitual insanity of
Sparks and stars
Bursting into
Flames. . .our
Suppressed desires. . .

Merging






Tagore: "Where the mind is without fear
and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has
not been broken up
into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out
from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches
its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of
reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert
sand of dead habit
Where the mind is
led
forward by thee
Into ever-widening
thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom,
my Father, let my country awake."
Ayin Azores May 2015
Your presence consumes me
You electrify my body
You have awaken my soul

Let my eyes scan what's beneath that smile
Give me permission to take your breath away just like the way you took mine
Spare me a little of your love and whisper to me your desires

I want to taste your lips
I want to be buried inside your very being
Before I crush you in to a million tiny pieces just like what you did to me, darling
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