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Tuan Do Mar 2019
The frosty sword,
The snow-white fields,
A thousand men, a single sword.

The silent winds,
The crimson fields,
A thousand flowers blooms.
Just clarifying, frosty in this context means how sharp, shiny, and cold-blooded the sword is.
Nivine Nahli Mar 2019
I feel so connected to the Moon,
It embodies the movement of time.
The Moon, it's so generous and full.
Similar to myself on my good days.  

Other nights, the Moon is inconspicuous.
It could be so small and meager.  
Always changing and illuminating the sky.
Cycling to fade back to nothing; just as I do.

This is why, I connect to the Moon.
Wether I'm vivid or dull, I'm worthy.
Even if you see me or you do not,
I'm here and I will conceive you

With my constant renewal of existence.

n.n
I am the Moon
The cycles, the phases, the rebirth.
© Tabassum Tahmina Shagufta Hussein
  
    Those who say about thee with
    words of despair,
    Merely weave walls of words,
    You are not invisible , Oh Beloved.
    Talk to me for a while and bless my
    heart at times,
    With your bliss.
    Sit with me, with the gentle breeze,
    I can listen to you in the sound of
    waves,
    I see you in the blazing sun,
    From the blade of the grass to the
     twinkling stars.
    You make the breath of life,
    Oh eternal sweet,
    I am relieved of the fatigue of the
    day.
    Stretch Thy hands,
    Put it on mine,
    Paint the images of life,
    With the brush of beauty.
    In this beautiful dawn,
    It was  you who symbolised,
    The living message of this Universe.
    My Beloved!
When life feels hopeless,we seek refuge to nature. The presence of beauty may renew our hope. There is beauty everywhere. We just need to see it, cherish it.
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2019
Om, the centre of gravity
No argument
No denial

Genre: Spiritual Abstract
Theme: Gravity is oneness. Oneness is Om.

Note: What are we seeking? When open eyes see physicality, closed witness the truth. What we saw in him, he is much more than what he looks like. When one is too much, yet the million is not enough. When one realizes everything dies, yet not everything lives. When at the end, we remember the beginning, the point we start. Find the connection, beside oneness.
Mitch Prax Mar 2019
Nothing blooms in nature
all year long,
so why should you
expect yourself
to do so?
Dominique R Mar 2019
He looks at you like you’re made of gold, not like a penny forgotten on the ground. Your eyes are more intricately designed than the stars, and they shine twice as bright. You’re now twirling in the kitchen together, and your smile reaches your eyes. You were discarded like day old bread, expired and no longer of use. Left out in the rain without an umbrella. But he strode up to you and gave you his, letting the rain soak him through.  Stolen glances and interlocked hands are now my story. No more sour milk promises and rotten apple compliments. Everything is sincere with you, and you don’t beat around the bush or cut corners. Hope is still my song, but now it’s in a new thing. It’s being loved presently, no more someday he wills. It’s everything on the table honesty, and gentle murmurs. He loves me so completely that I finally feel whole again.
Aaron LaLux Mar 2019
Overcommitted to this life that we’re livin’,
got no choice but we’ve got a voice and we use it,
See in the Book of Life every life has it’s sentence,
to communicate the truth that we move with,

hats of to The Inventor,
I’m doing time paying mind paying dues and doing fine,
lost in the Splender,
of this Life that for now is mine,

and yours,
and sure,
blurs,
from the lines for sure,
or rather,
the lines blur oh sir,
please there’s no need to be so formal,
as ease as you were,

no cure,
no prevention,
no honor,
no mentions,
okay some honor,
some honest intentions,

but not always honest intentions,
what’s worse the user or the invention,
the consumer or the corporation,
personal or business relations?

The plot thickens,
the ***’s steamin;,
let’s eat let’s break bread,
please pass a fork a knife and a napkin,

what’s happin’,
we’re all on the boat but there’s no captain,
it’s madness I can’t even speak about it out loud,
so I write it down even when I won’t admit it happened,

hear no evil see no evil don’t even make eye contact,
it’s like they’re all on drugs it’s both cliche and ironic,
and the irony is all these things that were once free,
cost as the debt from the profit continues rising,

“Excuse me Sir,
but how do you expect to pay for this Karma?
Credit or cash,
because nobody pays with checks anymore.”,

or checks anymore,

or pays attention,
can’t say the world has always been honest to us,
but I can say that we’ve always had honest intentions,
and honesty it’s always been an honor to be us,

in all our committed excellence,
it’s an amazing balance to be both involved and unattached,
a labor of love an adventure a sense,
it’s being an an incredible team of strangers and you’re up to bat,

overcommitted to this life that we’re livin’,
got no choice but we’ve got a voice and we use it,
See in the Book of Life every life has it’s sentence,
to communicate the truth that we move with…

∆ LaLux ∆

SF
2019
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