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Poetic T Jun 8
I was a ghost in a country of
                  shadows, where no one knew
                            who belonged and

who was the enemy.

Travelling on dirt roads,
                    a thousand year old walk ways
                    that had a ominous version.

A road to travellers of a far away, not knowing
                   the traps of improvised fear.
                    Diluted thoughts reflect on

hand covering death beneath the surface.

And when they ran in the fields of dust,
           a message from above kissed reality,
                                and they fell beneath the sands.

But there presence was lingering,  as there fear tore
                apart what travelled the roads after they'd left.

Crimson kissed the past present
              and the moments that died afterwards.

We die, we live, we are what collected
            before the silence.
            Dying for the freedom of those
                         who walk streets casually.

Our hearts stopped, so there footsteps could
                                                 walk on.
Perdue Poems Jun 6
Afloat upon the greatest pond
I do drift my hands
And let the ripples play

The sigh of waves resting upon the grainy beach
Echoes in the meadow woods
And time ceases for a day

But on that lake's surface I am unaware
Of ripples found beneath
My lovely little pond

The fearsome jaws, the fearsome muscles
Of mechanical nature
Below abounds

And ripping currents
With heavy traffic
Bide their time below

But I float above the nashing teeth
And water rivers too
Drifting slowly on the pond's surface
Above the torrent below
Seanathon Apr 2
I am a bubble fluctuating
On its way to the surface, evaluating
How it will be to be one with sky again, once I am out of the sea
I’ll be bursting free and culminating into a timeless cloud
Into the air which was always meant to be me
Yes, towards the surface I go to be free
Free - Bubble
Poetic T Feb 17
Woven beneath my surface
                 are the impacts
that never left a crater..

But I still feel the repercussions  
                                     even now

flowing over the surface...

Shockwaves that every so
             often make me shudder.
                                Even though it was in the past
the impacts are still felt beneath me.
Johnny walker Jan 21
How strange life can be sometimes you blinded by
what changes you see an ever-changing world to where we
Sadly I don't see all changes as being good there Is a lot of bad In this world but dig deep and there Is well hidden beneath the
Really kind people always ready to help advise just be there In times if needed It seems once people gain power that's when they change
It to there the greed for riches creeps In
and corrupts I suppose that's just way It Is and always will be I just think It's so sad ordinary people
they are the ones who suffer every
So much bad In this world but If you dig deep below the surface there's a lot of good
people who will help be there for the needy
Amanda Jan 4
Those who take a second look
At the inner workings of my mind
Are shocked at the depth of the galaxies
The thoughts drifting through mental space confined
Positive and negative words alike
Twinkle like stars in a cold abyss
Vivid memories of laughter and fun
Images of people I miss
On the surface I may seem dim
But if you take the time to explore
The universe inside my brain
You'll see inside I burn too bright to ignore
Tired and can barely think..
Vanessa Dec 2018
I don’t want to just
Scratch the surface.
I want to bury myself
with the soil of you.
George Krokos Oct 2018
I can see you but do you really see me?
How can you know what it’s like to be?
Surface impressions can be so very deceiving
if the onlooker is by a narrow mind perceiving.
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's
Eric Babsy Oct 2018
Sending all signals they possess the soul
Feel a jolt from clouds of lightning

This is all true I know
They have taken my soul

Replaced by something new
Just to get a new aspect view

Free the eternal soul within me
Not a question of why or what is with this

Songs I sing can not be replaced
The thought of that can not be erased

Things these days have no means to an end
I hope that someday there will be a another message I can send

Feeling the pressure I release a gift that will surface
Hoping someday something new will serve it’s purpose

They all confused me
Confounded because my talent is not lazy

Help me survive where I want to be
Because they all diluted me
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