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The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .

But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .
They were truly born in space and never left the memory of their many lives to turn to dust on some lonely planet .
morningdew Nov 9
While I was trying to find
where love could be
Love had come
           A thousand times
and I failed to see
morningdew Nov 8
I may not know you yet
    After all, we've never met
       But I know this deep down
      That for me, you wait

Only you, wait
    Death
          
       Thus, I hope
    You too, will know
        that with open arms
Death
   I await you
Buddy T Nov 8
rotten food in the fridge
left in a little too long
the maggots are consuming
it from the inside out

the clock seems to tick slowly
an illusion of time
slowly going quickly
and soon i’m out of luck

the days pass by
as i lay in the fridge
quickly going moldy
day by day
i keep saying i’ll eat it yet when i check it’s already gone bad
Erwinism Nov 8
The dirt still knows you and me as it squirms under our toes, and the old bells up the steeple of the forgotten chapels resting behind the hills sing tarnished songs of friends we loved and lost.

Ancient rivers, our hide away, under our confidante, the shifting sky, our secrets lingering there still with faithful boulders that cushioned us.  

We were arms that cradled each other while we set to walk on a wire stretching from our innocence to our dreams against the gusting wind and blowing doubt.

At times we made it and saw storms retreat and run for cover, and other times we smile bruised and wounded grateful for the lessons we have learned.

Down by the river, where the world is hushed, and shadows draw sharp breaths and bite down ******* us with their gaze, you'll find me nailed to time awaiting your return before the dusk descends, I pray.

Make haste, find your way back to the place we’ve seen eternity, and where tomorrow talks to us. Our refuge where promises hang their eyes on us and spread their arms wide. There, we are orphans with no yesterdays. There where our hearts cut through tears. With our hands out we could
dream without end.

If you don’t find us there, friends lost in me, if yours knees still could, feel the wind, it’s still dappled with memories.
i.
I walk through the streets
of old Spandau
under a sky of slate and zinc
that lets loose its sleet
and drops of pale ink,
filled with burdened clouds
weary from hurrying onward
out of the iron east.

ii.
A church tower stands sentinel
watching over the people fleeing past
on cobbled streets paved with fate.

iii.
Once, to doubt was to believe
as Thomas, bereaved,
called out in awe
My Lord and my God.
Today there’s just doubts,
faith is fleeting as clouds.

iv.
The tower waits,
outwardly strong,
yet forlorn and alone,
abandoned by the faithful
as the sacred slips away.
It watches and waits
in hollow hope of a time
when its hallowed purpose
might yet be whole again.
Spandau is today part of Berlin, but is actually much older and has its own old town. In the middle of it is St. Nicholas’ Church with its ornate brick tower.
K10SW Nov 7
The stars blinked their watchful eyes
The wind whispered its chilling secret
The water lapped its bubbling tales
The birds chirped their jubilant lullabies
As the sky continued its midnight slumber
                    Time marched on
The clouds rolled out their wispy carpet
The leaves shook their rustling dance
The grass bowed its head low
The blanket rested its warm embrace
As the moon ambled its unwavering path
                     Time lumbered forward
The laughter rang its gleeful tone
The conversations carried their bonded words
The stories gave their earned trust
The memories stored their detailed pictures
As silence settled into its comforting hum
                     Time forged ahead
As our wishes tossed their hopeful expectations
                     Time began to slow
As our words sang their secret song
                     Time eased its pace
As our eyes shared their soulful gaze
                     Time. Stood. Still.
Stargazing with an unspoken love and the desire for time to simply stand still.
I watch the rust gather.
And etch time into a stone.
Marking these moments until the bars erode.
I’ll bleed on my knees until my prayers are heard.

Incarcerate my flesh and bone,
Yet my mind is free to roam.
It is an eternal dusk
where clocks , still dreaming ,
useless as before ,
watch  the passage of light
on the shifting sands .

In the distance
she is leaning against a wall ,
the marble cool on her skin .

She belongs here ,
she is from here ,

She has created here .

Drawn from the pure light
of this alien sun .
mjad Nov 4
The girl I used to be
Could never live without
The boy I thought you were

But now the woman I am
Can live without
The man I know you have become
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