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jas Feb 2018
treasure
your heart marks x
on this map of mine
its been a journey
took long to find

compass
sure led me straight to you
over unbearable nights
I searched the clues

treasure
at the end of this journey
finding you is well deserving
this is feb.5
Star BG Feb 2018
I carry two treasure chests in my being.
They’re engraved in gold
and a gift from soul.

First chest is kept in heart.
It carries love infused diamonds
of happiness and joy,
dreams and song,
peace and harmony,
that when opened dissolves sorrows.

Second chest is kept in mind.
It carries words infused with light.
Verses of rhyme for poetry.
Phases of visions for prose.
Jargon for stories to emerge,
that make pen dance.

How to unlock these strongboxes?
Simple, with the key of breath,
I carry in lungs at all times.
Lyn-Purcell Feb 2018
Lust is one craving for your flesh and
conquest. Love is one melding
with your mind and body.
Then, and only then,
are you truly
naked.
Love and lust go in hand and hand. We live in a world concerned about lust than genuine love. This is my honest belief on what it means to be naked.
I'm old-fashioned like that - I have a retro soul by nature.
An ideal that I treasure, and one I fear has ceased to exist...
Lyn-Purcell Jan 2018
Friendship is a harmonious
bond between multiple
bodies.
Friendship is a song people listen and dance too but tend to miss the message...
My way is charismatic
It has feelings to pick
Signs that are shining
Treasures without opening
I dig for mine just
To get better I must
Mongi Jan 2018
Weeping Tree

Weeping tree
In a place I haven't known
Only known to our forefathers
You've been told in tales
Giants of the land have journeyed
In quest for your warm embrace
While the minute ants from the dust
Have ignorantly grazed
Right under your mysteries
You've been a mystery to the seeker
But a treasure to the holder

Weeping tree
What haven't you been?
You've cast a shade under for the goats to rest
You've sprouted branches for the birds to roost
The nests that host future generations
Are founded and knitted upon you
You've been shelter to the needy
You've shouldered Mother Nature's mistakes
A bearer of comfort and affection
A groomer of the future
A harbour of hope

Weeping tree
But you've showed to me your other shade
You enticed me with your collectedness
Wooed me with your sentimental stance
And lured me with your sweet reverberations
We closed the distance between us
I found my share of the forever told mystery
Your embrace warm over me
But you got a little more harsh on me
Like the broad wings of an angel
Your branches covered me
You brought me close to your stem, roughly  
Your embrace turned into an engulf
Your pats into slaps
You pressed, you smothered
You let me die inside of you
While I died inside of me
I died
I hope you weep
Weeping tree

Mongi C. Nkabindze
Grey love
George Krokos Jan 2018
In the name and ways of God there is so much hidden treasure,
Who by the loving remembrance of, is bestowed at His pleasure.
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From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's
To share this world's facts
My thought is able to attacts
To a treasure of the secrets
And understand a truth
Someone is in the wait
That how I really act
Under the moon' light
anotherdream Jan 2018
I searched the ocean for my long lost treasure,
Only to forget about it and lose it forever.
I tried to dive deep, keep it together.
Searching for time just to discover,
It never existed.

I thought I had oxygen, I thought I’d be safe.
But turned out to be nothing when compared to the waves,
That pushed and slammed me back and forth,
Releasing my heart and stealing my core.
I’m nothing without it.

Fish everywhere of all shapes and sizes,
Some swimming in the open and some only hiding,
Never being revealed to the rest of the planet,
Nothing caring for them, holding their hand and,
Letting them win.

Their magnificent colors turn red into blue,
If I chose when to leave it wouldn’t be soon.
Fins shimmering through golden sunlight,
Holding all of them and nothing to lose sight.
No fitting in.

Every fish is different and sparkling with colors,
Never to be looked at and compared to another.
Because, quite honestly, that would ruin it all,
Comparing two fish by a mere flaw.
Life’s not a game to win.
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