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Our brains behold faces:
distracted eyes seeking stimulation
carried off in moments of
quiet desperation-
an eagerness to be at
The Centerfold-
of pain and proximity
crowded and contained
until the final stop.

Identify me
in a look,
or a glance,
a smile?

Imagine us:
one tired wisdom

currents of sparks or
twine spliced and
threaded through
Feathers of the same Wing.

Across a river and down we go
into the buzzing sea-
electric with the noise of
one cloister,
one kiss;
one quarrel-

After all-
we share the same tube

A screech of live wires
Fit for mind blips
bandied about souls
held together in this
glassy reflection
Zywa Dec 2023
Look for a long time -

you'll merge into the colour:


into It, Something.
"Ietsism" (the belief that there is Something that transcends everything) - Composition "Rothko" (2007, Andries van Rossem) for ***** and alto saxophone, performed by Ko Zwanenburg and Ties Mellema in the Organpark on December 4th, 2007, and by Francesca Ajossa and Erik-Jan de With in the Organpark on December 9th, 2023

Mark Rothko (1903-1970)

Collection "org anp ark" #338
Kris Fireheart Dec 2023
I don't know...
What tomorrow brings.
The changing seasons;
Different birds that sing...

I don't know...
What I'm meant to say;
'Cause I live each moment,
From day to day...

And I don't know...
How sorrow feels;
I've no regrets,
For all I've done...

And I don't know...
What's fake and real,
Everyone has their
Opinions...

But I know one thing;
I hold it close,
Next to my heart,
A spark of hope.

And though I live,
Homeless and broke,
Still I always feel...
My freedom.

It comforts me, on coldest night;
A simple flash of hopeful light,
And though I shiver in the dark,
My eyes lay on that
Hopeful spark...
Great. But tonight I've managed to get my little neighborhood tribe into a squat, and we don't have to worry about the winter so much. This poem is dedicated to the unloved. The unfortunate.  The ones who live apart from what we would consider everyday society. But still in my sadness, and also my madness, I kneel and I pray for hope and a cure.  This is Kris Fireheart, signing off to go and find something to eat for the two children who are part of our group. It sickens me to know parents would throw out their children at such young ages.
Zywa Nov 2023
When I am with you,

so close that I become you --


I sing myself out.
"om te ver-jy" - 4 / "waar ek jy word" - 4 ("to become you" - 4 / "where I become you" - 4, 2009, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 0s"
David Hilburn Jul 2023
If a bell tolls...
For whom, is a lover known?
Threshold to act upon weary eyes, oh you soul
The creation we find, in void moments sown...

A rue of compassion
The till in evidential hills
Sun and wine, to tell a tale to promises lasting...
A herald of simple gifts and rises of poise, will

Lovers to the end
Exactly need, in voice's portrayal
And seeking guidance for a named lip, here is mend
In the scope of distance and reality of a soul

Succinctly new?
And with sense's favors, to claim a richness of good...
In the speed we accredit to love, is worth a filial who?
Seeing the gesture bloomed, is fate acts or paces, new?

Heed me when the holiday is over, lover
Might's to consider a whole, if a liberty is to be
The thought of romance, is a changing season, meant dour
In the shared seldom, of when a passion has it, to lead...

A fruit of conscience
A hap of solace, predestined to same
A reason of couth, to collect a hardier presence
A wish of blessing the best you have to often, and the patience of fame
Austin Sessoms Nov 2016
inside me are organs
inside my cells are organelles
inside me are organelles
they are mine
they are me

they are composed of atoms
they are composed of protons, neutrons, electrons
protons are mine
they are me
neutrons are mine
they are me
electrons are mine
they too are me
electrons and mitochondria and kidneys
are me
I am me

bone comprises skeleton
marrow comprises bone
bone and skeleton are me
marrow too is me
I feel this in my self
I feel this in my bones
bone feels this in my marrow
bone and I share marrow
SpiritHeart67 Jun 2023
We are in a new age,
not everyone
coming together,
Under One,
but everyone
coming together,
As One.
Austin Sessoms Nov 2018
There is a self
that is my self
but not just mine
it is us all
and in that all
I will meet you
My Dear Poet Jun 2023
“Why is your flute so tiny
and all?”,
said the Willow to the little boy
“Maybe cos my song
is low and light
and my fingers
are so small”

“Why’s your arms
so stretched up high”
asked the boy looking up
“Maybe to send your tune,
past clouds and sky,
that resonates from my stump”

So together it dawned
the day they joined
spreading  the sweetest sound
The one who sits small,
with one standing tall
Together, reached heaven
from the ground
Sometimes all you need is just some simple support
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