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#comes
grazing on the edges of forever -chewing on minds eye seeing nothing but today -a moment to savour -the ordinariness of awesome when forever comes into view.
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
chewing on minds eye
the muddy wallow sticky gloup(good for the skin, they say) a rest stop at an oasis(not the one you would like) its enough sometimes not to see the road ahead
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May 1
May 1, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
at an oasis
the what and wherefore weaved between fingers left and right hands- a shared dance of unknowing
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Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC
dance on the keyboard
Monsoon is gone. September comes  Together, let's welcome with drums.  Monsoon had created havoc and gone. Soon the waters will be with Drawn  Time to celebrate September has come.  Festivals in India bring fun in tonnes.  In this month many festivals they sum Me happy and boredom has worn. September comes  Tune, Come September, my guitar strums It's so famous everyone hums. Fun time, everyone blows their horn. Happily, my thoughts will airborne.  I send birthday wishes by virtual realms.  September comes
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Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
September comes
Sometimes we laugh Sometimes we cry The people around us Wonder why What makes us happy What makes us sad What makes us smile What makes us mad And that's alright If they use the information well To help us through Days of hell Sadness is a sort of spell That transports us Back to the shell Of what we were Before the sadness came to life And doing all we could to survive Cut off a bit Split I try today A return trip So afraid Of all my truths Of yesterday
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:20 AM UTC
Sometimes why
The sun and the moon In the same sky, not left out In the cold darkness
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Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 12:50 AM UTC
Love is... (Haiku)
your green eyes were as the mint which gives good smell and satisfy inner soul let your sad out throw it with your happy and told yourself with confident if the morning comes the dark sure escapes
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May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
your eyes
The Accuser Of Mankind wants to obliterate God's Word and Celestial Concepts of a Higher Order. Blasphemous Spirits are at work in High Places the World becoming more Animalistic more Demonic and Chaos Despair Peril and Destruction reign tall and mighty the current Earthly systems are turning Governments against each other violence, pestilence and wars are inevitable at this point...Nevertheless, the Righteous shall see the Lord Of Hosts descend from the Heavens to wage a Final Assault on the Tyrant Evil Dominions of the Earthly planes. Celestial Armadas Of Angelic beings will slay every single wicked soul who didn't turn to Christ nor believed in him. Then the AntiChrist The Devil and the False Prophet will be thrown to the pits of the Lake Of Fire and Sulfur. After a long exhausting battle there will be a Great White Judgement where the wicked and the righteous shall be judged. Then God's reign shall begin and be established for a Millennium. Beware of the ones who have come to say the Dark is Light and the Light is Dark...Woe to those in the last days who have chosen to pleasure their carnal bodies instead of serving God...dark days will come to Earth but don't lose faith brethren God is in control.
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 5:33 PM UTC
~Rebellious Angels: The Wicked Shall Burn~
let me know when you will go as you take with you everything even my soul i search for my self my eyes will give answer that it might go the time will pass the time comes my watch annoys as i look at times she finally stops my heart knocks in spite of its knocks the lamp is off as the electricity was off my brain was light waiting her bright
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Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
the time comes
Dark is the Absence of light, laughter the absence of fright   weakness the absence of might, day the absence of night     Blindness the absence of sight, grounded the absence of flight The absence of you, i would no longer write You are my muse, without you, i'm just hopeless in life Absence makes the heart grow fonder, This is not not true i'll die within a second, if i cant breathe the essence of you You the queen that i live for, if only you knew infinite words can never conclude failing to capture what i wish to imbue You are the blood of my lifeline, i live on cloud nine so please don't ever leave me, you are my prayer, my living shrine. The absence of you, there will be no divine. I will get stuck to our past lives , with the absence of time. The absence of you, will surely, with conclusion                            sever my life line.
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
Absence
wouldn't you know it but I oh I a little girl wouldn't know it either would I? no no but I think I feel it or rather I feel my thinks can't decipher any of it but a wink and my thinks think shouldn't I know it myself? but nay I keep it all tucked on a very rather pretty little shelf my thinks didn't label my feels so im learning the things I didn't know I didn't know a mystery even to little me so how should I be able to answer how do you be? and I stand here on the edge or the brink for I can hardly barely breathe as its all coming at me give me just a moment to breathe in my feels and my thinks and perhaps the moment after the moment I'll be just a little bit more free
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Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
thinks and feels (the growth of a girl)
So many wait For another life To walk into their own Just to change the self When really they Are the only person Who can pull apart the former fabric Who can lend a mending hand to help
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
Change Doesn't Walk Inward
morning comes and morning goes and it's all because of the coffee you're making me that gives me another reason to continue Life is always unfair you know thinking like that only makes it fair for no matter what happens I still believe that everyone has a happy place to stay and that place is where you can find me Staring right back at you saying "welcome home"
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
morning comes ~
come inside feel at home take your time you're never alone sit back rest your back look at the sky relax follow your breathing look at the sky now close your eyes continue breathing take all the good memories exhale all your worries don't ever leave and don't forget to live
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
comes ~
the love comes knocking all doors all doors were opened they saw the sun shinning from you forehead, that is bright the love orders the hearts agree they had to do as they accept without any argue the love is free touching hearts at his way making them shivered with fear as they may be touched with cold there the lips are closed the minds waited the eyes cried even tier beloved was near
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Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
the love comes
late May, “sheltering in place,” the perfection of the day, a descendant of thousands of years of predecessors, the elements in concert, expert-wise in the ways of coordination of sky, wind and ocean caressing to make poems come so easy, just breeze pluck ‘em but this heart lies heavy in the noisy stillness, for one intercept repeats itself, all ready already, wrote of that, many times prior, all the parimutuel betting/writing combinations user exhausted, each one shouting, too late, you wrote that in such and such a place, in a time, vague recalled under a name since forgotten eyes are the poem title generator random, but all asterisked, seen that, done that, wrote that, passages that are passengers trying to hop aboard without paying, the fare is no fair, and the style gone quaint, no one wants to read the regurgitated, my rapacious pen^^^ has stolen them back anyway my pen now, flat on desk, good only for grocery & scratching off my countless to-write, to-do lists, but poem writing conspicuously absent, this my last until, my corneas transplanted, my heart-ticking to the beat of someone else’s drumming, but, no wisdom confession, not what I expected from my retiring “freedom days” did my share, and periodically one of you reminds me, of the oldies, and the semi-smile that whispers across my drying lips says did I write that, see the place + time denoted, saying yes, here is proof of the when and where, and hints even of the why, but the whys and wherefores, all crossed off, the run is over, was a good one, but this time pride will not go before the fall, for here it is springtime and the spring in the step, does not launch more than an inch, ground bound, and when, you no longer can soar, it’s time to say no more and my old friends come to sing me to rest, Joni reminds me I have no river to skate away on,^ my feet can no longer fly, lyrics like old honey, stuck no pouring, Bobby closes my shop, with a young man’s prophecy, knowing it is the hour that my ship has come in... and though my moment is in this second, perfection, thinking, peace to you all, remembering that peace is an unceasing changeling, my piece is spoken, been trying to leave but this is it, “it’s all over now baby blue”^^ “Oh, the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind Before the hurricane begins The hour that the ship comes in”^^ Shelter Island Memorial Day Weekend 2019
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
I wrote of that, Fare Thee Well (“when the ship come in”)
late May, “sheltering in place,” the perfection of the day, a descendant of thousands of years of predecessors, the elements in concert, expert-wise in the ways of coordination of sky, wind and ocean caressing to make poems come so easy, just breeze pluck ‘em but this heart lies heavy in the noisy stillness, for one intercept repeats itself, all ready already, wrote of that, many times prior, all the parimutuel betting/writing combinations user exhausted, each one shouting, too late, you wrote that in such and such a place, in a time, vague recalled under a name since forgotten eyes are the poem title generator random, but all asterisked, seen that, done that, wrote that, passages that are passengers trying to hop aboard without paying, the fare is no fair, and the style gone quaint, no one wants to read the regurgitated, my rapacious pen^^^ has stolen them back anyway my pen now, flat on desk, good only for grocery & scratching off my countless to-write, to-do lists, but poem writing conspicuously absent, this my last until, my corneas transplanted, my heart-ticking to the beat of someone else’s drumming, but, no wisdom confession, not what I expected from my retiring “freedom days” did my share, and periodically one of you reminds me, of the oldies, and the semi-smile that whispers across my drying lips says did I write that, see the place + time denoted, saying yes, here is proof of the when and where, and hints even of the why, but the whys and wherefores, all crossed off, the run is over, was a good one, but this time pride will not go before the fall, for here it is springtime and the spring in the step, does not launch more than an inch, ground bound, and when, you no longer can soar, it’s time to say no more and my old friends come to sing me to rest, Joni reminds me I have no river to skate away on,^ my feet can no longer fly, lyrics like old honey, stuck no pouring, Bobby closes my shop, with a young man’s prophecy, knowing it is the hour that my ship has come in... and though my moment is in this second, perfection, thinking, peace to you all, remembering that peace is an unceasing changeling, my piece is spoken, been trying to leave but this is it, “it’s all over now baby blue”^^ “Oh, the time will come up When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind Before the hurricane begins The hour that the ship comes in”^^ Shelter Island Memorial Day Weekend 2019
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it come down Digging at rocket Making land vibrated As the land gets happy It splits and gets a baby A baby is a small plant Weak but it has power To dig through the hard Land, rocket even at worst Then grows up and get flower It spreads perfumes, pleasant Hope that might be absent
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 5:27 AM UTC
I saw the rain