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 May 2016 Timothy H
Olivia Kent
Germination.
Flower pots.
Long past April.
Spits and spots.
Foliage in verdant green
Centre fold in magazine.
Pruning roses.
Year on year bright red ones.
For she.
That he held dear.
Thorns bit back.
Sheer heart attack.
Arrested development.
Cut back in prime.
(c)LIVVI
 May 2016 Timothy H
Poetic T
I digested your words
in my thoughts,
but now I have a headache...

Coated in falsehoods
I swallowed all,
now I regurgitate sickly thought...

Your words are flies
crawling within me,
I am the spider devouring there un-worth.
 May 2016 Timothy H
Sirenes
How it really feels?
How it feels to be spiritual?
Suppose it feels
Less like a prison
That we would call the body
Suppose I feel
That my energy is limitless

Suppose it feels
Like being everywhere at the same time.
But there's no chaos.
And sometimes when I close my eyes
I see all these people
From all over the world
I watch their lives
And smile without
A hint of judgement
Just love.

That's what being a servant is about; they need that judgementless smile

What a Message sounds like?
I suppose it feels
Like someone is
Gently blowing in my hair
At times I feel God
There's golden light
Within my body
That I've come to see as
More like a permeable membrane.

And sometimes
I feel various energies
Close to my body
"Are you coming? Can you please help me?"
Without hesitation
The strength of my essence
Replies by extending
A part of me
To the conflict
That needs attention.
My mind rarely watches it
But I know I'm serving
On some level.
Divine Servant is a reference not to being divine but rather extending a spiritual service we know the Divine would extend to us when we need it.
It's no different than chanting a mantra. In the spiritual realms it is known who always helps and who doesn't.

The Chainsmokers - don't let me down
 May 2016 Timothy H
Jack Jenkins
I'm nothing more
than a tapering string
going into nothingness
 May 2016 Timothy H
hellopoet
We are wise not to meddle
with the words of yon Muse
allowing them to touch us
avowed by torchlit trysts 
each thought cradled in nettle
elegaic vine rows muse
such fearsome elegance behold!
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