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 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Keith Labonte
I try to recognize
the pain in the eyes
of my brethren.
I sympathize
to realize
the humanity
and to notice
the humility
surrounding me.
The strength I see
is more powerful
than conceit can be.
Yet we're deceived.
Solidarity we seek;
Although we're taught
to be divided and weak.
I try to recognize
there're no dead
in the eyes of our Mother.
As I search
the stars of our Father
I find no better truth;
We're as one for eternity!
Certainly empathy
is our truest direction!
We're more powerful
than deceit!
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Sean Hunt
Like a Flake
Of Spring Snow
We Come
And Go
Inspired by Kate Barkes, advising me to write about 'exterior' scenes :)

Video recitation at:  https://vimeo.com/164551371
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Sky
Anywhere
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Sky
I don’t want to slip away,
Not when I’m with you
But I cannot control this,
This disconnection
The cords snap
Between my head and soul
So that I’m not quite here,
Not quite there
Honestly, I’m not quite
Anywhere
And then you look at me
Ask if I’m okay
You know
there’s something not quite right with me
You feel me slip away
But the me that’s not me lies
And she tells you I’m okay
Even as I drift away
Further and further from the truth of the day
Don’t let me slip away
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Oscar Mann
Every now and then
I need my dose of modesty
To have someone or something
Show me the relativity
Of human creativity

So I go and wander restlessly
Through majestic mountains
With snow-clad hats
And watery feet
And lots of nature in between

And I realise the things I’ve done
The petty man-made magic
Is static and dull and pathetic
Compared to nature’s frantic
Splendour and might

I keep on hoping
That one day I can say
That the artificial can compete
With nature’s regal feat

Though now I humbly admit
That the peaks and the crags
Crumble my effort and wit
And show me all that I lack
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Julie
Art
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Julie
Art
I am a makeup artist,
Hiding tears behind my masterpiece.

I can draw you smiles,
Paint you laughter,
Doodle you little dimples,
Glue glitter to your eyes.

I am a makeup artist,
don't be afraid.

I do it to myself all the time.
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Stefania S
and
 Apr 2016 Timothy H
Stefania S
and
and i rose
again
to work
thursday
and i'm tired
days
pouring
together
you, my friend
pained
worried
alone
no nurse here
comfort
hands
heart
play that song
listen
read
know
i am here
living
breathing
longing
leave that place
come
stay
live
i said it
sorry
open
disclosed
and i hope
silly
i
know
you are shocked
see
clearly
now
not the first
tremble
bow
kiss
and i hide
Man, placed in a box of rules.
Tolerated as long as he behaves
and doesn't wander outside.
His growth limited by its walls
with no room to add anything that might be new.

Is the world afraid
to have a new dessert,
one that may tickle the tastes
of those who see themselves as inmates?

Bound within this box,
their faith and beliefs are squashed.
The box dwellers are deprived
of their choice and preference of their own
likes, dislikes and that which makes them who they are.
Their individualism stolen.
Their personal freedom denied.
Their voices silenced by a sound proofing
created by the approval or disapproval of the elder.

There is no freedom within the box
when forced to live by another mans creed.
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