I see people resigning
at workplace
and within a day a two
their place is substituted
by somebody unknown!

No emotions
Just laughter
and machine work
all across!
A vast space
filled with
empty emotions
hard to breath!
Chokes me out
every other day!

I wonder!
Should I cut
my emotions too?
And be the machine
just the way it works out
until exhausted to its brim!!

~~<♧>~~

First big summer storm
Clouds flowering, & sending
Out roots of white light

~~~

The hills glower, but
Lightning flashes show they
Actually smile wide

~~~

Fires which have hurt them
And displaced the animals
Put out in the rain



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Silence fell upon
the house that once was filled with laughter and love. It fell like rain, quick and all at once. No one saw it coming it just happened and there was no stopping it.

~~<♢>~~

paper chosen
quill in hand
pondering or
obliging
a muse already
quick of wit
within the heart
residing
pen & paper have,
in written word,
set about
colliding

we write our mythology
we constillate the stars
we create our own legends
from nebulae afar
we sculpt our
classic statue
no storm can
ever mar

we color worlds with crayons
lavender and blue
or frame them
in computer screens
with pixels rainbow hues
nobody can tell us
our reality
ain't
TRUE!

we write
though indignation
we use pen as sword
against corrupt society
we can't fathom anymore
we call out politicians
and all elitist ******


~ lust & love ~

there are many muses
which can bring pain or bliss
but none as cruelly fickle
as the romance
of this
nor any as wondrous
as the beauty
of a
kiss


~ angst & despair ~

here is the morbid one
sowing her foul seeds
or she will spin her
silken threads
be careful of her deeds!
she sparkles like a
spider's web
is dressed in
widow's weeds


~ spirituality, religion & faith ~

there are vast multitudes
of hands which point us hence
and many roads to get there
and many an offense
I have found my trusted way
i sit not on a fence!
Jesus is my savior
and lives in
PRESENT TENSE!


~ nostalgia & the past ~

this muse is
made of metal
her jaws are red with rust
shadowed halls with paintings
and statues made of dust
or a pathway
through a garden
with fragrant blooms
in mist

but the greatest
muse of all
a friend to young or old
who makes us awed or timid
or bravehearted & bold
this one will always
help us
to get our story told
this muse is our great desire

for the freeing of the

SOUL


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017