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 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Moon Humor
Devote
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Moon Humor
Promise the planets
that you'll never cease
to rotate around me

Melt the frost
into sweet words
left for me to read

When I'm ill
bring me outside
sun shine, heals my mind

Hold my hand
when volatile emotion
begs me to implode

Give a gentle nudge
I get too cynical
remind me of beauty

Marvel at the sunset
pale pink, that gleams
like the inside of a sea shell

Listen to the silence
soft focus purple glow
the sound of first snow

Spend the night
don't leave me alone
to lay wide awake-
I beg you to stay

{99 words, all under seven letters long}
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Ann M Johnson
January: Love is an intricate design on a snowflake
February: Love is like a heart shaped box of chocolates
March: Love is like a clover full of promise of good things to come
April: Love is like a gentle rain
May: Love is like a fresh flower
June: Love is like a nuptial kiss
July: Love is colorful like fireworks
August: Love is like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day
September: Love is a time to prepare for positive change
October: Love is gentle like falling leaves
November: Love is being thankful
December: Love is giving
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
James Joyce
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Neil Brooks
I hate censorship
if anyone asked me
I'd say
**** CENSORSHIP
Life is raw and gritty and bare
everywhere you look
and this ******* facade we put up
it's just ****
and anyone with a brain
can see right through it
thats why the smart ones
are usually con artists and crooks
because its a ******* joke
its just some game you made
out of living reality
babies see ghosts in mirrors
and demons at the windows
but we convince them they aren't there
and they become like us
they just stop seeing them
those magical things
have been censored from their lives
now dull
now hum drum
now fit to be enslaved
in school
by the rule
by the belt and fist
by the military academy
drum hit drum hit
by war
by tv
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
jdmaraccini
Divine Minds Transcend

This life is full of circus mirrors made to distort what matters.
When the ride slows down, and our mind begins to clear, we frantically try to quiet the chatter.
Layer after layer we shed our fears until our ego is found,
drowned in the light of a supernova,
then shattered loud with glorious sound.

The earth is a living, breathing body, fragile as it comes undone.
This body has a thriving soul, pulsating inside a honeycomb.
This body has a mind with an ego, that believes it's in full control.
The time has come for our consciousness to ascend to the next level.

The nether world will greet you when the last grain of sand drops,
in the hourglass of fallen people, deep inside a single thought.
We all must follow the burning flock, or purge our life of the ego.
Will you answer if they knock, and begin the spirit walk?
If you walk I shall join you and leave behind a sequel.

Death ends the circle of life, soon our bodies will be vaporized.
Hold my hand and close your eyes, hug me tight but do not run,
for tonight the skies ignite in the glory of our supernova sun.

Layer after layer we shed our fears until our ego is found,
drowned in the light of a supernova,
then shattered loud with glorious sound.
© JDMaraccini 2013

ego [ˈiːgəʊ ˈɛgəʊ]
n pl egos
1. the self of an individual person; the conscious subject
2. (Psychoanalysis) Psychoanal the conscious mind, based on perception of the environment from birth onwards: responsible for modifying the antisocial instincts of the id and itself modified by the conscience (superego)
3. one's image of oneself; morale to boost one's ego
4. egotism; conceit
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
LaserHalo
it is you..
clearly a feathery icon...
and at your disposal..
mighty wings flutter..
dear ocean breeze,
dear forest queen,
bear with us in our time of need...

its you whose in-charge,
prepare to lead...
share your innocence..
with the colors of justice..
sacrifice the deliverance...
in disguised rooms..
where wisdom blooms..

And there's you, yet again...
that pink array,
your beauty by color,
your feathery display...
and at your finest hour...
the forest whisper,
and larva's they shiver...
all along, right by a river...
 Sep 2013 Zigmaz F
Amanda S
Henry David Thoreau,
You truly are my hero.

I'm a transcendentalist at heart,
Even though we are centuries apart.

If we ever meet in a dream, I want you to know
We will walk in the woods together, Mr. Thoreau.
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