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Seren Aug 20, 2015

as I begin to forget - I see weeping halos

Watching clocks
we are, you and me
rebirth till death
is scripted to meditate

Time lords and ladies
you pass aeons
as thousands
of free breathen
convocate to fly,
others scratch
barrowing burrows

in each glance
every dart of green
touches black hands
ever calculating death
the simple cost of life
even unto the act,
will change the equation
recreating the Theory
of Everything

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Barbara Writes Aug 20, 2015

Good Deeds Undone

I often don't feel loved
Fiery judgement from above
Awaits those who prejudge.

False witnesses won't budge
Always eating fudge
Wolves in sheep clothing they judge.

I stay to myself; I feel alone
With God there's peace
He comforts me.

The way you tell it, I'm not so bright
You're never wrong and I'm never right.

C
Conect11 Aug 19, 2015

Kuiper

I think I'd rather
have unrequited love
than to float about
like this,
hanging on
to whatever lordship or prize
life, or the gods
decided to throw my way.

I'm great, really.
Great at the solemn art of not being hurt
or breaking down.
I'm great at brushing it all off.
I'm great.
Really.

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alidzain Aug 18, 2015

Hustler's Plight

Happiness, a broken mirror.
Hope, a shattered dream to be.
Innocence lost forever,
as nightmare fed into reality.

Cruelty lurks behind closed doors,
A broken will shackled and caged,
an abused body left on the floor,
a beautiful life was shattered,

Since then, smiles and laughter
lose their authenticity,
enslaved to human-faced monsters
whose lust shackles me.

Can you see my silent tears,
the mental scars I've suffered,
wrapped in a cocoon of fear
while mortal demons feasted?

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Geremia Aug 18, 2015

METAMORPHOSIS

METAMORPHOSIS

I don't speak of Spring flowers
sunny days and pic-nicks by the sea.
times of wonder; eyes clouded
by blind innocence.

My soul now mourns
the death of Time
and the loss of dreams
and my eyes have looked
beyond what seems.

What is done is gone,
no-one comes back
from the dead.
What I see in front of me
is pain and dread...and change.

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lovedly Aug 18, 2015

SILENCE.... THE ANGELS OF PEACE ARE PASSING BY

SILENCE.... THE ANGELS OF PEACE ARE PASSING BY
AMEN ..

Peace comes from within

Peace comes from within
seeing the surfs
rise and fall

a distant ship
far in the horizon
rises tall
then calms your
DOWN UNDER
nerves
waves bring calm and peace

not writing on the sand at all
twill be washed
ere you into the waters fall

calm down
peace comes from within
let’s now begin

Searching peace
from within!

S
scribbler Aug 17, 2015

THE OLD DEER STAND

There's a man I never met before
yet I know him just the same
and think about him often times
as I pass by a ruined tree stand.

This deer stand I first saw long ago,
a few boards clinging to a dying cedar
with most of it upon the ground
slowly burning in decay.

The stand was old when I was young.
I suspect its builder was long gone,
his sons, perhaps, were near my age
and like me have since become bald or gray
as the last boards clutching the tree,
boards which creak like old joints in the wind.

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Seren Aug 17, 2015

Look, at what I see ... for Ian T.

I have been moulding
shaping, writing and painting
in the art of Forgiveness
I've now gone the distance

See...

I've refined the lines
Proofread all the text,
binned canvas after canvas
in the quest for my best

I've lost plot of my stories
as my readers eyes digest,
sold the sculpture marveled
chipped from a hearts breast

time doesn't exsist
I've recinded belief
right there I found
pure comfort, relief

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Esker Aug 17, 2015

s e v e r a n c e s of s l e i g h t z

into the bliss
this moonlit kiss
of light that lingers
lengths between the
fingers
tensile touch

save you
said you

the seasons storms
had gathered all the
steel and charms
like glitter on the edge
of stitches holding
wounds that never
heal

had we become the
vessel once bright
now seasoned
with the pain and new
dark depths desires

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Esker Aug 15, 2015

derrotero dilletantte

discipula
antumbra

I was beneath a cascade
of wealthy winter

crystals
falling drunk from heaven
I awoke frozen
the ice in the slow
knock of my hearts chamber
and you were
Upon the shine
of a watch fire
a dark fear
staged near

speak not a sound
while the tender
beam of stillness
fell abound

i could taste
your breath
on the stale dream
feel your terse
lips drawn steady
the bosoms heat