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Joined: Nov 5 2014
Stardust Senses

This night, awakened
Stardust senses
Eternal heaven's
Hallowed altar
Magical, infinite
When she loses
Her defenses
A universal pass, collapse
Doorways imagined latch
We are all innocent here
Infinite wisdom burning near
Natural, freeing
All seasons come to being,
Gleam angelic flown
Living not existing,
Surrender, pure reminiscing
Realms thought unknown
All soulful songs simply sewn
Midnight roses, come quiet
Under star, stone
Timeless magic, closer home

Joined: Nov 5 2014
Soul's Design

Audible to a worthy soul,
The road,
Her many majestic volumes
Ripple gently, eternal eve
Spirited lifetime in bloom
Knowing wind's whispers unfold
Now say a farewell to goodbyes
Burn your essence, warm promise
In the light, once a strangers eyes
Such a virtuous reveal
All is one, wake, truly feel
Steeped dreams that linger still
Reckonings silhouette intertwined
A harmonious invent,
Pure pathways intent
A righteous souls design

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Joined: Jul 20 2012

the tether fades from sight
life preserver intact

worry waits it's turn
slivers of hope up on stage
for now

that old familiar feeling
showing up
like a dealer
at your parent's house
unexpected and unwelcome

into the dark
hoping to see
the sunrise
but expecting the sharks

Joined: Nov 5 2014
Recycled Butterfly

Easy how a soul can fabricate, in stillness wander
Seasoned cities tethered true, a soft secret lover
Midnight's sorcery, her pristine machine envelops me
Intrinsic yet free, loving language, a beauties decree
Universal dialect, romance of the mystique, resurrect

Recycled butterfly, woven wonders nigh, wings cradle courageous wind
Brilliant breeze, freedom's lullaby, her natural ecstasies, never to descend
World's but a whisper, malevolent betrayal never to kiss her, one with blameless flight
Beauties surrender, soulful invent, a soaring flame quells, cures winters nameless night

Perhaps the world was yours all along
As the sparrow brilliantly sewn to breeze
Lose yourself in rapturous midnight song
Ancient language, dance of souls revelries

Wind blown, time flown, immaculate suggestion
Do we deserve the world or her protection?

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Joined: Dec 12 2014
River of Souls

The River

born of clay and coal
Baptized in the river of souls

ashes to ashes
flesh to bones

no ferryman to guide me
return to the river of souls

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Joined: Jul 20 2012

Dream Variations

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree.
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly,
Black like me.

- Langston Hughes

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Joined: Jul 30 2012
a dream of being an owl

i am in a dream

i see a mirror

a face and lights

Those features are not mine but they suit me anyway

i am in your dream

i am mirror you are watching

i give you new eyes and you will learn the language of animals and to see in the dark

i am in a dream

i hear someone saying "you have an owl's face so we'll take you flying

with us...let's fly past that corpse, it's human and human flesh tastes


i am in a dream

i see a forest and a glimmer of light

that light is not the sun

but fire

i can already feel it's warmth on my skin

i am in your dream

i am the fire that you see

i give you new arms

with these you will engrave an image of a bird

who builds her nest

in a flaming tree

- Islaja

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Joined: Jan 8 2011
Saving Time

The day goes slow then it starts to fly
And pretty soon it's gone in the blink of an eye
The time is now and now it's then
And everyday we start again
I watch the river flowing by
I see the clouds up in the sky
The sun comes up the sun goes down
Or maybe we're just spinning 'round

Across the Universe
Around the Galaxy
The lights are there for us to see

Ice caps melt and the oceans rise
We're all in for a surprise
The scientists say it's too late
Nothing left to do but wait
Maybe that's why we need faith
It fills in the empty place
Full of hope and full of grace
Surrounded by eternal space

Across the Universe
Around the Galaxy
The lights are there for us to see

Blessed are the merciful
And God is on the side of love
And if there is one thing I've found
Love needs help the whole world 'round
So come on now and spread the Word
'till all have seen and all have heard
Volunteers across the Earth
May our love always endure

Across the Universe
Around the Galaxy
the Light was made for you and me

Randall Lard's picture
Joined: Jul 30 2012
Nothing Important

I am born by Caesarian section at 9:30 am
in Princess Mary's Maternity Hospital
on the 24th May, sixty years ago today,
dangled by the ankle, smacked across the bum,
swaddled in a blanket howling like a wheel.
My big brother lain on his tip-toes hisses 'I don't like him'.
He's Maradona, I'm Peter Beardsley, chasing a ball through the mud
followed by the kitchen window, bellowing through the fern:
'Boys! Dinner's ready!'
Dad is tuning in the telly beyond a heaving mountain of spaghetti hoops.

I am nothing
You are nothing
Nothing important
Death within a dream

Petrified on the back of a pedallo in the Balearic Sea off Alcudia
I can see the ghost of my uncle Derek waving to us from the beach,
gently drifting out of reach,
the telephone receiver swinging by its cord,
a glass of broken beer expanding on the lino.
My mam slips into the coffin
a polaroid of his sweetheart
Clutching Good-Luck Bear I peer gingerly over the side,
press my nose up to the tide,
and there behold a barracuda chewing on a chrysanthemum
and a family of clownfish hovering in the corpse's hair.

In the scullery of the cub-hut my clarinet falls
into a sack of flour - a flurry of pins
squashed into the leather handle
a crescent moon of stricken fig-wasps.
Drizzling my fingers with The Magic Sponge
Dad says 'we'll probably have to chop them off'.
He collapses like a canvas tent on the floodlit astroturf
rent with a fibula guide-rod poking a hole through his shin
There are teardrops in his moustache
charging a flute of champagne
down the aisle and out for a throw-in
A St.John ambulance careers between the sugary pillars of the wedding cake

A crystal spoon
A pewter tankard
these words inscribed upon the base:
A toby jug filled to the brim with curtain hooks
A sheepskin rug discoloured with tobacco smoke
within it's braids concealed a rank
of plastic soldiers set to burst underfoot
Berwick in oils: a skiff on the swollen tweed
cradling a false pearl
a ceramic seraph
with an astray for a brain
- and I don't care about these things
Why do they remain so clear while the faces of my loved ones disappear?

A Rington's plate
a forking hairline seam of superglue through the Black Gate
a digital photoframe
frozen on an blurry orange thumb
I remember all these things
Old karate trophies
I am tethered by these things
Thimbles and pesatas
I remember all these things
A roll of Woolworth's price stickers
I can see all these things but
where have all my people gone?

In the end it wasn't meant to be.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
He survived for seven days
before he slipped away

- Richard Dawson

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Joined: Sep 29 2014
...and the End[ing]

In the Garden of Eden wept Adam

A half-eaten apple beside 'im

"It looked good on the tree",

He cried ruefully,

Said Eve, "You wouldn't follow directions if you had 'em",

"Oh, wait..."



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