antiquated

why is it
that i find beauty
in all things antiquated....
except me?????

reflection

what is it that draws me,,
like a moth unto your flame...

what is it that holds me there,,
despite my inner pain..

what is it about you,,
for i know not your face, or name..

is it the chance that i might see myself,,
in your eyes once again????

photo:
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regret

this regret is a river running

through night, black and bubbly—

seeping black covers me—I am

intangible but for a trickling whisper

plus an unexpected sparkle, cold-fast

sliver surfacing and sinking all

at once—remembrances,

lost petals, skim past, severed

fragrant images of sorrow, sadness,

suffering—the water is cold

and clean but will not pacify my

parched lips that, like my heart,

are sore and bruised, contrite

and fluttering too late

by

staggo lee

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youth

as effortlessly as the exhailed breath
that dissapates into the cold of the night
it came and now is gone..


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fates

oft' times in life,,,
the fates have a way
of doing things for us,,
that we cannot,,
or will not,,
do for ourselves.....

"For most of us the most common relationship is possession.
In our minds we think we own and possess cars, houses, golf clubs and even people.
"I want you", and "You are mine alone", is a common theme.
In reality, it is not possible to possess anything.
Care for..yes. Use...yes. But possess...no.

A better relationship we can choose, which takes all the fear away is to be a trustee."

Best wishes.

Surjit

wicked weekend

mirror

mirror here...
don't pass it by...
give yourself
another try....
for wouldn't it be
a shame to show...
thats all there is
no more to know...

silent knights

Silent Knights


Imprisoned by a cruel disease
Robbed of precious memories
Walking
Walking
Endlessly
Going nowhere repeatedly.

Suddenly silenced, deprived of words
Voices hushed no longer heard
Staring
Staring
A haunting peer
Saying nothing and loud and clear.

Eyes that search for help in vain
Still filled with long forgotten pain
Searching
Searching
In despair
Seeing nothing everywhere.

Hands that dried their children’s tears
Now strangers to their needs and fears
Holding
Holding
Family ties
Now forgotten, vaporized.

Hour by hour, day by day
Imprisoned souls will slip away
Drifting
Drifting
Souls in flight
Out of darkness, through the light.

May heaven’s hand
Restore thee, Silent Knight.

Shirley Allard



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repost : create...i shall

and create i shall,,
oft' times dirges,, sometimes useful bits...
it pours from me,, thick and syrupy,,,
lifes blood exposed too long to the air..........

hunger

"One child while sleeping told his mother -
Mom wake me up when I am hungry Mom said -
my child when you are hungry, you will wake up yourself !!!
The hunger will no more let you sleep peacefully.
We know well when we are hungry for God's love.... "

surjit

time

i continue to sit, and watch,
as time passes me by,,,
unable to live...
yet so proficient at dreams.....

cracked

sometimes i cannot tell,
where the
the cracks in the mirror end,,,
and the fragments of my own reflection
begin......

dream

dream a little dream.....
of me........

empty

... if they could only see

beyond the smile

beyond the words

beyond the perfect lie

If they'd only look deep enough

they'd find the cold face of emptiness

Random Magus

courage

Courage is taking a step forward into an
area of difficulty without a solution in mind
trusting that whatever help you need will
become available.

surjit

you

you, and only you, are to blame......

hard headed woman

'i'm lookin' for a hard headed woman {headed woman}
one who will make me do my best
and when i find my hard headed woman
i know the rest of my life will be blessed.....
yes. yes. ye-eas.....

cat stevens- hard headed woman

dance

they say, "life is a dance..."
i say, "come dance with me..."

in my own little corner...
in my own little chair...
i can be whatever i want to be.....

frustration

i am losing my composure...............
i have had enough...
it is time for you to go home.......

breathe

i insist on suffocating myself....
with fears that never materialize...

clean

there are times,,
when nothing short of your arms around me ,,
can make me feel clean again.....

talking head

there are times i feel as if i have become a talking head....
and i don't know when to stop

invisable

we look thru them,
only when our eyes are open...
but close them,,
and they rise like the mist..
our souls becoming one..
in this race we call human...

23 twice

wednesday 7 june 1961

Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.


happy birthday to me!!!!!!

what we do for love

there is blame to be laid, and forgiveness to be meted out..
there are memories to bronze in the annals of life,
and those that need to be rendered helpless...
nothing but time will renew the willingness or ability to live,
and feel alive... nothing....

i am not fodder for your desire to control everything you come in contact with......

shadow

does having lost my focus
result in my becoming a shadow of a woman????

the veil

unwilling to accept who she had become....
she remained hidden behind the veil of shame....

distraction

sometimes....
all we need is a
beautiful distraction

home

theres no place like home...
theres no place like home...
theres no place like home...

stone cutter

Hammering away at our souls

Wave after wave of existence

We must take up the chisel

And place it

HDReader

only the ashes

it is the ones that spontaneously combust within us...
and burn us to the ground,
leaving only the ashes with which to rebuild..
ah yes....
it is those loves that will live inside us forever....

selfishness

she feels at times
what she calls selfishness
was purely evil....

the afterlife

when bad things happen to good people

what makes you think this isn't the after life????

empty

EMPTY...

Lying naked and exposed

My very self probed and examined

My soul declared barren

My dreams slowly shattered

…still some embers stubbornly flicker

-- Random Magus

defilement

defiling ones self,,,
is no longer an acceptable form,
of punishment

worry

so the circle begins... worry plunges into
its funneling, twirling, twisting, dance
as it sucks one deeper and deeper
into oneself leaving off, only
at the entry to the
pit 0f despair
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outside

it is with increasing difficulty,,,
that i venture into the world...
outside......

waters edge

you come in waves..
part you,
part me,
part fantasy....

they are more peaceful waves now,
they no longer dash me upon the shore..
leaving me breathless and broken..
more the ebb than the flow...

leaving me, just, alone....
at the waters edge....
on the surface,
hard and cold... like smooth, wet sand...

Powerless to Hate

You tear me at times

I try to run away

you fill me with rage

you turn to ashes all my smiles

make all meaning cease to exist

crumble my castle even as I build

...you make the world disappear in a haze

till all i see is red

all the colours distorted

all the joy swallowed

you make my heart beat so fast

my body clenched

my temples throbbing

you make me repeat your name

even as I turn to run

You know where to follow me

in my most secret place

--- Random Magus

on god

if there is a god.......
why doesn't he want me to believe???

... a fleeting thought captured

All creation comes with pain.

Why I wonder?

Do you see pain as noble?

Do you think without pain can't come wisdom?

Is pain essential to survival ?

Essential to success?

Do you have the answer?

Have you been through pain?

Have you felt superior because of your pain?

Have you felt wise and looked down on me because of your newfound depth?

Depth that came through pain?

Or can you laugh at the world exultant at your victory?

Your defiance of pain!

Your joy at small things!

Your gratitude to be alive!

Your laughter, your smiles!

Your marvel at the gift of your breath!

- Random Magus

letting go

i visited you last night in a dream...
you were fine..
you had moved on..

i saw the house where you lived..
the woman that loved you...

you didn't need me...
it was as if i had never let you down....

each night

each night,,,,
you come to me,,,
and beckon me to join you....

each morning,,,
i must find the resolve to stay......

Just the pureness of an ephereal moment?

Can you pinpoint the moment you were happy – truly happy?

Can you even remember it?

And what is happiness

A sense of possibility?

Of omnipotence and potential?

A promise of things to come?

Do we analyze it so much...

.. that we miss the moment?

Can that be happiness?

Just moments?

Amber Azam-Kureshi

visionless words

tangled in visionless words.........

color

as if a glimmer of light had somehow found its way.......

color has returned to my world

All that I Am.

So much change on the Outside.

All the same Inside.

Is the line so clear,

As I dance back and forth?

Do I dare step over?

All that I Am.

Oh, I can be so much more.

Here it is Safe.

I watch the rest, knowing it could be me.

I will teach my children better.

Is it too late?

The Sun shines through sometimes.

T.G.