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????

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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......