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Norman Crane Oct 2020
NNE
I've a clever little friend
who guides me to
a world of neverend
where all the twists of fate
are twine
wrapped around my compass mind
pointing north
or in
or through
an acute tangle of you
th—
Poetic T Dec 2018
When I try to get the yarn of thought
twinned between the gleam of stars.
                  The needle always slipping.
From the centre of my yearning,
to guide everyone
                         into the conciseness of my reflection.
Some never get threaded but fall like forgotten tears.
                                                      But others collect them
                   holding on to the falling streams,
                                            swimming with there magic.
I tried to weave my reflections within the stars.
               Collecting everyone like a diamond shimmering
within my gaze, but they only fell making others dreams
a reality. But I still try to twin the stars within my sights
Olga Valerevna Mar 2017
there's just enough of everything for all of us to see
the beauty of the stars as they reflect in you and me
let dust upon our feet be settled everywhere we go
wholeheartedly received in Truth that everyone may grow
the seeds within our bones are secrets none of us should keep
so let the flowers bloom and plant their roots in deepest deep
respond to every petal while it lives and when it dies
remember why it laid to rest but found a way to rise
there's nothing but a parallel to draw from all of this
two lines forever moving, never crossed, they never kissed
like honeysuckle in the summer.
Colm Jan 2017
To be alone is no crime
To be strong like oak
Or to spin like the baler and his twine
Because to be molded is to wait to be broken
Apart by the falling folds of time
To be falling out beside yourself
That is a shame but not a crime
Random blurb
Poetic T Nov 2014
It is Cinders upon string
Charred reminiscence of what
Kept away the
Terror,
Horror,
Bad
Dreams where caught weaved
Into its substance, sleeping, dreams
Captured upon the feathers they wisped
Them away in to the winds,
But then that dream, that moment as
My body lay still as if
Rigor mortis,
Stiffness,
Death
Looked upon me, but then as if
Grabbed by the unseen
My back arches,
Arms spread out, fingers open as if
Feathers for me to take flight,
"Then the scream,"
As my lungs petrified to breath to
Inhale
&
Exhale
That moment before unconsciousness
Then air seeps, surges in
And the dream catcher, rekindled
What was charred, feathers ash
Now hang again from twine,
Darkness tried to
Envelope,
Surround,
Suffocate
Me, within my dream
But the aura of the catcher
Breathed light
Into my mind, vanquished
That which seeded within,
I settle now, never knowing that the
Dream, darkness nestled upon me
But my dream catcher
Kept me safe from outside as well as with in.
the other Umi Oct 2014
For a moment I had all corners of fate sealed
Right in the palm of my hand
I could explore all the avenues
And I could determine what tomorrow brings
And erase all my past blemishes
That still sting even today

For a moment, I had it all laid out in front of me
Your unwavering strength to overcome that which hurts you the most
The gleam in your eyes when you talk about that which you hold dear
The way you never talk of love in vain
And how you manage to smile through all the pain

You took me through the blossoming
Fields of your heart
And acquainted me with all that blooms there in
From a lilly
To a daisy
Ohhh the lovely scent of the jasmines
Even the wildflowers did not look so wild
For so long as they were nurtured by the beautiful strength of your soil
Their roots strong like your will
They seemed ever more beautiful in my eyes

For a moment I was not a stranger
In the land you grew up in
As foreign as it was to me
For the different personalities I met
All came from a nation of pure kindness and humility
No one fought over property
The elderly cared for the young
And the young respected the elderly
And in due time, the youth was well versed in all the stages of life including puberty

Then we took a short left
To the grimmest corners of your neighborhood
To meet those who are considered vile and most crooked around the hood
And I learned that those souls needed healing
Not necessarily that they were up to no good
Maybe they did commit inhumane acts
But it all came from a dark pit where hearts are left to bleed out to death
And souls cry in the valley of their suffering with no one to hear their cries

Laughter shared and sadness spared
Amongst two hearts that deeply cared
Was preceded by the whine and grine
Of skin on skin and heart to heart
A tale of how two spirits got intimately entwined
And a passion that transcended space and time
My lips wrote poetry on your skin
And your moans whispered a promise to my heart
I could read the desire on your neck
And I suddenly knew you were home
Because your nails built a nest on my back

Perhaps all that aphrodisiac was incited by the red wine
An evening bubbling with heartfelt stories and utmost openness
There certainly was no room for grapevine
The firm grip of your fingers on the sheets
And my fingers in your hair
Rendering each fold in between my fingers
A fine art made of twine
I was just consumed whole
By the bone shattering ecstasy of two bodies merged into one
For in that instant, we shared the same heart
And through my rhythm
I could find yours
In that instant I was thine
And thee mine

Before the morning sunshine
That pierced through the windows shook me awake
I was still dreaming about your eyes
How they resemble the beautiful sky
Above the roof that covered our heads
From a distance I could hear a flock of chirping birds
And the sound of ocean waves
Flowing and receding just to kiss the shore
But that was all in a moment of trance
When I had the chance
To glance into your beautiful eyes
Perhaps for the last time
Or the first of many
But It matters not, for that one night alone was just divine

Well maybe I totally blew it
Maybe I nailed it to the core
But these are standards to which
Only your heart can give the score
For it was a night filled with oxymorons and metaphors
I mean who am I to ask such questions
When I was just another nobody
Who took a casual stroll in your mental streets
And spent one night in your sheets
Before I knew it, my time was over
I had to get back to my normal life
And shake off my deep sleep.

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