Often

All of a sudden I am not myself any more

Just a shadow of whom I used to be

Though being had little to do with living

Living less to do with the rest of the things

I used to think I was

.

All of a sudden, too often, you

Showed up to send signs

That what I was doing was all wrong

And you that I had a special gift

And then you , who
could not believe that shift in me

  .

And

All of a sudden the scary moments

Sacrified my existence

Turning into a tiny silly clown

At times, too often, aware.

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IMAGE: Fragile, by Metal Edz

Been There

So stimulating this feeling is

Because as you think and feel

As you feel and think

No witness comes to play

So you can give free rein

To your imagination

No limits

No nuances…

No censorship’s allowed…

This love…

Has

No agreements or disagreements

No arguments

No dirty details

It doest not get old

For it’s out of time and space

 

This love…

Is not moody

But clean

Pure

Always loose.
.

Invention

Creativity

.

That perfection

One always seeks
.

Sweeter than just sweet...

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Image Escucho Tu Voz en Silencio (Google)

Been Trying

_

 

Been trying

to change our fate

Forcing life to take my direction

Because I was taught hope is never lost

Thinking how to change your thinking

When never could I 

  mine…

Thus, you would forgive me

I would forget

And we would start

all over again

Because I was taught

 we must forget the past

Enjoy the present

Dream the future

Been trying,

Been

failing.

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Image: I Have You in My Sights by Amanda Cass

Written for D'verse- Open Link Night Week 14

About 55 Times

Time we need...

To stop counting the seconds

The hours the weeks

Months

     years and

Centuries .

Time I see 

and perceive

As the now so old

 school time

equations unsolved

On and on trying

All so much more

All wrong...

Time it’d be

So much simpler

If it did not exist.

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Tell a story, write a poem in 55 words and then go see g-man.

Killing Time by Alisa Gonzalez

melody

Everything seems stuck
in this cold gold morning
We're alone
  a dulcian melody and I
 

This music

swells up the air
  enhances the trees
strips the sun.

The morning turns looming

and solemn
  as if something special was about to happen.

And I hum

In my dream I dreamt
And I prayed that you dreamed me
As I dream you.

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{Firstly written 'fagot', Spanish bassoon}

Thoughts For Company by Geraldine (Gezza) Maddrell

exemption

This wisdom I achieve

As I need to abandon it.

But let me be now.

This moment  I praise

 I need this silence

this distance

 this dumbness.

My soul is talking

And I don’t hear.

My body is listening

And I just breathe

looking at the ceiling

I don’t think.

And the voices bounce and leave

yours I won’t long to hear

It’s vital though

 you understand

and keep near

.

Outside my sphere.

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Open_Memory One for Two by Cameron Gray

visiting distance

There comes a time

when we wonder

what is it

I like about you
.

you about me…

 .

It’s then when

the answers pend in the sky

as floating stars

As ageless as aside

It’s then when

those sleep-filled thoughts

remain in god’s hands

out of our control

 .

for we’ve learnt the way to adore

treasure and never scorn

not afraid to talk

touch and close

our eyes

 .

meeting in the moon.

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Awake In A Silver Land  by Cameron Gray

On Clocks and Other Stuff

So much worse

Had it been predictable

Once more

Disappointing

This

 Is not like the river

For

It does not get old

It’s like the past

You want to hide it afar

but so often the answers

are there to be found

It’s this train whose last call

We’ll never 

ever get to

Running too slowly 

and so fast

And the time I moved 

at dusk

While setting the clockhands

To get the hour:

Seven were ahead.

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Image >  by Google

dulcet call

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She found me first

While looking for her

Was really I…?

My name echoed

   through thick stone

Got not petrified

Instead,

   identified

She was there

In every corner

Observing

Granting

Praising me

Inevitably trying to dodge

That I heard that soothing word

Which is my sobriquet

Through her enlightenment

Sweeter voice

That of hush and amity

Haven and heaven

Fugue and abide

And no anticipation.

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