Last Night I Dreamed - By Jeanne Fiedler

Last Night I Dreamed

Last night I dreamed
I was in a golden forest
with sunlight sparkling
flowing trees with
crystal dew drops

The horizon was also
golden and gleaming
I felt much warmth
and love inside of me

I started running
as fast as I could
but could feel the
endless and lightness
of amber raindrops
cleansing and pure

The divine was pulling
me out of the darkness
the hues in the sky
lit up in yellow/violet

The radiant moon
spread out and expanded
its gentle glow towards
the whole space I
was floating in

If I had fear
I had no more
I was growing
into the beams of life
which took me for a
ride to the postive place

The milky way presence
making me feel like I
was rising with the
peace of the earth
and its healing

I dreamed and dreamed
I was a candle and
flame for joy and
serenity.


- Written by: Jeanne Fiedler

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Maria's Canto - By Conor O'Neill

Maria's Canto

Bestir me, Aztec Princess

Awake me from slumbers forsaken

Take me on the path to your Caribbean haven

To my existence grant sense.

Your mind is keen, shown by a sharp intelligence

On your countenance, your honey skin a godly sheen

In all you've been, as woman and goddess

Heaven and Earth will you rule as queen, but to me


To me you are the premiere enchantress.


- Written by: Conor O'Neill

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Pinup Girls - By Conor O'Neill

Pinup Girls

A pinup girl is a kind of cartoon character
With a disproportionate mind and figure.
She has this facial expression, the same one constantly,
As if to say wow, a birthday cake, just for me?

She lives in a fantasy world
In which everyone's soul has been sold
Living lives of raucous absurdity
Macho men ogle at the pinup girls in the city.

A pinup girl, upon noticing she's being noticed,
Will keep on walking but will look back with mock embarrassment.
If she carries one, she'll twirl her umbrella
Blinking long black lashes till someone shouts hey, ragazza bella!

Her walk is a sight to behold, a sight quite comic at least,
Waddling, high heeled, well tapered legs clumsily
a-jut from a wasp thin waist.
Streetwalker, but not whore, innocent as a virgin but not an angel,

She's a pinup girl.


- Written by: Conor O'Neill

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Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder - By Brian Markey

Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder

You can see it and hear it, it’s a sensual taste,
Yes It is truly a gift to behold,
You can touch it or smell it on our senses it’s based,
Aesthetically it begins to unfold.

So what is beauty how is it defined?
Is there a right or a wrong?
What is beautiful to someone who’s blind?
To whom or what does it really belong?

It can be hearing a song or a voice you love,
Which proves it doesn’t need to be seen,
Thinking of the joys of Heaven above,
What you love someone else will demean.

Meeting your partner for the very first time,
Seeing your first child come alive,
Touching the peaks of those mountains you climb,
Feeling pride as your offspring thrive.

I can smell beauty in flowers and trees,
Others see it glisten in the skies,
A joy to behold is the taste of the seas,
To all of our senses it applies.

There is so much diversity in that very word,
Yet it’s individual to one and all,
That’s why this subject is going to be blurred,
What you love to some will appal.

Beauty is something we all seek in life,
Look, it stares us all in the face
It’s a word that can cause such terrible strife,
Yet it’s something we all love to embrace.

You don’t need to search for it’s all around,
We encounter it day in and day out,
By respecting all life it can be found,
It’s a gift we are never without.

What you think is beautiful others may hate,
So don’t force your opinion on another,
Some things will lift you while others deflate,
What you love to some may well smother.

Don’t be self-righteous step down from your perch,
It’s much deeper than the depth of our skin,
What you can’t see is where you must search,
True beauty always comes from within.

It can’t be taught nor can it be bought,
You’ll not find it in the pages of a folder,
The meaning of that word that you have sought.


 - Written by: Brian Markey

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The Human Race Have Now Disappeared - By Brian Markey

The Human Race Have Now Disappeared

The gas is now gone as has the coal,
Under the oceans there’s a very large hole,
Being so overdrawn will now take it’s toll,
Things are much worse than we feared.

Diamonds and gold and iron ore,
The damage untold right through to the core,
All to be sold while greed’s to the fore,
It’s to extinction we are now geared.

Gigantic craters underneath our feet,
As disaster creators we just can’t be beat,
To our world we are traitors filled with conceit,
To Armageddon we have now steered.

The damage is done now there’s no going back,
The warming sun has us under attack,
There’s nowhere to run we are on the rack,
Mother Nature’s ideals we have smeared.

There is no doubt we treat the Earth as our bin,
What you take out you must put back in,
So prepare for a drought let the ending begin,
Our lifeblood has now been cleared.

Sinkholes the size of continents will emerge,
Open your eyes the seas will submerge,
As our planet dies with reality we’ll converge,
To common sense we never adhered.

Our oceans have drained they are now underground,
The rivers are strained the effect is profound,
Those clouds that rained can no longer be found,
We looked at the facts and sneered.

Viruses will emerge from the melting ice,
As they converge we will pay the price,
They’ll diverge as through our species they slice,
With nature we have interfered.

Arrogant and obtuse our legacy will be,
We used every excuse but refused to see,
We strung our own noose yes you and me.


- Written by: Brian Markey

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IRREVOCABLE - By Sylvia Salima

IRREVOCABLE

I won’t take my words back; I won’t take my love away
Through the season, through the hate
Through the lies, through rejection
It’s in soul, its deep

How could you ask the rain to stop
How could one prevent the rays so bright
How could southern winds not arise sand in desert
Then don’t ask me to take my love back.

A world apart, a world far from mine
But my heart never lies, nor do emotions never fade
Time might bring another, moments might bring new adventure
At the altar, it might not be you, though I smile to begin another life
Then don’t ask me to take my love back.

It won’t be same we both know
I don’t hate you, for not responding to my love
Even when I said I loved you, the respond was not the same
I don’t blame your heart nor your love for rejecting me
Then don’t ask me to take my love back.

You can’t force love, you can’t fake emotions
You can’t smile in tears, when it is hurting too much
You can’t let go in grief, even when comfort is too much
You can’t hide a smile when in love
Then don’t ask for the impossibility

Don’t ask me to take my love back………


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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THE OUTCAST - By Sylvia Salima

THE OUTCAST

The pieces of glass are my thoughts of you put together,
The thoughts of the future,
The thoughts of what is meant to be
The thought of what it is

What at hand, Is a dream of a lifetime
Its prosperity, health and wealth
All draining in another dimension
All foregone, coming back seems like impossibility

Impossibility never foreseen
Like a child dreaming of a good home
A home of love, care and respect
With time the only reality fading

The pieces of glass forming an hour glass
Each second counts to build a new life
The broken shatter of a catered woman
A woman never received by the world

A woman outcasted by her own.

- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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SIGNS OF A REJUVENATED SOUL - By Sylvia Salima

SIGNS OF A  REJUVENATED SOUL

The winds that gave me strength are now my enemy
Turning against me, eclipsing my life
The hand that held me so strong just let me go
Without a word, without goodbye
Turning cold like Antarctic ice
The heart that blends my smile, made a clown of my tears
Signs of reign, signs I am breaking apart.

The composure once had turned into cowardice
The force once gravity to all, turned to repellence
The confidence I had, turned to weakness
How could a strong woman turn so fragile
Signs of reign, signs I am breaking apart.

In the midst of the desert, I became the thick sand
In the midst of the storm, I became the sunken waves
In the midst of fire I became ashes
In the midst of cracks I became pieces
Signs of reign, Signs I am breaking apart.

There is part of life that makes us fall
Mine almost tarnished me
I won’t break the shell of reign is shaken
I am better, I won’t fall apart,

SIGNS OF A REJUVENATED SOUL.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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ARTISTIC PAINT OF LOVE - By Sylvia Salima

ARTISTIC PAINT OF LOVE

Can you feel the touch of comfort
Can you see through the eyes of love
Can you know a hug of care
Can you know whisper of concern
Can you let me be, can you let me in

Can you see me as part of you
Can you let me be part of you
You and me can we be like an Artistic paint of love
Can our hearts be joined

This is a cry from within let me in, let me be part of you

I have no guarantee in loving you
I have no guarantee of the future
I have no guarantee this is the right path
I have guarantee of mistakes
But in the end no regrets

Times we argue
Times we fall apart
Times am not sure to come home or not
No regrets in the end
I desire to be part of you.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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BREATH TAKING - By Sylvia Salima

BREATH TAKING

When the wind whispers, when the trees rattle
When the silence seems like darkness
When dust is awakened by the rain
When the mud is smudged by the feet
Through the curtains that you stir from afar
Your always there not seen but at guide
Your presence will always be a breath taking breeze


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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LETTING GO - By Sylvia Salima

LETTING GO

The spirit of letting go,
Is when my hand and yours are at the edge,
But still I hold on tight,
Is when you sincerely love someone,
But pretend they don’t matter.

The spirit of letting go
Is when in my mind am ok
But my soul, just divided into thousand pieces
Is when I see you walking away
But I wear a smile and assume I wish you luck

The spirit of letting go
Is when all I have are memories
But in me I wish we had more
Is when each second is precious
But all I have is a day.

The spirit of letting go
Is when you know you’re losing the half of you
But all you do, is wish they found happiness with you
Is when someone else heart beats for you
But you wish you had enough love to share with them

The spirit of letting go
Is when your my strength and life
But you have to build another life elsewhere
Is when your family matters
But you know with time you will leave to build your own

The spirit of letting go
Gives you no choice, Gives you no reason
All it does, It hopes each second you keep it precious
It hopes each time and day you build memories
But it never gets you ready

In the end it always HURTS.


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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SINCERE SOUL - By Sylvia Salima

SINCERE SOUL

The eyes of a sincere soul, looks through,
Sees you for who you are.

The eyes of a sincere soul stare at you,
From a distance and hopes you stare back

The eyes of a sincere soul love
Even when you don’t get anything in return

The eyes of a sincere soul saves even when
No one notices their act

The eyes of a sincere soul bleed
Even when the matter is not their own

They love endure, suffer, loose battle
Win some and yet they don’t show off.

The eyes love you in need of sorrow
And hopes while you don’t notice somehow you might feel

They risk through negative and positive
In the end your eyes sees through them hope and love.

Hoping it won’t be too late…………………………….


- Written by: Sylvia Salima

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Father's Unseen Hands - By Jason Kirk Bartley

Father's Unseen Hands

Father's unseen hands,
they lead and guide me,
down my straight
and narrow way.

He opens doors he wants
me to go through.
I know he'll guide me
as I pray.

Father's unseen hands,
keep my feet from falling,
He orders every step I take.

I know He's always with me,
uttering a prayer through every
breath I take.

Father's unseen hands,
has helped me through
I'm not worthy to bear His name,
nothing I've done.
Called by the Master, called by the Son.
out of this world, to bear His cross,
suffer His shame, count it all joy,
life's not a game.
Father's unseen hands guide me on.
Victory won.


- Written by Jason Kirk Bartley

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