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Issue: 01 (1)May 2015

HALLOF POETS

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Dr. Prerna Singla

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All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, ortransmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or otherelectronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of thepublisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews andcertain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permissionrequests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention: Permissions Coordinator,” atthe email address [email protected] every precaution has been taken to verify the accuracy of the informationcontained herein, the author and publisher assume no responsibility for any errors oromissions. No liability is assumed for damages that may result from the use ofinformation contained within.The magazine is not for sale and can be downloaded from Hall of Poets community onGoogle plus or Hall of Poets page on Facebook, or asked for a copy by writing to us at:[email protected] design: Pulkit Mohan Singla.Interior design: Pulkit Mohan SinglaLogo design: Daipayan NairEditor: Dr. Prerna SinglaContributers: Pulkit Mohan Singla, Daipayan Nair, Saskia Jonker, Helena Dias, UsaidAli, Krishna Mohan.Poems: Members of Hall of Poets Community on Google +Publisher: Hall of PoetsFIRST EDITION.

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PREFACEDear members,

We are proud and delighted to say that you have just opened the very first issueof the Hall of Poets Digital Magazine!

This Digital Magazine is an inititiative of the owners and moderators of the Hallof Poets community on Google+.The magazine is meant to give members of the community a platform to publishtheir work to a broader public and on a larger scale. In order to reach the widestpossible audience, it will be published on several social media platforms, amongwhich Facebook, and it will also be available as downloadable pdf. Every twoweeks a new issue of the magazine will be released, consisting of some 35 poemswritten by different members and selected by the owners and moderators of theHall of Poets. There are no specific established criteria for the selection of thepoetry, although of course we will be looking for poems that really stand out inquality and delivery. Other than that there may be several reasons for selection,like for instance a theme issue of the magazine. We will always contact theauthors of selected poems personally to inform them and ask for their consent topublish their work in the magazine. We will keep all our members informed aboutpossible upcoming themes or events regarding the magazine, on the official Hallof Poets community page.

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We are very much looking forward to a succesful continuance of this creativeadventure and wish you all the best of luck getting selected. May your pens andinspiration flow abundantly!!

Have a wonderful time reading this first issue!

Warm wishes, The Hall of Poets team.

© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA

Living in India.A Dental Surgeon, an Entrepreneur, a Writer, Bloggerand Poet by profession. Working as Creative Head atLavita Palace, Gurgaon, Haryana. India.

Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, Founder & Owner of HALLOF POETS.


Living in India.Master's in Interior Designing, an Entrepreneur, aWriter,Blogger and Poet. Working as Owner atLavita Palace, Gurgaon, Haryana. India.

PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, Owner at HALL OFPOETS.

Living in India.An Electronics and Communication Engineer. A poet,writer and a blogger by profession.

DAIPAYAN NAIR, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

about the owners

KRISHNA MOHAN, Moderator at HALL OFPOETS.

Hi I'm Krishna Mohan, originally from India, now inUSA. I seek answers to the basic questions:1. Who am I?2. Why am I here?3. What is the I that defines my identity?


living in the Netherlands. I dedicate my life to love and awareness, which isreflected in both my profession as an awarenesstrainer/psychotherapist, as well as in most of my poetry.My life motto: "love is the absence of judgement"!

SASKIA JONKER, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

living in Portugal. I love life, I love science , really knowledge addict, I lovepeople and I love what's there but cannot (yet) be known. I hope you will better know me as times goes by ...

A little bit of the child I was and still is inside me

HELENA DIAS, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

MaldivianBorn and currently living in Republic of MaldivesProfession: Working in Tourism and Hospitality IndustryHobbies: Writing, Travelling And Music

USAID ALI, Owner at HALL OF POETS.

Journey to splendid reading ...

Photography © Daipayan Nair


In a rosy garden I met a Guy with purple eyesSkin like a pale moonLips like tulips bloom

He smiled at meAs I looked at him

What citizen are you”, he askedI saw the crystal globe he clasped

“Hi I am Planetan”, I saidPlanetan???

“I am the citizen of the planetI see all earth as land, all men James and Janet

All sky as blue, All Plants green All waters wet, all creatures being

I see diversity in unityAnd unity in diversity

For me, I live on the planet And nothing divided by man

I am a PLANETAN!!”

PLANETANBy Dr. Prerna Singla

Poem & photography © Dr. Prerna Singla, 2015Design © PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

I sleep with you because I love your bodyThere is no fascination about you or your AudiI have a specific liking towards hairy menLuckily you fall into my choices of denKissing you is my best Sunday hobbyAnd getting loved in the visitors lobbyI know you like me just like I doBut you don’t know about my level of insanity towards youI am a woman and I have a lustBut I am not a stalker you must trustDon’t confuse my lust with your so called movies loveYou are my buddy just like a sweet doveI know we are together since many yearsExcept your body I still don’t like the voice of yours in my earsI know I am straightforward and somewhat meanBut I am frank towards my choices and I don’t act like a queenI don’t need your gifts and cardsI will not make you run after me in long yardsGirlfriend boyfriend game is not my policySo you don’t need to do any kind of courtesyIts better we should be buddies foreverTill the time you say no more neverSex is not dirty so don’t feel badIt’s just a body need so don’t be madI know you have plans to marry me but my rejection has made you sadBut seriously you are not a husband material ladI am tired of explaining you the reason why I am with youThats why i have not asked to buy me anything newI hate your job so your lifestyleBut for doing sex with you I can even walk a mileForgive me dear if I hurt you in anywayI know woman’s lust have triggered your ego that what you cannot sayMen can do countless affairs and still are called CasanovaAre we supposed to kill our body need and survive on the yoga?Woman should respect their lust just like they respect himLoving someone’s body is being selfish towards your desires which iscertainly not a sin

I LOVEYOURBODYBUT IAM NOTA SLUT

© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015Poem © PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

By Pulkit Mohan Singla

Full of smiling starlightThe blue gleams bright

The hand portrays a stretch To free the Rose from its battle

With the thorns it fights!

The splashes of the running brooksThe Moon with its charming look

Flowers of love..The heaven showers for you

On this flowery bedBeneath the heavenly shed

The hand portrays a stretchA love waits to be fed

Full of pleasurable ridesThe circus of love looks at

With all its mightThe lips portray a stretch

To free the Raven from its battleWith the melody it fights.

A yes, a noAn approach, a deny

The passions pineFor a beautiful hug

The soothing zephyrs tryTo be a drug

A drug inhaled by you and I!

Poem © Daipayan Nair 2015

In the hearth of desiresGlows a passionate fire

The cocaine of loveEntices my sight

The amours portray a stretchTo free the gem from its battle

With the treasure it fights!

In this dreamy wildLets tangle!

Lets enjoy the flightThe fireflies orchestrate the light

As your -scape lures my sightA drug you are my love!

A drug of the night.

A DRUGBy Daipayan Nair


... EVER MORE.

And so, beloved, should you find this when I'm gone I know not how you fare... As my soul feels shallow at the mere thought of being parted from you on my journey to the hereafter Whatever light I may encounter, there, (my mind yet fails to grasp even the possibility of a glimpse) I shiver to fathom the darkness that our being separated will bring about

Fear not the emptiness though It is but void, filled with my undying love A love fuelled with the depths of both our souls entwined One would not exist without the other Nor will it ever again Indeed I wonder if it ever really has? My very core covenanted to breathe your breath And bestow my kiss, or even the memory of it, to bring you to the realm of infinity

Immersed in your being I lived, be assured my love, with non imaginable ecstasy And immersed in my being you shall never be forsakenSo fare well beloved, as you are in my heart, when I feel the light from yonder call insistently We are all !

P.S.: I love you!

Poetry & photo © Saskia Jonker, 01/18/2015

Author's note: this was written for creative purposes only. I am fine!

By Saskia Jonker


a glimmer of sky

lazy sunsets fall asleep

a goat seeking for cistus

wind whispering moans

a melodic stream runs

the goat eats

the blue is sky

the sun never dies

the stream washes stones

the goat drinks water

the wind and water dance

sitting on a stone

looking at the goat

smelling a cistus

hearing the stream

shining at dusk

Naked, here I am

HD©2015

MEBy Helena Dias



A THOUSAND KISSBy Usaid Ali

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you have set me freebut i shall seek my universeat your lotus feet washedby my tears that have broken their banksand i'm crying withjoy uncontrolled;blue fire of joyrising out of soulin forms curvilinear;lines even tangential;i'm atomic, eternal energy;i'm everlasting, arcing pulse;you have set me free, nirvana;without death; weeping in joy;i'm free; i'm the universe.i'm milky way, canopyi'm the tears, starsraining on myselfi'm free, freeforever ofme, mine;entirelyfreed;eyeseyeI_

Poem ©Krishna Mohan 2014

iFreedomBy Krishna Mohan



And here flows the ink in the

GoldenChain~

love is a whisper within a tender kisslove is a lisp on lovers' lipslove is God created to charmlove is a fantastic eternal rhyme.

love is a gentle breeze in summerand in springlove is the silence of stillness when all else had failed to stinglove is a wink from a starlove is a gentle cry from afar.

love is youlove is me in youlove is melove is you in me

love is an eternal surprise love is the epitome of surmise.

Love is...By Shadi YacoubShidrawi

Gently fallswondrous Lightupon a silent place in youan often unknown sacred space

An eternal stream silently ripples withinSends wavesof living wateron your cherished dreams

Wakes up yourawarenessand your life glistens againas you have often dreamt of it.

Poem ©Heike Wolf-Mueller, 2015

Poem & photo © Shadi Shidrawi, 2015


GENTLY FALLSBy Heike Wolf-Mueller


Oh Goddess of eloquenceDaughter of Zeus Bestow your gift of love upon me

Feel the warmth of my heartShare your passionate melodyTouch the depths of my soul

Oh Goddess of musicSister of ClioSing your beautiful song

Soothe my savage yenCaress my restless spiritFeel my love within you

Oh Goddess of poetry Mother of Orpheus Dance your hypnotic dance

CALLIOPEBy: Ero Zeno

Charm the writhing serpentShine your blessed light Bring dawn upon my darknessOh Goddess of songDaughter of MnemosyneCall my name at sunrise

Hear my faithful prayerGuide my devoted words Accept me into your soul

Oh Goddess of dance Sister of UraniaHold me in the shadows

Take my heartbeatAdd your ecstatic voiceCreate a symphony within me

Oh Goddess of the MousaiMother of LinusThou art my lovely muse

Thirty years have passedI saw beauty here

Marine ply delaminatingTorpedoes away

Empty tubes

Thirty years have passedEngines shudder to stillness

Settling in the mudNeglected and abandoned

Beast of war

Sixty years have passedWhere lies my M T B ?

It is not hereNot sunk

Cleaned away

Photography & poetry © Bill Bows(Nom de plume), 2015

© 2015, Erozeno


Fragile caresses Of the breaking breeze,Blends the earth and the sky With innocent kisses .Your touch Aborts a sorrowful mystery,Bringing into limelight,Spectacular sprees.

Peacock that is,Spreading love.Pathetic fallacy,Do they belong. You tacit My every next,Utopian patience Possessing, For me you wait.

Tender wavesRipples seas womb,Crowning themRadiating looks.You conjureA separate ecstasy,As we are juxtaposed On a never ending melody.

For song, is the lyrics.For peacock, is the peahen.For earth, is the sky. For sea, is the wave.For you, I am.

FOR YOU , I AMBy Ananya Nath

Look into her eyes of oceans and seasYou will find the beauty of azure tears

With them she bathes her shoresAnd licks wounds on her skin

Look around at her woods and fieldsThey are her pores through which

She breaths the world with its imperfectbeauty

Deformed by human presence

Look up to the sky of her soulShe weeps by rains and grieves by windsHowever, you will find peace, tranquility

And pacification in it

© Ananya Nath, 2015

© Maryana Morilyak, 2015

DEDICATED TO EARTH DAYBy Maryana Morilyak

Surmise... you think you know me?

Chastised... as I was not bourgeoisie

Despised... because I did not agree.

Surprised?

I don't do bended knee!

Contrived... I'm not into fakery

...derived easily from when you

emceed

Denied... despite raw ability

...prized so highly was, to me, that

degree

Incised... but I began to clearly see

...disguised the shame deep within

me

Strived... so hard, using only my

esprit

Survived... and I'll thrive... as my

mind is free!

I MADE ME!By:Debbie Green Razey

My faith in myself is faded.My efforts pale when comparedto poetic peers; deflated.Maybe I'm simply impaired.

Have I the deep vision andstrength?I once felt a certaintude... Daunted by the journey's truelengthI seeketh some fortitude.

Perhaps, instead, it is dharmacalling again; destiny...Working collective karmaleft me unsure: who is me?

Within me, a restless stirringa pure enigmatic sourceFeathered wings within arewhirring... Transform! The natural course.

I see my powerless Ego;smile at its need to be right!I ask, "From here, where shall wego?" as my wings spread toward flight...

EPIPHANYBy Joanne Dragonheart


© Debbie Razey 2015

© Dragonheartsong(Joanne Dragonheart) 2015

SMUGGLERS OF GINBy John Martin


Would you mind?

you and me

our feet in the warm sand

you and me

the sound of waves

you and me

drowning

just the two of us

would you mind?

"WOULD YOU MIND?"

By Ink Stitution(Google + Hall of poets)

Photography and poem © inkstitution | inkinthewell 2014

Photography & poem © John K. Martin, 2015

FROM AFARBy Malintha Perera


from afar,blurredamong the clustered trees.Throbbingto an ancient drummade from the shiny skins ofmelted dry leaves,it was an oasis to soak my feetafter a long walkamong the rubbleof a slayed monastery.

Dragonflies were surfingbarely touching the waters.Maybe they were lulling thememories from springing out,keeping them hidden from thosewho came here,full of baggage,not bothered to relieve theirweightand wash their feetthat only knew what they hadbeen walking on.

The ant hills were undisturbed inmost places.The dry leaves uncrumpled as Iwent deeper.Its inexperience stung meunzipping my heart and Iunleashedwhat I had been feeling from themoment I stepped in itsboundary.

The rocks held me in their closedknuckles.I don’t know for how long Istayed,floating in the deep stillnesswithout any stroketo swim against the current.I felt the turnings of the earthbeneath my feet.The trees enlargedand the pond was an oceanwithout gestures.I was a grain on their bankssunk in a landscapeof stillness...inhalingand exhaling,inhaling and exhaling.....

Poem © Malintha Perera 2015

COMMUNINGBy Luke Normsy


My SoulI look into my soul,there's a gaping hole,I feel a void,and it does nothing to hide.Simply keeps resurfacing,I can't seem to figure what's missing,the demons keep coming back,so much,but so much I lack.From myself innumerable times I feel distant,and there's much around me that I resent,I feel like I don't belong,and this feeling's pretty strong.There's ought to be something that I could do,about this turmoil,but all's falling through,falling through,the gaping hole,the one, The one in my soul.

MY SOULBy Seema Tabassum

Poem & Photography ©IM, 2015

Poem & Photography ©Seema Tabassum 2014

I dare not open my eyes to seeFor the burn of you still remainsWhen once you looked into my soulAnd stole all that it contains

Never shall I know another loveFor none can elicit my sweet desireYou are the heat that burns withinThe eternal flame that lights my fire

You held me captive in the nightAnd consumed me within your soulHunger spilled forth from the heavensThe burn intensely took its toll

In a fury of passion we rose on wingsAnd the atmosphere did shakeAnd as the shudders rippled deepThe earth below did quake

Tenderly you singed my feathersIn the most ardent love I’ve knownAnd deep within you left your markAnd so in turn you own

Swirls of heat upon my skinEtched beautifully like cursive scriptUnder skin you kissed me deepAnd in your spell I slipped

You wrapped me in your holy embraceAs we held tight amongst the starsPassion heated and lightning struckAnd cauterized both our scars

Now there is no other I can hold Within my feathery embraceFor it is only when you hold me closeI exhale in Heavens grace

CELESTIAL LOVERBy: Elusive Me


A FLOWERBy Jen O

© Elusive Me, January 2015.

A FlowerWrapped in a Cocoon

Once resembling deathIs now a beautiful bloom

While it hibernatesAnd looks as if it has died

It is fully alive on the insideWaiting to break free

Death blooms so beautifully

Poem © Jen O


Take my love.Hold me close to your heaving breast,let my temple rest upon the beating rhythmin your sighing chest.Will she feel this swimming touchfalling gently to her sounds,deep from within the groundthis pounding as one,loves dance has begun.Scenting her glowing skinwarm, moist from her silken heatwhere my taste beginsto rain down, I unravel her woven gate.Musical spells her melting bodyunder my strong hands she gyrates.I send her my pulse, her freedom migratesbeyond the delicate breach,her accepting our fate.She takes me wild.Faster the intakes of breath as we are sweptto the motions of one emotionnow lost this control.We are whole, at home in our souls for a while.Roaring this fire, our flames of desirenow quenched by the thirst of such grace,that honey drenched look on her face,my heart races.Those seas of desire run so deep.I shall feed our fires, there keep her hearth myhome,yet still on my own.Knowing the reasons why she lays by my side.I rest my eyes on this dream, passing by.

MOTIONS OF ONE EMOTIONBy Paul Murphy

I cry:

"I am God."

I echo:

"I am Woman!"

Lightning strikes:

Organic deformity?

Destiny resolves

Ego dissolves

I am everything and

nothing

I am Free

SELF MOMENTSBy: Sandy Somewhere

©2015 S L Jennings "Self Moments"Poem

Poem © Paul Murphy. April 2015.

POEM

To my father, I paint you as the sea, Ebbing and flowing In my memory.Drifting in the doldrums Immortal and serene, Sleeping forever In blues and green,I sit on the shore And dip my feet,Fearing your portrait Will remain incomplete.

To my mother, I sketch you in chalk,Across a torn canvas Where my demons walk, Every brushstrokeDusty and smudged, Devoid of the colours You have always begrudged,I kneel in the nothingness Cold and dank, Praying your portrait Will always remain blank.

To my wife I paint a pastiche, The detail and shading A masterpiece, Some of the huesI will need to borrow From the darker yearsAnd the times of sorrow, Today I blend them Into the colours of your face Tomorrow your portrait Will take pride of place.

To my son I create a collage, An abstract of shapes You can sabotage, Rearranging the pieces In the chaos of your mind, Forming some kind of sense From the images you find,I watch you methodically Cut and paste, Your portrait will never Be worked on in haste.

To my daughter, I colour in pastel shades, Subtle white laceAnd multicoloured brocades, Basking in the sunlight That lights up your face Where you'll always pretend You're in a better place, I stand on the edge,Distant and alone, Your portrait is only one I will never own.

To my siblings, I draw you as trees, Rigid in stature, Defying the breeze, The roots are tangled In crumbling rock,The branches separate Where they should interlock, I stand in the forest Alone and lost Selling your portraitsAt little or no cost.

To my friends, I etch you in goldSo the creases that define you Can never unfold, The plaque will be smallBut the lines true, The faces I will polish Will be but a few,I reflect in the image Blurred and a folly,I will frame your portraitsWith melancholy.

To my lovers, I depict you weeping, Washed in watercolours Bleeding and seeping, And on your tearsI will always sipAs off the parchment You slowly drip,I will mop your faces Until the paper is dry,I will keep your portraits Until I die.

To my life, I charcoal in greys, Layer upon layerFor the rest of my days, Eventually the blackness Of sadness and rage Will become solid layers And I can step off the page, I live in my comfort zone With an empty wall,I will hang blank portraitsIn the hall.

Hall Of Blank PortraitsBy Robert Horton

© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

Poem & photo ©RJVHorton2014

There is no holy visionNo divine choice

Only you flooding my solitudeHow you saw me, How I felt

You are a portal to paradise With no door

But I will never take my eyes From the darkness,From the shadows where youshine

Streak the sky With the night of your mind

A manifestation of miracles Staggers me Every time you're near

And I lose my way Again

I would walk through Every ocean To find you

These are not stars In my eyes, And I lower them To conceal Landmines of intention I have no right to detonate

Still I know The algorithm Of your eyes Could guide me to every answer

I'll stay on this mean, free path Until I collide with you

Contradiction of calm Epitome of angels

I could paint the world, with a single brushpaint faithful companions and friendsI could pen a fantasy, with a single penof a thousand limitless dreams.But when the paintings and poems are finished,and the skies have been painted blueThe ground is where I returnTo the place where dreams are fewWhere there is no me and you.Just me, an empty room, a failed dreama pen and a finished poem.

STILL. LOST.By Cheryl Johnson

SoniaAftab...

Poem © Cheryl Johnson, 2008

Poem & art © Sonia Aftab, 2015© Design By PULKIT MOHAN SINGLA, 2015

In the Night I'm beset—as the memories wake—By the light I had found in the shadows at play,Ere the moonlit verandas alit of her graceWere obscured by the Day and its obstinate gray.

At the tavern, light swarms and bathes;People and things caressed alike.Brilliancy grows apace, but night already lurksIn corners, nooks, underground ways. And glances,Flickering aloft, fall mercilessly from grace.Wasted are the early sparks of lust.

O' the whole of the gloom—the perennial DuskThat had stole o'er a lifetime with nothing to lose;O' the emptiest Midnights enshrouded in cloud—acquiesced to the ruse of diminishing hues.

Poem © 2015 -S.R. Jones

Of the fullest allure, as the luminous moon—With my brightest reflections alive on her face,That enchanted with Evening's enamoring muse'Til the Morning last broke... that tidal embrace.

But I lust for the Eve, for the waxing of moonsThat entrust their ascensions to orbits avowed.And in dreams I awaken at last to the way—The empyreal sky... is Twilight endowed.

EVENTIDEBy S. R. Jones

One more round of fate and everything changes.Bravery now stalks among the glances;They rattle, and clash, and burst out,Desire escapes upwards, like a gush, or stake.Into the night it goes, leaving behind:Downtrodden heart or exhausted body;Two perfect choices for such a great night.

Liquor slowly breaks the gentle, tender circle;Darkness leaps from below;Coats the hearts bloomed of late.Glances are now meak lines, which other eyes unthread. They lay down; luscious or lame, who cares?Being the hour so late, and desire so frayed…

GLANCESBy Marcos Henrique Silva

Poem © 2015 Marcos Henrique Silva


There's a place in amoment

A lush green leaf beneath feet of a dragonfly

Motionless restingwhile movingthrough time

As the world flies aboutin the breeze

A place of solitude among the company ofyour dreams

As the silence rises youupon an earth cut tile covered in presence beneath your spirit

Where you look upon thedistances

Behind ...

And forward ...

Giving time to collect up the piecesof breath never had

Filling voids withinyour lungs

Breathe Breath Focus Breathe

As a treein slow growth for sunbeams

Nourished...Beneath Within Above

Yes...there is a place in amomentOne...where you're alwaysmeant to be...

mF


Poem © MarkFlood2015

ARRIVING BEFORE ARRIVAL>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<By M F Zenpoet


O daughter of Gangotri ! , Ganges is thy name

Thou fondle the Himalayas and the plains Nectar of Gods ,

Thy water's so pristine Bringer of hope ,

O thou redeemer of sins ! In thy holy waters is found

The essence of our culture so profound In thy waters pure and refined

Dwells the immortal spirit of divine. O Ganges ! Doesn't thy soul mourn

At the filth that's in thy waters thrown? Doesn't thy heart shatter and tear

They call thee mother , yet can't hear ! Heartless are they and they can't hear

Canst they differ betwixt thy waters andtears?

Don't they know who bathe to escape allsins ... -'

Adorning a mother's eye with tears is thesinnest of sins!'

CRY OF THE GANGESBy Raashi Hasteer

Poem © Raashi Hasteer, 2015

As I lay my dear confessions into a comfort of your flesh

stars grow dim in their shine and night’s dark quiet a shrill vibrates the soul in loneliness:

Each time you forgive me a sinthe world sparkles more special, right as rain so forgive me again and again… for the pain I create

is not an ambiguous blame, some soupy mistakes, but expressions, or even the vague attempt of an

expression aiming to please your heart… take my confessions now

I offer to you sincerely, I'd sew them into the seams of your skin, your edges and ends, firing hopes:

The hope that we see each other’s soul – The hope that we hear each other’s voice – The hope that we touch each other tender – The hope that we smell each other’s day –

The hope that we taste each other’s forever.

MY DEAR CONFESSIONSBy J.S Price

Poem © Jasonprice2015

What you said was,"I don't why," When I told youI Loved youWhy do I?How much time do you have?You are magnificence embodiedIn a single man . . .I was wandering aloneDress frayed and torn by side brambleson the shorelineI didn't even know what beauty truly wasThen you were thereI lost all of the illusionthat had been Me . . .And you replaced the liesI realised I'd been swimming in Self deceitSuddenly, all the life vests fell awayAnd a drain pulled down the false tideSunlight now drenched you And I found myself soaking in the LightI was scared, for all the brightnessI admit itI still am . . .You are the ultimateVulnerabilityAll that CAN beis openness . . .SometimesI don't know howTo do that . . .The beat of this heartIs the Morse Code that spells your name

It always wasAnd the discoveryOf this mystery's answerThrows me back intoThe seaBut you catch the S.O.S.You ARE the message in the bottleAnd IAm the bottleThat embodies youIt's an unlikely pairingYet, nothing makes sense more . . .Since You,I am more Powerful ConfidentLoving. . . Living . . .And the sea swallows us Both . . .But unto New lifeWe thought we might drownBut reallyThe magick of the waterIs what we forgotThe rebirth - As with the First Birth -of this story . . .The chaos of a Dream Sweetly being remembered . . .It never ends.Ever.The tale of You and I . . .


LET ME TELL YOUBy Leah Lou

Poem © Leah Lou Apr. 2015

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