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It is snowing tonight!
How beautiful it is!
Everything is so lovely!
The first snow of the year!

I was all set for bed
when I decided
to put out the light and
to look out the window.

The fresh snow on the ground
and on the housetops
unspoiled by man or beast
appears so peaceful and serene

I see a pine tree
and the upper portion
of its branches and needles
are gently covered with snow.

I have seen that same tree
many times before
but never has it looked
as lovely as it looks tonight.

May we never give up our humanity
over times of insanity
May we not look upon our vanity
but, walk in humility
May we find civility within calamity

May we find hope in our capacity to cope
May we find compassion in our personal fashion
May we find justice in the search of balanced conscience

May we find love within ourselves that we may offer love to others
May we become the truth we seek
to bring comfort to the meek

May we look upon the broken and lost and heal them without considering the cost

May we stop the hurting and killing
and look upon the value of living
May we look upon each other with forgiveness and thanksgiving

May we make the time to heal our hearts and minds
and share in a world to be kind

May we wipe away our tears and wash away our fears and stand up
to fight for what is right

May oppression be stopped along with a silent killer of depression and may wholeness and love be a new obsession.

May we find ourselves from within
only then can we be open for love
to be let in

May we see the light of love and the holiness of heaven from above
May it shine upon us all when we hear the angels call

May the darkness be cast aside where the light of truth can never hide
May the father bless the son and in love we abide

The machines lined the labyrinth in rows
Lights, colors and animations all posed
In endless arrays of enticing sounds
Like children on turning merry-go-rounds

Some people can barely walk or breathe
Still coming in and taking seats beneath
The neon altars of chance, money and vice
All gathered together like a nest of mice

The draw of the elusions and a sum to win
Keeping the people in a polarized spin
Roundabouts in sheer tidal waves of hope
Not aware they are on a slippery slope

Participating for points to keep a status
In the all encompassing apparatus
Designed to become your new home
From its shadows you will not roam

Perceived as a beacon of true light
Serving the lonely slaves by night
Souls the darkest demons possess
Each slap of the buttons causing stress

Endless sounds of screams and elations
Winning money to calm the agitations
Still they file in like going to church
On a never-ending quest and search

Looking for the missing links in their life
Placating the unbearable internal strife
Never looking up, never seeing the above
Their misery resides in a lack of true love


© Jade Anjoun

Rainbow's in a waterfall, magical, beautiful and breathtaking.

Lovely to watch, inspiring hope and dreams.

But always keep your distance when the waterfall is strong or you could be broken and become part of the rainbow.

On a frosty Winter's evening,
In a haunting moonlight glare,
I remembered perished loved ones,
With a solemn silent prayer.

There the flickers of the firelight,
Cast live shadows on the gloom,
Like the ghosts of souls departed,
Came alive within the room.

I could sence parental spirits,
Place their marble hands in mine,
As they coaxed me from the armchair,
Up to waltz with them entwined.

Yet although their steps were silent,
And they spoke with soundless air,
Their warm aura was a blessing,
Of which I was unaware.

For their lives on earth weren't easy,
In those woeful days of yore,
Yet together lived contented,
Through the suffering they bore.

Hope and gratitude they gifted,
All my worries were benign,
As the two kind hearted spectres,
Soon returned to the divine.

With the dying of the embers,
Came our parting bittersweet,
As the fading of the shadows,
Were their spirits in retreat

They bestowed a saintly message,
Scribed in smoke upon the wall,
" Always pray for fallen angels,
And no harm shall you befall."

Now it's lonesome by the fireside,
On the floor.. a teardrop stain,
And I pray my kindred guardians,
Will return to dance again.

The days are swiftly hastening
The shadows softly fall
I seem to hear the shepherd calling
From way beyond the wall
He has come to fetch the ill ewe
That lies so forlorn
To unite her with her lamb
She lost,a decade or so ago,
She has been pining for her,
Life for her has never been the same,
The ewe has now to bid goodbye
To all she knew, when on earthly meadows
She did graze,
The shepherd will pick her up
tenderly in His arms
And carry her safely o'er
And lay her gently beside her lamb
She had longed so dearly for;
Now Forever to abide;
No more heartache or pain,
No more tears will be shed,
For the place where He will lay her down
There will be peace and eternal rest,
Beside her precious lamb.

I love you
I hate you
I need you

Afraid to love
Afraid to be loved
Push most away
Scared of you

Have many fears
Don’t abandoned me
Tell me you love me
I won’t cry

Shadows always running through my head
Living with this condition
I’ve been given
My head hurts

Don’t judge
Show respect
Nobody’s perfect

I had a dream about you!
And the Moon felt jealous of you and she decided to leave because she didn't feel full, now she was half.

I had a dream about you!
And the words she said to you were of love and passion, I did not feel any shame in expressing to you my desire to consume myself in your skin.

I had a dream about you!
And I was able to love you like no man or gentleman could ever love you.

I had a dream about you!
And I drew with my firm and anxious hands the most indecipherable figures on your skin.

And I was a poet!
And I knew your verses, I savored your lines and I loved the letters that make up your name.

I had a dream about you!
I hugged you in caresses and made you mine while I whispered in your ear all those forbidden words for a true poet.

A poet is not vulgar on paper, a true poet makes poetry that exalts women eternal, and if he has to make it vulgar he will do it exclusively under the sheets, stripped of modesty and rooted skin to skin.

In my dream I kissed every inch of your fine canvas
(Wrinkles and stretch marks you say? I rather call them indelible marks of your life well lived) and you didn't stop me, on the contrary you covered my body with yours and we made love until we went crazy.

I had a dream about you!
And you were my company forever and there were no moons or suns that could separate us.

Today I left my house thinking about such a wonderful dream and I ran into you
We looked at each other in silence and I jumped for joy when you approached me and with a sweet voice I heard you say:
Last night, last night and without knowing you
I dreamed of you..."

Every heart wants warmth at every time of the year and age has nothing to do with it. No matter how cold life is, where there is love, the weather is wonderful. It doesn't matter how old you are... The main thing is to wake up every morning with the confidence that the person you need is next to you and loves you... Always be loved!