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A lone soldier walked silently through the battlefield

Bodies of comrades strewn about the hills with no life left

To his left, smoke of smoldering fires not yet extinguished

On the right, death and those who would soon join them

Gun hung heavily to his side, shoulders slouched

Destruction surrounding as far as the eye could see

Not a single soul had survived, friend or foe on the field

Though he searched for miles on the fields of death

Onward he walked through disparity and remains

Dragging the white flag of surrender behind him

What was the purpose of this bloody massacre?

When nobody is left to share in a celebration of victory

Heightened frustrations
by your hesitations
just a pre-amble
to things
that i might expect

with no presence of affection
to feed my addiction
of love lost
that I can't get back

The lack of corrulations
because of opposite expectations
release locked away demons
of blackened hearts
and Godless minds

Dampened inspirations
from a loss of ambuitions
leave a man trying times
that are hard to get through

Angry confrontations
between my hardest afflictions
that is life and you.

At night when I shut out the light, I fear something is creeping...
Behind closed walls, and through dark halls, I hear dark spirits speaking...
And tears they fall, albeit small, I feel my spirit weakening...
And though I've wept, I have not slept, my fears keep me from sleeping....

Dear ........

When I look in your beauty face, if feel like the first man
who saw the wonderful world from space,
When I think about to massage your soft tender feet,
I feel my hard bangs like the wings of an hummingbird
on speed,
God made a lot of beautiful creations, but before he
layed his work down, to rest and have some peace,
he build you his masterpiece!!!
To look in your eyes is like a journy to love,
make me hear the the harps from the angels above!
Your body is the hottest and firmest I have ever seen,
I am sure you could make the weakest man to a
sexmaschine. My longing for you is as big and strong
as a Taifun, it makes me howl like a pack of hungry
wulfes to the moon, I hope so much you write me soon!!!!

yours Anza from Austria

sometimes, I find my self lost in a kind of chimerical bubble like the molokini-crescent-shaped-crater-maui-hawaii...,
i simultaneously see my self as the whole of it, or an infinitesimal throw of the dice, a frenzied ‘quanta-dance’,
my logical, empirical, and carefully trained mind is intentionally sent on sabbatical,
i find myself ‘rhumba-ing’ to some melodious yet impudent refrain, of a fate yet amorphous, gyrating, driven yet unperturbed, the rhumba being a vertical expression of a horizontal wish...[whatever the hay that means anyway, really??? lol, lol and lol again...]
i want to allow for a composite of diametrically opposing forces to, with wild abandon, give themselves over to this thing called:- verve or pizzazz, yet intertwined with élan, with a devil-may-care attitude of consequences..., embracing the jovial and the rakish..., leaving the lugubrious, responsibility-driven, caliginous, upright and uptight restraints of an ultra-disciplined mind behind, waaayyy behind...

oh, what sweet relief, oh what unspeakable joy, oh want wordless bliss that engenders...,
being one with the deepest passions,
being one with love,
being one with compassion,
being one with peace,
being one with eternity,
indeed, being one and in harmonious tune with the infinite...

Spread your petals wide as you open the gates of spring. Your nector given by the gods, healing the sick far and wide. Flowers of bloom keep away gloom as treasures you hide. Your talisman protects, as fairies dance inside. Bringer of love with potions that cupid arrow glide.

deathly silence in the middle of Sun
Horizon spread in the hot morbid air
last flight
and Life's shadowed by
a black dress
waves of deaf sound
the agony multiplied
ignorance in heat
our race feed
marble over the empty souls
destroyed in seconds
by hand's build.

I whispered into the emptiness afraid of what I'm might hear
But even more afraid that there would be nothing there
My shadow casted fear and gave a reason for my pain
As my thoughts became like rotten fruit and they began to fall away
My lips utter desperately from deep inside a broken heart
I look up to the heavens, but my flesh stays hidden in the dark
Where silence fills the voids to disengage and disrepair
Better days let me escape and evaporate into the air
There I sit beside myself when I'm alone at night
As I listen to the melodies of the dead trying recapture life
And from this sorrow loneliness became my only friend
While emptiness replayed their voices over and over again

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu Forster ~

sometimes, I find my self lost in a kind of chimerical bubble like the molokini-crescent-shaped-crater-maui-hawaii...,
I simultaneously see myself as the whole of it, or an infinitesimal throw of the dice, a frenzied ‘quanta-dance’,
my logical, empirical, and carefully trained mind is intentionally sent on sabbatical,
I find myself ‘rumba-ing’ to some melodious yet impudent refrain, of a fate yet amorphous, gyrating, driven yet unperturbed, the rumba being a vertical expression of a horizontal wish...[whatever the hay that means anyway, really??? lol, lol and lol again...]
I want to allow for a composite of diametrically opposing forces to, with wild abandon, give themselves over to this thing called:- verve or pizzazz, yet intertwined with élan, with a devil-may-care attitude of consequences..., embracing the jovial and the rakish..., leaving the lugubrious, responsibility-driven, caliginous, upright and uptight restraints of an ultra-disciplined mind behind, waaayyy behind...

oh, what sweet relief, oh what unspeakable joy, oh want wordless bliss that engenders...,
being one with the deepest passions,
being one with love,
being one with compassion,
being one with peace,
being one with eternity,
indeed, being one and in harmonious tune with the infinite...,
being One with Zero...

The heart of man is very much like the sea.

It has its storms.
It has its tides.

And in its depth it has its pearls too.