Sunday, July 22, 2012

Meditation (For Short Story Slam Week 23)


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Between the perceptions
of wrongdoing and right-doing,
there is a space,
where we can share,
and I will see you there.
.
When the fruits from the tree of knowledge
are plucked and laid down on earth,
The universe becomes speechless,
Reasons, language,
and everything else makes no more sense.
.
Everyone is different, and talent limitless,
Uniqueness makes the world beautiful daydreams,
Find your own orchards to glitter,
July clouds under bitterish raindrops halt friends
so that they don't litter.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Twenty Three Summers




Twenty three summers ago,
We made contact
under a pleasant rain,
We held hands
laughing around the nameless lake.
.
Now, the winds are silent.
.
My hair is cut short,
I let go of my long braids, so
that you don't have to dishevel it.
.
My smile is soft,
I bind it so that
you know I'm in control.
.
My sorrows are heavy,.
I release them from time to time
so that you can anticipate the traces.
.
My heart is fragile,
I seek your hands.
.
Face to face,
Together, we go through the night.
.
Twenty three summers' partnership,
We know that, love, refined love,
is still burning.


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