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I'm
breathing
hurriedly...i'm
r e m e m b e r i n g
c o n c e n t r a t i n g
trying  to  p i c t u r e :
~~ A ~~


P--lethora of trees, flowering plants...across and beyond...surround the

L--ustrous surface of the rushing blue green water...spraying...  
     nourishing
A--maranths and azaleas, with its windblown mists...refreshing.....see,

C--reeping creatures underwater could not ruin the quietude it emits

I--nimitable is its Serenity...nothing else is at par.............its

D--impled surface, tiny ripples running, creating streams of dreams...
     whispering


W--ords...a gentle massage, washing away rage, misery...like precious

A--methyst, jade, citrine and crystals...shimmering down under,  
      rebuilding, helping
T--urquoise, gently touch with its sea blues...above, under...wherever

E--merald waters, against red carnelian rocks...to weather...endure...to

R--escue someone reeling...patiently...with words mollifying...and  
     sprays of
S--alty mists..soothing pensive eyes, mind, soul...cleansing...healing  
     CHAKRA...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Placid~waters~run
b e h i n d~~me
b e f o r e~~me
deep~~within
~~ m e ~~
~~~~~




Sally

Copyright September 3, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Sep 2015 Tex Dermott
NV
he just sounded a bit down over the phone.
and all i really wanted to do,
was wrap my arms around his body like a ring on a finger.
to tell him about the times i get lonely too,
and how the only things that take up space is air,
and the echoes of my heartbeat.
and i swear to god,
i could have cried at the fact that technology only made it easier to love someone you aren't able to touch.
the drop in his voice deeper than any ocean i've been to.
but an ocean i don't mind swimming in,
sinking in.
it's 4:28 in the morning and i don't know if all this writing even makes sense,
or if it's just as bad as the one before.
but one day when he gets lonely again,
i just hope that i'm blessed enough to pick up the keys and drive my way into his arms.
 Sep 2015 Tex Dermott
am i ee
yesterday's chase
and confusion diminishing,

whew!  
made it out alive!

cool, beautiful soft morning
arrives

it truly is

a

HOKEY POKEY mother frosted flakers!

yes!

HOKEY POKEY mother frosted flakers!
you sweet little crunchy frosted flakers...

what say you?  any of my kind gentle loyal readers....
how's that for one fine Hokey Pokey... now don't y'all be hurtin'  my feelin's now by making funna me...  give it a day or two or so.... then let the games begin!   love to all... *~
 Sep 2015 Tex Dermott
Wanderer
The sun shone day in and day out
working all through the night
to keep the moons light alive

The sun became lonely all by himself in the sky
with only a few clouds floating by
Whilst the moon had stars a million
shining through the night to keep her company

The sun couldn't help but feel like maybe
she didn't need him
maybe all that effort he put in
was nothing more than wasted energy

Slowly he exited
each night giving her a little less light

She began to shrink
curling in on herself
until she faded completely

What the sun didn't realize
was that although there may be other stars around
he was the only one for her
 Sep 2015 Tex Dermott
Jude kyrie
Brilliant Black



*Inside a dark room
Inside a locked box
A faded rose
A creased photograph.
A lock of hair
Brilliant black

Inside a dark room
Inside a locked box
An empty bottle of perfume
A  lipstick tube
A woolen glove
Brilliant black

Inside a dark room
Inside a locked box
A babies ******
A teething ring
all my tears.
A broken heart.
Brilliant black.
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