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Reading the works by Sally, Vicki, Catherine(SoulSurvivor), Ryn, Deborah, Elizabeth, and Pamela Rae, is akin to drinking champagne from a crystal flute. Me, cheap beer from a Mason Jar.

copyright:(revised) June 03, 2015
my dearest friend, do not be afraid
of the sweet freedom of speech
to let your mind wander
let your words pour
straight from your heart
conduct a symphony of poetry
welcome to a dark, mysterious world
 Jun 2015 Amitav Radiance
ryn
Lesson
 Jun 2015 Amitav Radiance
ryn
Under the grieving moon
we whispered secrets long kept.
Beneath the roaring waves
that drowned us as...
we quietly wept.

We spoke in hushed tones
of promises made to last.
Our cracked voices
melded with the echoes of a time...
of a fond memory in the past.

Water in our mouths
with words we jousted and lunged.
Heard only as hapless gurgles
and inaudible whimpers.
Unparried speculations
unsheathed and then plunged.

We cupped our wounds and retreated
knowing that we each drew blood.
We kissed with our eyes,
broke down walls
and welcomed the flood.

We wiped our cheeks
now smeared hot with tears.
Where did we err?
Who do we blame...
for dishevelled years?

We would never know...
but we must learn.
Time had shown us our mistakes
but our hearts had taught us
eternal love that burns.
come softly down
move gently through
do not go lightly

oh passion, shimmering spirit of hope
your voice resounds

strengthen, uplift
inspire and deliver
do not stop short

oh passion, coiled conception of desire
your heart resounds

fill slowly up
remain deep and true
do burn brightly, do

oh passion, elusive love-light
your fire is water

©Jason Cole
~~~<♡>~~~

Here's a tale of
woe and love
a ballad soft and low
it shows how greed
can rise above
and how far it will go

King Midas had a
wonderous gift
turned everything he touched
into gold, an alchemy shift
he wanted wealth so much

But he loved his daughter
more than that
she, a maid so bold
she ran to him
where he then sat
and became solid gold

Thus ends the tale of avarice
Midas had the world
but would have
lost all in a trice

to save
his little girl


SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/2/2015
Never know what you got
till it's gone

~~~<♡>~~~
If in nothing
   then in all
Must I sin
   to be saved
Must I wrong
   to be absolved

Forgiveness comes
   at such a cost
Must I pierce the heart
   to come in lost

In the darkness
   in the light
In the confusion
   of the night

You can call it incoherent
   incompetence
You can call it a
   deterrence
  
Just don't call it a
****** innocence
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