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to tree limbs
to mountains
to forefathers
from your gloom

reach for the heavens
grateful
for nature shows you

look up in the darkest sky
and stars sparkle
Tears Fall-
For people we hold dear,
Or something we fear.*

*Tears Are-
Love and hate.
Something we alienate.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
If your beliefs cause you to harm an innocent
Then there is something seriously rotten in you, and wrong with your beliefs
No one's beliefs should harm anyone (including their children). There is something seriously wrong with you if you think it is okay to harm someone based off of religious beliefs. Not to mention it is your entity's job to judge and punish that person and not yours, your job is to be loving and compassionate. But you hold the most deadliest sin inside you and spread it. Hatred.
in the deepest and utmost corner of my heart
the pain is being hidden

and on the outside
you will witness
my sweetest smile

if only
you will catch a glimpse
behind those eyes
is the loneliness that being kept

if only
you will stop and stare for awhile
you will find out
that i am in despair

i was wondering
if the saying

"in the eyes you will see the real feelings of a person"

is true

because why can't you see?

that i am

alone

crying

and

dying

inside?*

©IGMS
the twin of love is pain
A lost castle
In Galway called Lynch's,
Long lost
Its princesses and princes;
The blood took its chances
On foreign Romances,
Now Lynches
Spread over the globe.
Doesn't follow true limerick style, but somehow it works.
Sidebar: Che Guevera's last name was Lynch. I believe his mother or grandmother was from Galway, and he went by Lynch til he became Che.
~~
Dialogue and Oratory Between
SPT and Nat:

~
At the Intersection of
Perfection & Beauty,
By Blue Candlight


~~~


come let us by and by,
soon meet,
under blue moon candle lit sky,
at this worthy intersection of
beauty and perfection,

be together,
contained,
yet unconstrained

let us speak of what
we see and sense,
come to come
to know,
of what does not appear
in this world easy readily,
what lies between
two points,
sharing,
needy of,
crossing destination revelations

It's said of beauty,
once uncovered and
gazed upon whole,
be visible only at the
bottom of the bin of the
picked-threw,
it was here, where, perfection
once was lost
and may yet now be found,
where souls,
singled and singed,
seek to find of,
the perfection lost,
the untarnished beauty
within ones self

from the meadow can be seen
The Field Where Wonderment  Grows,
wild is the bounty of colored beauty
then
and only there,
can oan one,
locate, judge and
accept
what never departs
a self


at the road'meeting point,
at our time and place
appointed,
arrived but come
disappointed,
crossed and creased
by the journeys
travels and travails,
burnt blind,
eyes by life's headwinds,
singled and singed,
and the mind disbelieves, doubts,
the existence verily,
of the locale,
beauty & perfection
from Feb. 21, 2015

Spontaneously combusted; collaboration by, SPT /Nat Lipstadt
'Twas for the first kiss
Reconnecting steps
Together filling spaces
A hallmark of events
Crossing bridges burning touches
Lacing fingers enhanced
A finality
Of our final descent

our smiles
connected,
a pathway molecular
a synapse over distance
thru mindfulness,
two poets embrace
their eyes closed
while opening for the last of the
first times

It was then
she embraced his voice
For not reading his words
For the first of the last time
Tracing his lips
Embarking eternal

lastly the first
was the best,
the fluids tasted
for the first time
we're the most pleasant
scars upon lips
that never forgot nor ever
obtain the same
sense of greatness,
though not for wont,
though not for want,
for such is nature,
Tis the first
that is the most
lasting

Please come back
I'll miss you ever more
It was just like that
I turned to look
And you were gone
Leave but don't leave me
I'll be here when you tire
On bended knee
Like pillars of strength
Surmounted by you
Together we shall
Be the bridge
That together bond
What could never be gapped
You and I
By time and space
Please, I beg you
Look back

look back, an impossibility,
the ******* word lock that joins two poets
at the lips, the hips, at the places
light never sees,
defies atom splitting,
defines the fire pillars
leading us through the dessert

No leaving what is yourself
Physics denies as a first principle,
the circularity of spontaneous combustion
cannot be severed ever,
and he lover/loved her from the first
teasing message, and the last
first poem kiss,
that closed their
sensual space

For they were each others first
And last
To leave
With a kiss
What words could never express
Spontaneously combusted
 Dec 2015 Joe Adomavicia
NV
i sometimes wonder why you still visit my mood swings,
left in abandoned playgrounds between my chest.
why you still visit even though the slides may only carry you down to somebody like me.
somebody difficult to love,
somebody who cannot tell the difference between crying and laughing anymore.
why you haven't left this soul,
who's bones can't seem to find enough strength to push my side of the sea saw,
who can't seem to move past three poles on the monkey bar,
simply because of the weight on top of my shoulders.
this flesh of complete brokeness that couldn't bare ringa ring rosie,
because at some point one gets tired of always falling.
i often wonder, why me.
why me, with all my chipped paint and countless dents.
why you still visit,
when this isn't the grass on other side that's greener.
because God knows,
i'd understand if you look for a park elsewhere.
a park worthy of you.
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