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1
the teacher says
give me a sentence
anyone, quick
with the word
“beautiful” twice…

Angelic  Mike
sings his response:
My father always says,
“Beautiful day, makes one beautiful too”


2
the teacher applauds
and so does the class
everyone’s heart warms to the core;
and teacher points to Wild Danny
“Give us one, Danny,” she says

3
“Oh,” says Danny Wild,
*“last evening at our dining table
my sis in high school
she said she’s with baby
and she doesn’t know who;
and my daddy he said:
'Beautiful…****** beautiful'"
...another online joke that was languishing in foul company, now transformed almost like Angelic Mike would do...
That camphor light, in your tranquil eyes,
revealed everything I searched all my life,
all those fantasies that gave sleepless nights
how they all reduced to naught and ashes!
when,  first  we stood, lost in each other's eyes
moments flew excited like butterflies in thousands,

          From the light, I realized, life began its journey first,
             when the voyage reaches its last port,
                 the shoes hung, never to be worn again,
                 All sounds go down to a whisper and sink
                 in to the grand orchestra of silence.

                 I would see those flowers, that made my garden fragrant
                 once again, like a pantomime dance, of stars.
                My wings, never opened once, will come alive and signal
                it's time to soar up, up transcending the speed of light,
              *
Would you make your eyes sing that song of light, you perfected,
              one last time, and hold your tears?

. even' .
closer    let me
   feel you,      whole,
  as      our darkness
brims full     again
with pearlised
. light .
         

Super Moon June 23rd
Conversely the tiniest thing I've ever written, so, a big noise to go with the Silence fits too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOm2fLucQ9g


Enjoy...
as healing energies abound,
our change is constant
 Jun 2013 Vijayalakshmi Harish
JL
Please one more time tonight
I gotta get right before Sunday service
Pinhole pupils gouged by beauty
I am in love with the store clerks
Ringing up ciggarettes and vidalia onions on their cash registers
I just want to come over that conveyor belt
And kiss them

Dilated impulse control
Has me reaching out into the darkness
Looking for your hand
I'm not alone
In my head at least
You lie next to me

It feels a little bit like life in here
Away from the noise and the din
Have a shotgun barrel beneath my chin
Thinking of rebirth and a god with eyes

I load up .6
Just for the hell of it

I just want to see
If I'll wake up tommorow
And find you still sleeping on my ribs
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