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 Jun 2015 A Watoot
epictails
Atlas has burdened every truth-teller
with the map to life's greatest lies
they sought it for as much as time flew
only to reveal the path at the
hands of the truly worthy

The truth-tellers lived as nomads
anxious for the journey to conclude their wonder
but Atlas, ever cunning map-maker
never warned that the way exists
not on this physical, exhaustible world
but is built on a secret

It was to be seen through the eyes of the soul
the direction would constantly and irrevocably point
inside every truth-teller
*for every great lie starts through
the one who has lied
to himself first
so there is no way out for him
except to trap others in the lie
 Jun 2015 A Watoot
epictails
I can hear the  walls of my soul creaking slowly
As poetry went* from my fingers
Into this **page
 Jun 2015 A Watoot
Sjr1000
When your mind is shattered
Your eyes are blinded
There is pain everywhere
you go
Don't give up and
Don't give in

When the wheel of fortune
is stuck at 6
No hope remains
Don't give up
Don't give in
Noon will be coming around
again

When loneliness is
your only friend
and
it keeps calling you names
Don't give up
and
Don't give in

There are times
when life is
ablaze with horrors
but
Don't give up
and Don't give in

Those that survive
are those that find meaning
those that passively
take to their bed
are bound
to
perish
Don't give up
Don't give in

When the law's
got your name
and no payment can be
made
and
you have to go
along with their plans
that have been laid,
Inside, where you hide
Don't give up and
Don't give in.

Time only stops
once
Don't give up
Don't give in.
LOL
Today I forgot to laugh,
instead I "lol'd"
So, technically I'm a liar.
I neither laughed, nor did so out loud.
It was a platitude
It was polite
It was accepted
It was a lie
It could have been worse, I could've ROFL'd
but that is ridiculous.
So, ***, BTT I lied.
IMHO WFM FWIW B3
Copyright © JLB
04/06/2015
02:34 BST
***=oh my God
BTT=back to topic
IMHO=in my honest opinion
WFM=works for me
FWIW=For what it's worth
B3=Blah,blah,blah
~~
..
When the Beauty I See
In the Land and the Sea
Even the Flowers to be
But not like She

When the Love I See
Within the Flower and Bee
Even in my Heart to be
But not like She

~~
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jun 2015 A Watoot
Richard Riddle
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
 Jun 2015 A Watoot
Thyag Raj
Incuse your life,
With a mighty aim,
Perish your fear
And live with cheer.

Trow your potential,
Be the fantast.
Follow your desire with echo.
Because you're 'unbreakable you'.

Laugh with glee,
Be a livable tree.
Don't be dastard,
---(@)---

was it
just my imagination
that turned
the moon

sideways???

i'm looking at
the full aspect
but see
a new

moon!!!

i used to think that
the man in the moon
was God looking
down on us

but now He has

HIDDEN HIS FACE


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/3/2015

---(@)---
I'm not kidding!
What happened to the MOON???

There used to be a face in it
but now it looks different!

Go look at it!  Has our earth shifted so that now we see a new aspect?
Or do I just need GLASSES?

---(@)---
 Jun 2015 A Watoot
L
Our glass jar
 Jun 2015 A Watoot
L
You gave me a glass jar
We collected fireflies and put them inside
We admired them every night.
Only the two of us understood
what the flicker of the tiny lights meant.

Only the two of us understood.

One day, we walked down the beach
We walked by a stranger whose eyes
sparkled like our glass jar.
I lost my mind
I dropped our jar
I gave the stranger our fireflies
I thought he was worthy.

You ran away with tears in your eyes
and wounds in your hand
from all the broken pieces of our glass jar.

As I tried catching up, I stepped on broken glass
I hurt myself
I stopped chasing you
I let you go and went after the stranger with the sparkly eyes.

For a moment, I forgot about you and our jar and our fireflies.

One day, it rained.
The stranger left and I felt my wounds fresh again.
I thought about you and our jar and our fireflies.
I missed you.
It hurt and I cried and I promised
not to collect fireflies anymore.

I haven't seen fireflies or sparkly eyes since then.

Six hundred and seventy three days passed
I went back to the ocean and saw the broken pieces of our glass jar
The wounds are now healed but I still miss you
I picked up the pieces and glued them back together
I sent them back to you in a box with a bow
"This is yours", I said
I did not wait for a response.

One day, I saw you holding our empty jar
You were looking at me
I looked back, holding my tears
I moved close and I saw
There were no tears, no pain, no anger in your eyes anymore

I moved closer 'cos I thought I saw your eyes sparkle
I thought about our fireflies
And in that moment I realized

It was you all along
It was not the stranger with the sparkly eyes
It was you
It is you
You are my fireflies.
 May 2015 A Watoot
epictails
There is no *** of gold
Only a mixtape of funny songs
At the end of the rainbow
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