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theres a  place in ireland its name is galway  bay
full of lots fishing boats you can see along the way
you can watch  sun as it begins to set
as you watch the bay become a sillouttte.

you can see  white horse has there riding by.
riding on the waves beneath a moonlit sky
a picture of tranquilty that warm can the soul.
a perfect work of art thats so full and whole.

the beauty of the bay the splendour of  the sea
a memory  i hold so very close to me.
Akira Chinen Jul 2016
Love is not a singularity
It is a whole
One cannot extract a part
Or worship only one piece
It must be accepted as a whole
One cannot only enjoy the soft warm places of love
The pleasent corners and pools
The weak seams that easily split
The lose threads that unravel with the slightest mistreatment
It takes great and delicate strength to walk its halls
Love is complex
And beautiful
It has hidden shadows and dark nights
It cries to the moon and begs for the sun
And it comforts them both in turn
Love is filled with dreams and hope
Longing and doubt
Wishes and tranquilty
Torment and viciousness
It resides in both angel and beast
Heaven and hell
And earth
In the tears of god
And the blood of the devil
One cannot claim it as there own
One cannot truely love any other person
Before loving them all
One cannot give love
Without giving themselves
First to love
Love is of our time
Our blood
Our soul
Treat it well
As you treat others well
Give your all to love
And give all your love
To those in need
Life and love
Though never perfect
Are always
Beautiful
theres a  place in ireland its name is galway  bayfull of lots fishing boats you can see along the wayyou can watch  sun as it begins to setas you watch the bay become a sillouttte.you can see  white horse as there riding by.riding on the waves underneath a moonlit skya picture of tranquilty that warm can the soul.a perfect work of art thats so full and wholethe beauty of the bay the splendour of  the seaa memory that i hold so very close to me.
jeffrey conyers Oct 2012
I wish I had the vision of Superman.
The ability to look through the clouds and see heaven.
To reconnect to all those that has left this earth.
And found a better place to rest.

Whether they above or still upon this earthy world.
Heaven can be wherever tranquilty is.
I just want to see their happiness upon their face.

This earth here seems like a sad, sad place.

I wish to have the wisdom of Solomon.
At this moment people needs assistance with their problems.
But if they place their trust in God he will solve them.

One thing that's true.
He won't harm them.
Cause he has a shield of strength to protect them.
And he's forever reign Supreme.
Tashea Young Dec 2016
Im not even going to hid it or fake it.
I Must Admit
I want to see you naked
This is the moment I have awaited
Such a special hour in time so sacred
I promise you no time will be wasted.
Its something I had anticipated.
I hope that you can be persuaded
So I can let you grow to be comfortable enough that you and I can get naked.
But You can keep on all your clothes though.
Im not trying to be no *** bro bro.
But for me can you please Strip down to the barings of your brain.
Take off the window seal of your Pain.
Bare it all; allow me to see every single crack, wrinkle, blemish and stain.
I promise I won't complain.
And Ill let my adoration flow; for you are the earth and I am the heavens pouring upon you my surge of rain.
Let me investigate the very Essence of your Illuminated Soul.
Lets take a stroll
Exploring the mental's temple losing physical control.
Igniting an Radiating glow.
shinning as the intangible spectrum of a rainbow
No longer living in A Shadow
But Being a Royal King and Queen living in The most Elegant Chateau..
Inhaling The Most High's divinity
Traveling The Roads of Tranquilty
Then Exhaling to let go of the epitome of Negativity
Sensing each other's energy
As we enjoy one another's company
While sharing A piece of Serenity.
Let me look deeply inside of your
Our spirits come to be acquainted.
As our human hearts become related.
And Upon your  white anti-blemished canvas My mind was motivated
To ask the question it effortlessly painted;
Do you mind if we can get Naked?
Theholycrow Mar 2017
Stark ipseity
Trance tranquilty
Oxidized reality
Fear what's inside of he

Hardened, weathered wear
Reinforced steel layer
An unrecieved prayer
From this dweller of a lost lair

Killing none with his righteous ammunition
A dark dancer omitted his foreign recognition
Of which I received in a dim rumination

He felled so foul, triggered the end
A sterile head rolled off to a shallow ditch
Gone are the days of the Baphomets

An order of the forgotten rebel
Who lost their way to that downed castle
Where it's said the bell tolled one last somber knell

This tale is old and long forgotten,
Scribed on tomes molded and rotten
The story holds nothing now but a ghastly haunting
I don't know what this is.
tom krutilla Jun 2014
like flowing wine painted on the canvass
framed in perfect yellow hues of warmth
each red drop, pours love from our  hearts
each sip makes us giddy, and yet relieves
tranquilty sets in with a permenant smile
and each red drop we drink feel the warmth
of love within
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Can you feel it nearing?
The cold spell has been cast.
The energy of life and death
spread its wings.
A silken gossamer web woven.
And dances around, the music
of the wind.
And glancing down, the tranquilty
of the stars.
It waits.
Winter bares its teeth to all.
white and slimy and ready to bite.
Winter coils its frosty tail,
as it coils and sways and lashes about.
Flowers are blanketed and
houses are quilted.
And as the warmth fleets,
it retreats to the fruits.
It is through them
that we stay warm and
aflame.
Bite the peach.
It's sweet and ****.
And tendriled flame
will flutter and
coat.
Poem from my journal.
KS Jan 2018
Part 1

Weary of always looking up,
of always ******* up,
of always chasing after Tranquilty.

She is one step in front of me,
and regardless of how much I shout at my legs to run,
she will always be one step in front,
so I plea and plea and plea.
“ Don’t leave me untouched”.
She does not reply for she refuses to see,
all of the agony that clutched onto me.

Constantly I am running,
I am chasing,
I extend my arm out,
and beg for her to take my hand,
but she doesn't even look behind.
I trip over Pride and Repetity and I fall
Oh she is so unkind.

I close my eyes as my body greets the floor.
Tumble down and bumble into a wall.
I do not wish to do this anymore.

Strength is what I desire,
Strength is what I need to acquire.
This so called Anxiety Wall, is 6 feet tall.
So I simply lay and recall,
a life that was never mine.

Over time,
the wall seems to grow,
is it due to my own design?
Did not know how to add more than one poem
Meera Baasuri May 2020
The waves of peace stroke her feet now
Balms her to the shore of tranquilty;
Caught in the entanglement of solitude
Swayed by the slings and arrows of  outrageous fortunes of a miserable life
She sailed in the sea of turbulence
Wrecked into pieces by the storm of ill-fate
Of persistent misfortunes and hardships
But the sea as a saviour refuged her
In its abode of silence in darkness
It cradled her with its fathomless love
She felt its hands entwining to shield her
The din of the world out there beckons her
Reminding of her ******* to the material life
Bound by wealth, relations and commitment
Who doesn't know the fragility of worldly life?
The empty, barren life which is a monotony;
A servitude of persistent economic drudgery,
Slavery of fidelity in marriage, struggles of motherhood, battle of survival amidst subjugation and *******, the exploitation of naive and untainted people by the wicked souls.
Lashed by her own insecurities and fears
Of constant abuses , she shrinks into darkness, nurturing her bitter memories of the past when her feminity was slaughtered
She realizes that life is an endless labyrinth with no way out
An unsolved riddle with no clues
A language  she can barely understand
Caught in a maze of perplexities of harsh fate of life
She delved for a way of light, hope and peace.
She finally chose her serenity in the deep sea
In its eternity, unperished,uninhabited,
By the assault of the bustling, monstrous world
To lie in peace and happiness forever
Meera Baasuri Aug 2020
Caged in the chamber of torments
The brutal ache tears my flesh,
Weakens my senses,
****** and pierces my veins on head
Constantly batters my skull,
hammer needles deep inside my head,
disbands my active thoughts to negate
Devastates my happiness,
Wreaks havoc on my tranquilty,
Stabs and bruises my inner soul,
Crams my heart with melancholy
Breaks my sanity and distorts my brain
At times impregnates my upper eyelids
Crawls through the veins around my eyebrows
Bangs on my eyes wriggling me with
Pulsating and throbbing pain
making me nauseatic
Hurling me deep into the sea of depression
To frown and fume with anger
But the chronic ache continues its callous play
Driving me berserk, exhausted, mournful
Succumbing me to the assaults of the chronic pain of the terrible headache
To be racked with pain in vain............

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