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All passions make me cling to the love residing within;
Living the sublime moments that mingle us without sin;
Feeling, cuddling and yearning as one in pure wonderment,
Existing with his graceful heart is my soul's aliment!
When the days come to push me in to the abyss of life,
Posted by Carol Phelan Aebby on June 7, 2013 at 5:22pm
takes you up and down
frequently; day and night;
either to heaven; or to hell;
It depends how you behave;
other times downward;
or even to underground !
It looks like God’s own iron hands;
who orders to be carried
either up or down;
Down to the hell; up to heaven;…
Posted by williamsji maveli on June 6, 2013 at 3:30am
Flames in her eyes,
grows brighter and brighter,
until you can no longer see it.
You feel such a great love
coming from these beams.
The glow fades, taking you with it.
In its place two small globes of
crystal sparks; then rolls back up
to the shape of hard stones;
later to become the tear drops
from the eyes once again.
Posted by williamsji maveli on June 6, 2013 at 3:24am
I WEAR A VERTEBRAE ON A STRING AROUND MY NECK
I wear a vertebrae on a string around my neck.
Don’t shiver when I say this.
I am no killer, no hunter
sporting a gory, glory trophy.
While walking the floor of a ghost ocean
that haunts the frozen tsunami of the Appalachians,
I pocketed for its whiteness
a limestone pebble.
Nestled within I discovered the fossil,
a stone seed within a stone…Continue
Posted by David C. Hightower on June 3, 2013 at 11:00am
Crowds gather outside the legendary Apollo Theater following the death of Michael Jackson during Black Music Month 2009. (photo by Getty Images)
The basic idea underlying the concept of Pan…Continue
Syrian children behind a barbed wire fence at the Ceylanpinar refugee camp in the Sanliurfa province of Turkey. (Photo by Reuters)
At the heart of Creative Thinkers International’s operational…Continue
Life ends like a game of a toy;
Where, no one will ever enjoy;
The toy of God is made of bones;
Later it becomes tomb stones;
This is a song that all must learn;
Remember, remains is taken to burn;
Human body is just like desert dust;
Our domicile is not on earth to rest;
Lament after the…
Posted by williamsji maveli on May 27, 2013 at 6:02am