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Premium Member What If?

How do I think of you as 
the past perforates the now? 
Do I see you as the boy you were, 
or as the man you became when 
you broke away from me somehow? 

Did I love you then? 
Or were we lost in the headiness of youth? 
We spoke of dreams and futures 
lost and broken now, and 
we have lived a different truth. 

Yet here we are again; 
The present invaded by the then. 
Your voice still sounds familiar - 
the laugh, the intonation the same 
as when we were together last 

in the dimming, distant past. 
Once faded memories sharpened 
as we bring them into focus 
once again, and once again 
the feelings surge, merging 

with today's perception; 
conception of a new beginning, 
mending dreams and daring to think 
of what could have been if 
we had trodden the same, not different, paths.


secret Mountain Rescue - the Return -

Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes of Human Nature grinning in colliding 
plateaus with deep faults.
In the blind of darkness I only have your secret, inner warmth
Lava of our Souls perforates geological barriers, 
Layer after layer of memories of past lives…remember?
Our underwater games, the Raising above our Black Sea level
The playful puffs of steaming magma cooling off dreams into Reality…

I see dances of eagles shooed by a deafening propeller
I float in a basket above you: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD !!!
…and I can fly in the eternity and beyond!!!
You remain smiling coldly , nostalgically still, endlessly Majestic
As I become smaller, and smaller, and smaller
In a minuscule Black Hole where mountains become Gods
As I turn into a still, cold, and proud abstract 
in the Rotunda of my childhood Gardens back home…

for John's Contest

She said her name was Amahle

Mere gaze to her direction, goosebumps perforates my skin
There's something out of this cosmos in her aura. 
Sense and meaningful in me, 
at loggerheads trying to define her. 
Tap into my senses, the mess is beyond containing, 
melting seduction, dripping all over my body. 
caught within dungeons of my own heart desires

Her radiating flawless pigment,
complimented by her smile
I'm gasping for breath, 
fear I may be palpitating

Ease the volt, In my now state,
 I fail to keep up
The strikes are too strong to bear
Woman daughter, be gentle on me

My only crime, is falling in love 
Peep closer, see the bruises on my knees,
 from kneeling and praying for a better half. 
Lil did I know, heaven would delegate a goddess
In a human form

Back on my knees, 
Palm to palm, 
Sending gratitude to heaven
For not only listening but responding to my prayer. 
Today, in my mailbox, a gift wrap was delivered, 
Signed xoxo Amahle
#Poetic_ink

Egoism

By Paris Thulare 

It grows at home 
It Affects the other part of the family as whole
As dull as bread mould 
They catch the Cold

Relationships start flooding
Friendships start drowning 
As bacteria it multiplies 
As a virus it perforates

Instead of helping 
They start separating 
Instead of cheering 
They start starring 

They try  holding you back with negativity
So you could see the impossibility
They love to be in charge 
When the stage is not theirs they change 

When you spit it out 
They start giving you false eyes
They create Barriers 
They can't handle the truth 

why do we let jealousy rule our souls 
it has brought extinction to many hopes
it has wrapped trust with mud 
now everything is falling apart
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