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Eve Chilicas Poem
Heaven shines brighter
over the ocean with diamonds in her hair.
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Like quicksand under the ocean waves,
you can break and fall away,
this landslide so undisturbed,
for the life force of my brightly smile.
All of life is in the palm of your hands,
but you wouldn't have to see that,
to believe that.
So Farewell to the skies and the rolling of the waves,
like all things in life, the beauty of a sunset fades,
but not all things always return.
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This just in, we are long drawn out drab sentences of our breath,
trying to base a topic off epiphany's languid scry, waiting on osmosis to spark a nerve.
Crinkled pages, termites gnawing on pencils, saw dust.
Failed improvs to deliver colloquial precedence, un performed characters with ventriloquist strings for livelihood, the presentation uncanny to scintillating epitomes.
Group 2, line one, drawing a line in the sand. Out of the blue sparks a Big Bang, a flash of genius, a flicker of brilliance in a nano second, staged to theatrical dreams of sun dance wins.
Then there is me, clapping my hands in silenced tongue, speechless with hesitation in my thoughts, smoking in the after burn of rust, only the mind would know what to say left in the smoke clouds of their creation.
I've got nothing, quick sand running through my fingers like vapors in edgewise, and while I am still just breathing they just are, encircling around me like a shooting star.
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Time will change the seasons,
the endless earth and sea.
Time will conceptualize life,
on it's odyssey.
Deep in the Universal truths,
where we abound,
deep where we seek ourselves,
most intimately found,
accepting the cycle of life,
the day to the dust,
and all things of soul,
forever continuous.
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The seasons change and time dies go by,
but your heart is never gone;
you did not die.
Your spirit reigns over a thousand rivers.
You're the warmth when the darkness shivers.
You are the sovereign winds glorifying the skies.
You are the starlit tears in a million eyes.
Soft moons who echo on a treetop canopy,
the shelter who guards the peasant vanity.
Seeds who spread their naturedly winds that fly,
my heart who echoes in the midnight sky.
Through the lilacs and honeysuckles a tender bliss,
you are the spirit, when I think of this.
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Rain water, river, elements of sky
this constant flow of natural continuity
and the light is a giver and the earth feels it's warmth as it springs into being.
The force of wind strums it's hands into the dancing trees and the clouds dream up the bluest skies.
The body is just a neighbor within the elements learning the fundamentals of bird wings in flight.
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When the earth moved in libation to the skies,
her soul is as lively as the sun,
with invigorations of praise.
To dance with her is to know her life force again,
after the rain replenished her thirst.
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Love is the only dream within a dream,
that keeps the soul lively with life's pervade,
it's the thought of kindness which sees us through,
reminding us in this life, of all that is true.
Love surrenders to keep it's voice,
love is life it's not a choice.
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Eve Chilicas Poem
The seasons change and time dies go by,
but your heart is never gone;
you did not die.
Your spirit reigns over a thousand rivers.
You're the warmth when the darkness shivers.
You are the sovereign winds glorifying the skies.
You are the starlit tears in a million eyes.
Soft moons who echo on a treetop canopy,
the shelter who guards the peasant vanity.
Seeds who spread their naturedly winds that fly,
my heart who echoes in the midnight sky.
Through the lilacs and honeysuckles a tender bliss,
you are the spirit, when I think of this.
Copyright © Eve Chilicas | Year Posted 2015
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Eve Chilicas Poem
The seasons change and time dies go by,
but your heart is never gone;
you did not die.
Your spirit reigns over a thousand rivers.
You're the warmth when the darkness shivers.
You are the sovereign winds glorifying the skies.
You are the starlit tears in a million eyes.
Soft moons who echo on a treetop canopy,
the shelter who guards the peasant vanity.
Seeds who spread their naturedly winds that fly,
my heart who echoes in the midnight sky.
Through the lilacs and honeysuckles a tender bliss,
you are the spirit, when I think of this.
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