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Horizon sharp but far away
Hidden hopes upon a bay
Guile and guide, but not this time
The stillness holds this moments rhyme
Captured neath a man held shape
    A sandy shower is its golden drape
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Yet to my silent tune

  “Yet to my silent tune the clouds they move, they cry they dance.”

This quote is part of the poem-prayer ” the dream of life” by justme.

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Somewhere between the stars

‘Somewhere within the space between the stars, held within the moment is my place. A perfect place, a quiet place, where I belong …’

This quote is part of the poem-prayer “THE DREAM OF LIFE” by justme.

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Love is all I need

The quote is a verse from the poem ” What colour is the sun”  by justme.

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Ord/ Words

Words, that strange expression attributed to groupings of letters, conjured, gathered, held, to form our ideas, each word lofted and championed as only of its own essence, yet tainted, turned and taunted by our own attachment.

Letters of communication, gathered under the lie of non affiliation, acclaimed as singular of meaning and affect, yet practised with the bluntness of a carving knife and the lightness of custard.

We the arbitrators uphold the system, deny the invasion and post the intricate.

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To live with love

by justme

What is it to live with love?
To combine, to commit,
to converge, and to see.
To understand you can’t change that,
which is already,
so definitely free.
To know that fault lies only,
with ones little idea
called me.

To ponder for just a moment, the unknowable,
and then fully, let go.
To awake from slumber, not by words,
but by action, not show.

To approach the day with an expectant pledge.
To force that which is unmovable over the edge
with an unstoppable, undeniable force.
To realise it’s not you,
but the invisible,
God source.

To understand that to mend could only mean, something is broke
To laugh at the image and discard it
and remove
that illusory, human cloak.

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by justme 
Emptiness surround, quietness no fears
Stillness and sharpness
a projecting on hollow eyes
It appears.

The pendulum of time held still
A motion stopped dead at its height
A floating song note captured
Between finger and thumb,
I trap a joule of light.

Man’s world passes by
slow motion, three screens of life –
future, present and past.
Everything silent,
nothing is fast.

I could touch a particle of air
See a cave of bones and echoing head
Strip the colours of the rainbows
Hold the ocean in my hands
I can raise the dead.

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He prays

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by justme 

The conscious man meets….

Blessed be you who do not know
trembling with awe
and humbly you go
Let it be done onto me you say
for there is only now ,
only this day

No riches can fulfil
no tongue can command
silence is your name
unimportant is your brand

Happy to come, happy to go
unexplosive you
like xray glasses
you see ,you see
whats true

In a crowded room unrecognised
the interrogators come
with babble and bash they leave no gap
perfect ,wordly glum

Listening, listening listening
no opinion you
happy to stay, happy to go
then a question come and they dont know
They schooled to perfection, but not to grow

Confident , quietness your lips do move
a sound appears above the noise
a look of recognition and remembering
a little gap and breath,
so wise

clothes and skin and bone and blood
is no protection
piercing deep your voice is heard
pumping heart and repeated words
no comment they preferred

I see I in a crowded room
a million words wasted in gloom
brothers recognised by true words
not from shouting or sentenced absurds

With ease you walk from the room
Widened path
they step aside
A master of all within a tomb
Radiance abound
from deep inside.

Conversations forgot when this day dies
Deeper memories will not subside
An ordinary man with no fame
Still ….
they will remember
And will never , ever
be the same ∞

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