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Transcendence

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COME WITH ME
by justme

Come with me sweet children of life…
Dance the dance with all your might.
For the day is closing and soon will be the night.
The earth is slowing and you will still lose the fight.
Light your heart upon the stars, ballet dance from Earth to Mars.
Fill your body with the wine of life, leave thy troubles, plagues and strife.

Come and fly in the golden light my child, that fears nor denies the coming night, run wild.
Close your eyes and die in me,
surrender yourself,
let thy wings fall free.

For I shall hold you in my arms, I shall protect from all that harms.
For am I am the blood from whence you came,
I am the player within your game.

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Fire

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FIRE
by justme

Have you fire my friend?
Do the lashing flames tear the flesh of obstinate men?
Do the curves and flicks, lick the calming lips of,
blessed men?
Does the fire of true memory, companion with light,
to chase darkness away?
Or do you subtly, slowly, seductively
convince it of its nothingness?

Do you envelope the frosting, shaking child, with glowing warmness
that protrudes and devours that  icy, lifeless cold
To replace it with chocolate tinker belles
Releasing lavender droplets
and sunset rolls.
Accepting nothing less
But a glowing fest
Of love.

Do you roar from the heavens?
“I am that which is brave, I drag my fear, kicking and screaming until it relents,
For I am the master of fear and fear shall never be my master”

Do you whisper to the wind?
“I am love and though love leaves me I shall always await it’s return
for love and I long for each other, we are as rain and the river”
Do you stand above the mountain top and spreading your arms wide shout
“I am as the sun, I emit my everything to you my flesh and blood,
I throw my coloured cloak of kindness to you, that you may suffocate with warmth of my hallowed heart”
If you can do this,
my child,
You have fire!

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

 

Summer

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SUMMER

Misty white flotilla floats the sky
Throbbing sun make dandelions heads lilt, while  their seeds await a gusty cry
Or a passing child, in whose blowing wish,
both futures lie.
Startled starlings sweep and rush and prance
with blackened silhouetted bodies, they dive and kick their dance.

Sweeping, glaring, transcendence hums,
From nowhere.
From somewhere.
Resistance soon,
succumbs.
Skinny slowing streams, remain from once upon a flood
Sucked and bled and drank and fed
The earths body
it too, needs it’s own life blood.
While shiny slimy beady eye frogs, make footprints
in the drying skinning mud.

Frozen,
Quiet,
Blended
Stone still hares, still can’t hide their musty mess
From a daylight reluctant, fox’s, stuck up nose, which points progress.
Golden nectar drips the glut of hungry bees
from pink and purple thistles with thorny hairy knees
which holds no barrier, or lock against the floating tender touch
of magnificent skippers and swallowtails as they probe and lick and suck.

A picture painting never will complete.
From soaring eagle to dormouse tiny feet.
No mans invention or false progress will ever create or see.
The glorious summer day available
For us and them,
to you,
from justme.

∞

Credits: © cmc; All rights reserved

Enchantment

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ENCHANTMENT
by justme 
Dance with me, oh child of God
For love has left me and enchantment took it’s place.
Spin me not but look upon mine face
For love has danced with me, yet love forgot
Love looked upon the rose as beauty full of innocence
Yet love forgets me. I too don’t know
What the wind has whispered
I wish to know, but love forgets me now
Only love knows how,
Or why,
Or when,
Or best
I feel the wind, yet I know not what it says.
I cling to life
I fear,I cling no more.
I slip upon the thorn and life slips away from me
I look upon a mirror with no reflective face
For love has left me and enchantment
took it’s place.Yet, once upon a time, in the land of dreams
All fell still
The earth made way and gaped with longing love
The crust of life broke free
The rose was me and I was you and we were one
I could only, just be.
Once upon a time In a land
Where the minute stop and the blind can seeThe wind whispered and I heard
Enchantment left and love immersed, within the rest
And the rose was swallowed and
Destiny fulfilled,
My simple, enchanted quest.
For love.
∞
Credits: Poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

To live with love

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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.

∞

Credits: poem @ justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

China Moon

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CHINA MOON
by justme 

….and rested her, her China hand and China eye.
With gentle touch and trembling tear.
Lift he love upon himself, smooth glowing skin, slipped a sigh.
The earth it crumbled, fled of the fear.
As man and woman, no breath as near.
…and he rested her, upon a cloud,
Whispered words, their love, their shroud.
Womb of God.
Stem of life.
Man and woman.
Man and wife.
Of alumni and alumnae
That night they slept the rainbow
And the angels,
They did cry….

∞

Poem read by the author

Credits: Poem © justme; Image:@ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved


Colour of love

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COLOUR OF LOVE
By justme 

What colour is the sun my friend ?
I feel its warming glow surround and comfort me.
I feel its heat wrap around me .I feel its love. Yet sometimes it loves too much.
If I were not blind I would know if what I see is true.
That I am sad to say will never come true.
For I am a man born without eyes.
And in my heart are endless cries.
To know.

What colour is the wind my friend?
Is it the colour you call orange and blue?
Its cold sharpness stings my skin,
Yet sometimes it is my welcome guest,
When the sun fires me with its summer dress.
What colour are these fields of grass?
To you its simple but to me alas,
its colour is of no significance
But sweet soft lushness holds its magnificence.

What colour is your eyes my love?
Your hair and dress and loveliness’
It’s an intriguing story of which I guess.
But love you tell me, holds no colour. We are equal.
Love is all the colours and yet is none.
It holds the sun and wind and rain.
It is everything in the universe and yet just one.

Let me then forget the colours and live with love,
That we may meet at a single place.
Let me feel and touch your face, with love.
For love is all I need, and you,
love is all you need, too.

∞
justme just loving
I thought I lacked a pair of eyes
When all I lacked was to be wise.
Credits: poem © justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Love

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A MOMENT FILLED THE UNFULFILLED
by justme 

A moment filled, the unfulfilled
As blood boiled hot, and skin tingles, thrilled
Longing led, to a swallowing deep kiss
A moment Destiny, would never miss

The earth and moon and stars
Called halt to movement,
As the world stopped spinning
For a tiny moment.
The rivers held, as in photography
The rain it stopped, drained out the sea
A perfect moment of sweet innocence
Spun from Gods mastered
brilliance

As this loving moment came
So too, it shall pass
For Perfect came and went, so fast
Held forever as a glorious memory
Floating the ether, wild and free
First heaven from hell
Love blossomed
then love
Fell

∞

Credits: poem © justme; Image: © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Within us Without us

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I am that bird

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