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Strangers No More

Modern machinery mayhem
the spin of it
the sound crashing
into Tuesday on heavy streets
the pinnacle and article of hard-working man
entering day
your eyes
vistas going blind
hard edges
soon
clouding angry
discontent

where is the truth of silence
in breaking bread?

the world is a tinderbox
the heart lonely and deceived,
there are prophets amoung us
the heart's cage open

the wave
and ocean
of just one look
within
the terror that smiles
its distance through
vein and valley

strangers no more,
the sun slowly
passing through
leaves burnished gold,
falling into patterns
foreign but recognized.

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Comments

Just a little confusion in reading this one so I will bring it back to the top of the stream and hope that others read..
This will leave just Loved and me in the undiscovered section, and Loved most times leaves mine for a while, so we will wait in this lonely place for a while, I will be in dark room two with Yenti, Sparrow and the children having a talk on Spiritual things, see you later, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I first read : the word is a tinderbox- (silly old bat with my glasses)
I thought that terrific, now I see its world.
I can hear this read out loud, it needs that.
Like post cards of reality,
landing in our minds to jolt our thoughts into sight
and understanding.
This is a message sent from a poet;
I enjoyed the changing colours and textures of it
Anna. Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

ah yes!

winter is coming
cold...snow clouds up
there today in the mix

as the world is heading into its cause
and effect tripping slowly
vaccine infections
and beef issues

we speed towards the demise

there will always be guns
and people for war
Ideologies

and in it all
through the horror and serenity
of calm

love manifesting itself
survival in all the levels
Gaulags camps
ghettos
and communities with
gates

after my travels enough
of the world
to see that man is much
similar despite language
or continent

we are wired to be animals
and gifted with choice and intelligence
to be more

and the spirit if such is within

I enjoy talking to you Kailashana
very much

Thank you

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