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    GLASS PERSPECTIVE

     

    We will go unnoticed, just like the radical, or just necessary, prophetic question marks, which sooner or later it would be good to display on the walls of every Era. Time hesitates in strange places that you. the living simulates a silent sound, because no one complains about their past or present memories or themselves.

    Gestures tend to blur together if we are not careful who belongs where; sea ??and desert would increasingly reclaim their place, not only where they sinned. Relationships reminiscent of the devil are pitiful in everyday life, because the forms of conscious escape could not emerge for each individual.

    Among falling star-loves, meteor shower-universes, Man can increasingly be pushed out of concentric, spiral circles, even from places where he prevailed abundantly before. Liquidated Jöv?, or is it just the written-off past, which can surely still tempt you to selfishness?! Contemplating secret Apocryphal possibilities, there i...

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    HALFWAY TO CALCULATION

     

    There is an ominous drumming in his heart, boundless vulnerability gnaws. Those who are left alone for good have neither time nor anyone. Twilight dips its richly golden-tipped feather into the undressing of seasons when autumn comes again. He who is left alone can no longer be comforted by either the living or the dead. Unread Apokfif moves hang on the walls of Time; our memory moments gradually become denser: do you bind up the bleeding, punctured wounds of your cells voluntarily or out of pity?!

    The one who is left alone, the mournful admission reflects: he has always stood alone in the face of the threatening World. The Indian wind of times is only a fragment of his memory. An unprincipled defense and defiance alliance cannot serve with sufficient impartiality to create new relationships.

    Creating a sacred protection system out of friendships is almost totally impossible. He who is left alone, let his voice be a tame knock, his gaze a hard fl...

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    BUS ART

    Just Imagine

    Picture toy scale bus models into sculpture

    Multitude of the open highway

    Toy buses made into a work of Art

    The bus showcase start

    Placement and Arrangement

    Aligned into a design

    The creativity totally defined

    Toy buses of all kinds

    The concept genuine

    Bus Collection into Art Sensation

    The thought in what can be made

    Who would have ever thought toy buses sculpture into Art?

    All the detail and formation choice

    Different approach from everybody else

    Bus Art with the view out

    Art enchanted

     

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    AN INCREDIBLE SACRIFICE

     

    While we live, we are constantly tossed, swayed, rocked by the ferocious melody of permanent uncertainty; we were suspicious, we remain, we will be, because we constantly waste what is only apparently ours, or because we greedily, manipulably-cowardly consider ourselves more important than everyone else. No one can know the moral demand imposed on their common sense anymore; to measure, he deliberately forgets the one who was protected by an inside deal, and then betrayed himself.

    Or was all his appearance just a mistake?! Average age can be represented by the general condition of public hospitals; a multitude of wretched, petty rat-gnawed puss reeking of urine and faeces. Those who have been surrounded by a lush, nomadic state, now also look at their lives in thirds, and they are not even interested in the dog, who once unexpectedly collapsed in the doctor's office with a ticking heart attack.

    - When we no longer know where else we should go...

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    LUCIFER WAYS

    Corrupt Behind

    Evil Crave

    Loss in Darkness

    Fire of Hell

    Captured under an Evil Spell

    No soothing refreshing Well

    Burn on

    Army of Controlled Souls

    In the mist of it all

    Never light

    Corrupt and Conflict mount

    Everlasting count

    Evil established

    No return

    Eyes so Bloodshot

    Lucifer’s tied knot

    All a Plot

    Journey to Bottomless

    Totally Endless

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    Extinct celestial bodies

     

    With connection, the dead material is no longer bound. Before the blinded, pure light can be released for good, it lingers and lingers in the intermediate transition...

    Life, as the insured unknown, already regularly holds its victims, both guilty and innocent. It is arranged and grouped into life-cells, which are certainly illuminating and weightless.

    In tangled nets of nerves, tangled in a dense mass of thoughts, the formula for staying alive is becoming less and less clear. Who knows if there is and could be a fixed point in Existence, if the whole thing already falls to its starting atoms?!

    They all carry blind stars above their throats that can kill anyone sooner than the changing of the seasons or a freed breath. Even in his weakness, he continues to weaken, the coward is forced to deliberately humiliate himself.

    Only the poor in spirit floating on the border can be happy and satisfied. One by one, old people and fetuses...

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    The Best Poems of Michael R. Burch (HM-5)

    The Composition of Shadows
    by Michael R. Burch

    “I made it out of a mouthful of air.”—W. B. Yeats

    We breathe and so we write; the night
    hums softly its accompaniment.
    Pale phosphors burn; the page we turn
    leads onward, and we smile, content.
        
    And what we mean we write to learn:
    the vowels of love, the consonants’
    strange golden weight, each plosive’s shape—
    curved like the heart. Here, resonant,...

    sounds’ shadows mass beneath bright glass
    like singing voles curled in a maze
    of blank white space. We touch a face—
    long-frozen words trapped in a glaze

    that insulates our hearts. Nowhere
    can love be found. Just shrieking air.

    Published by The Lyric, Contemporary Rhyme, Candelabrum, Iambs & Trochees, Triplopia, Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Magazines (UK), Hidden Treasures...

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    GRANDMOTHER AND GRANDSON CONNECTION

    Prayer

    How to approach

    Kneel and Spoken Word

    Spiritual Virtues

    Wisdom Teach

    Showing the way Taught

    A change

    Rearranged life

    Praying with a purpose

    Acquaint being obvious

    A Grandmother’s devotion in Faithful ways

    A Grandson remembering those days

    Praying straight out

    The guidance all about

    Talk and response

    Uplift lesson

    Praying Minds

     

     

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    LET’S DANCE

    Music setting the mood

    Dance Floor Soothe
    Melody and Tone in the Atmosphere

    The closeness of romance

    Upbeat hearts

    Intrigue Full of Delight

     The Moon embraces the avion

    The Stars Twinkle Tender Souls

    Center of Attention in Behold

    Continuation Dance

    Caught in a Trance

    Dance Dance Dance

    Rhythm Wise

    Eye to Eye

     

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    POET SOLIDARITY

    SUNDAY           THOUGHT

     

    MONDAY          COMPOSE

     

    TUESDAY         STORY

     

    WEDENSDAY  POST

     

    THURSDAY      SHARED

     

    FRIDAY            JOURNEY

     

    SATURDAY      EMBRACED GLORY

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