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Roy Anthony Shabla

no friend no love no god above
no hope no song no right from wrong
no time no place no happy face
no here no there no place to share

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Christina Seely from this place a new beginning emerges.....meet yourself there.....I am drawn inward from your words tonight....sweet dreams.
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Roy Anthony Shabla

sweetie dreams
moonie beams
patty cakes and
krispy kreams

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KathyandKatz Caraco There's no way I could sleep counting krispy kreams!! :D
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Roy Anthony Shabla

silly sheep
not a peep ...

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KathyandKatz Caraco ‎:)
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if you have not seen the earth
from the sky
you should go.

if you have not been a slow-moving cloud
you should try.

if you have not been a gentle breeze
give yourself the gift
of flight

and know
the caress of leaves.

land is where you end

but sky
is where the heart is light
and the soul is free.

* * *

with my finger
i trace on your chest
the shadow of a leaf
waving from the fig tree

then trace another shadow
of that same leaf
on the window glass

and as i am placing my hand
over your heart
the shape of the leaf is on my hand

and it is the shadow of my hand
that first touches you.

~ ~ ~

when we sleep

i dream we are sleeping in the grass
on a hill
in the sunlight

and a cloud passes before the sun
like a hand before the eyes~

the shadow of the cloud
moving across the hill
touches me
then touches you

and i shiver with the touch of coolness

then you shiver

then we are each warmed.

~ ~ ~

i ask

is this what we have
between us?

these bits of darkness,
these silhouettes of life?

with the morning
i see how easily they pass…

* * *

if you have not seen the sky
really seen the sky
with the open heart of your eye

you should lie on your back
in the meadow of time
until you cry.

if you have not watched
a slow-moving cloud on a summer day
if you have not drifted off the cluttered page
of life

you should find an open meadow and lie
in the timeless flowers
until you cry.

if you have not let a gentle breeze
arrange your hair
and whisk your face

what is there to say?

please take a leave and lie
in the open meadow of time
until you cry.

earth is where you end when all is done~
the flower closes
with the setting sun~

but sky is where the wind can fly
and where the clouds will wipe
your tearful eye.

poem at 3 am

the earth is round
yet we divide it into squares.

we live in square houses,
in square rooms,
eat from round bowls
and round plates
each at a square table.

at night, we lie
each in a square bed
beneath the round moon.

will we ever fit together?

my thoughts go around
my round head~
they fly in circles
before lying down
in straight lines
on a square of paper;

then, line after line of thought
circles out from the square
of paper,
concentric circles circling out,
the pebble of a thought
tossed into the pond
of the universe…

one night, i too will lie
down in a straight line,
merely a thought
among other thoughts,
not connected except by shape,
not fitting the circle
of the earth.

i am a square,
a square peg,
a block-head
with a round hole
in the bullseye of my heart
that nothing stops

and i lift my round eyes
to the great circle of the sky
in wonder.

when I read your poem
i want to write
i want to never write again

when i read your poem
i want to live
i want to never live again
as i have been living
i want to die
and begin again

when i read your poem
i want to be
a better man
i want to be a scholar
a poet
a painter
i want to make a mark
worth making
on the history of man

it is not that i
have been asleep
not the way
you sleep in a bed

but when i read your poem
i wake

a part of me
long frozen in the dark
wakes

as if a light
were suddenly put on
in a forgotten room
of my soul

keys

another excerpt from keys

i dream
of inserting my key
into your lock

and rotating it
until your inner parts move
with a shudder
that releases the stops

and you open
like a treasure box
like a mystery
like a door onto the night...

excerpt from keys

i will leave a key for you
hidden by the door.

do not let the locks delay you~
they are paper and string
and not even sealed.

there is just one key
to open the door

and it sings

so you will find it easily
if you listen.

it sings in key
of course,

it sings in harmony
and you will be humming

as you enter.

song for judy collins

sunshine comes slowly
sunshine comes slowly
sunshine comes slowly
in the promised land

nightfall comes quickly
nightfall comes quickly
nightfall comes quickly
in the promised land

stars will fall
from the mighty hall
stars will fall
in the promised land
stars will fall
in the promised land

sunrise comes slowly
warming the lowly
sunrise comes slowly
in the promised land

darkness comes quickly
cooling the sickly
darkness comes quickly
in the promised land

stars will fall
from the mighty hall
stars will fall
in the promised land
stars will fall
in the promised land

predictions for 2010

some things

some houses are cozy
some houses are cold
some houses embrace you
and watch you grow old

some gardens are fertile
some gardens are bare
some gardens are quirky
the neighbors will stare

some doors open heaven
some doors open hell
some doors open dreams
sometimes you cant tell

some windows show weather
some windows show walls
some windows are broken
and some are too small

some stairs go up
and some stairs go down
some stairs go nowhere
just round and round

some mirrors are cruel
some mirrors are kind
some reflect fools
while others are blind

some chairs are hard
some chairs are soft
some chairs are strong
and will hold you aloft

some beds are cozy
some beds are cold
some beds embrace you
and stories are told

some clothes are cruel
some clothes are kind
some adorn fools
youd think they were blind

some friends are here
some friends are gone
some friends will find
the place they belong

some friends are cruel
some friends are kind
some friends will love you
to the end of time

some things are friendly
some things are foe
some things are perfect
but you just never know

some things are heavy
some things are light
some things will hold you
all through the night