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myth of the myth
do you think the Phoenix
does not mourn the loss
of all that came before
flaming feathers
an agony of memory
as they burn to cinders
remembering...
remembering...
& do you not believe
they remember
everything
each moment
beautiful & broken
in those previous days
aching...
choking...
keening their pain
into smoke-filled skies
lungs thick with ash
voice hoarse & ragged
echoing...echoing...echoing
into haunted silence
whispering...
agony...
do you imagine
rebirth erases recollection
nullifies all yearning
everything known & learned
is that how you picture their rising
new day...fresh slate
first breath...
next death...
consider instead
they take every thought
every hurt & hopeful feeling
death...rebirth...everything in between
into a never ending blaze of being
opening eyes with full knowledge
ancient...
newborn...
how haunting must their existence be
when death...
brings no relief
only another cycle
through which they live...love...die
in perpetuity
always...
remembering...
haunting...
Written by WillowsWhimsies
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Reason Who We Meet
My favorite quote: "God doesn't give you
people you want, He gives you the people
you need. To help you, to hurt you, to
leave you, to love you and to make you
the person you were meant to be." ~ unknown
there's a reason why
we go thru the struggles we do
souls we meet in our darkness
also ones we meet who give us light
friends that come into our hearts
some are meant to hold us
tender touch that hugs your soul
they are who we need to keep us strong
not all stay around
come and are gone with a sunset
only meant to cross our paths
yet bring a remembering smile
others bring sorrow to our souls
heartless and uncaring of tears they cause
even though they break us down
they make us see hidden strength within us
those who luv us regardless of flaws
for who we are and for what we might not be
look beyond flaws we might have
they're meant to stay for a life time
Copyright © 2016 Flowergirl All Rights Reserved
people you want, He gives you the people
you need. To help you, to hurt you, to
leave you, to love you and to make you
the person you were meant to be." ~ unknown
there's a reason why
we go thru the struggles we do
souls we meet in our darkness
also ones we meet who give us light
friends that come into our hearts
some are meant to hold us
tender touch that hugs your soul
they are who we need to keep us strong
not all stay around
come and are gone with a sunset
only meant to cross our paths
yet bring a remembering smile
others bring sorrow to our souls
heartless and uncaring of tears they cause
even though they break us down
they make us see hidden strength within us
those who luv us regardless of flaws
for who we are and for what we might not be
look beyond flaws we might have
they're meant to stay for a life time
Copyright © 2016 Flowergirl All Rights Reserved
Written by flowergirl
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Vessels
Parched we approach
the well, enlightened
by its moist contents;
Shedding skins of cloth
exposed bodies, muddy
with ancient memories;
Once we swallowed
too much, depleted salt
from our nutrients;
Drained the resource
unearthed svelte remains
once an ample reservoir;
The innate distance
of taut wire between us
lost its staying power;
Our fingers splayed
with air, arms navigated
toppling balance.
.
There's an ancient art
of accepting and offering
just enough as needed;
Vessels mustn't receive
beyond their means, nor
empty beyond giving.
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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Nevermindthegaps said:
Seriously one of the best pieces of poetry I have ever had the good graces to read, I wrote an almost thesis on this years ago and I’m saddened that when I left as todski28 the break down went with it.
Thanks, notsurewhattocallyounow. I remember that commentary and was very disappointed when it disappeared.
Seriously one of the best pieces of poetry I have ever had the good graces to read, I wrote an almost thesis on this years ago and I’m saddened that when I left as todski28 the break down went with it.
Thanks, notsurewhattocallyounow. I remember that commentary and was very disappointed when it disappeared.
Wandering from Faith
How do I confess
that recently I sat in church
below a rainbow flag and hoped
that somehow God would now make sense?
I’m always journeying from faith,
am never quite there because
the dread hand of Creation looms
and testifies to me
that no Creator ever was,
it’s all just wind and rain, chaos.
But until I die there’ll be
a place in my heart for an English church
with that uniquely English air,
of understated sprays of dried flowers,
a calming light at old windows,
a stained pieta of the Lord
presented as a lamb in Mary’s arms,
above the recess in the floor
where baptisms occur.
I like to think, maybe,
that if the personality survives,
I’ll see two doors open
and be fourteen again,
drinking barley water in
the foyer with the hym books as
the light of that pieta falls,
and calms the cushioned pews.
that recently I sat in church
below a rainbow flag and hoped
that somehow God would now make sense?
I’m always journeying from faith,
am never quite there because
the dread hand of Creation looms
and testifies to me
that no Creator ever was,
it’s all just wind and rain, chaos.
But until I die there’ll be
a place in my heart for an English church
with that uniquely English air,
of understated sprays of dried flowers,
a calming light at old windows,
a stained pieta of the Lord
presented as a lamb in Mary’s arms,
above the recess in the floor
where baptisms occur.
I like to think, maybe,
that if the personality survives,
I’ll see two doors open
and be fourteen again,
drinking barley water in
the foyer with the hym books as
the light of that pieta falls,
and calms the cushioned pews.
Written by Casted_Runes
(Mr Karswell)
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Acacia Soul
Acacia Soul
Your soulful journey could be
an exquisite myth of long ago
but is as real as the sun that rises.
Each chapter is a pearl
from your poetic universe
that shines like an iridescent star
in the heaven of your world.
Magic from a far-off land
sings to me like a woman while cooking
and takes me into your heart
where lies treasures untold
that gleam with the powers
of your spirit whose allure
is a sienna tracks
in a season of tears
for water boughed
acacia
Your soulful journey could be
an exquisite myth of long ago
but is as real as the sun that rises.
Each chapter is a pearl
from your poetic universe
that shines like an iridescent star
in the heaven of your world.
Magic from a far-off land
sings to me like a woman while cooking
and takes me into your heart
where lies treasures untold
that gleam with the powers
of your spirit whose allure
is a sienna tracks
in a season of tears
for water boughed
acacia
Written by goldenmyst
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A Woman’s Worth
Longing for you
My heart serenaded to the love notes of a once lost mania
Feel the beating of my fragile heart
Echoing as a soft whisper to your ear
My kiss aches to be caressed under yours
Entwined fervor alluring ballads, encircle me in the force of your nature
Lose me in the view of your scent
My footsteps know no escaping when you are near
In your coveting arms I taste the blessing of Heaven’s anew
A touch wished upon in the quest of slumber
Your melting voice rattles the earth beneath my posture
Closing my eyes, I feel destiny in the solace of your being
I fall to the helm of your pleasure as you take me over the edge
Catching me before I descend
Resurrecting me, as we become a beautiful sanctified entity
The creation of my divinity you claim in my awakening
Blending your soul into the depth of my sacred temple
We speak in the dialect of Karbala the gratification of our cosmic oneness we chant
Misallocated lust, passion, tenderly washes me
You cleanse me in the ether
I cling, you spin my emotions like your tsunami
You reside in the fantasy of my bemused soul
Reach down through the rings of infinity and touch me
Tenderly you beckon me
To the encircling of awaiting arms
Young dreams of love as you step into my promise
Hushed rewards found in my arms coveting your masculinity
Astral plane unto a hushed dominion
Sealed promises of our lips we pressed in the hunger of its enlightenment
Ordained by the benediction of above to entwine our spirits once again
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My heart serenaded to the love notes of a once lost mania
Feel the beating of my fragile heart
Echoing as a soft whisper to your ear
My kiss aches to be caressed under yours
Entwined fervor alluring ballads, encircle me in the force of your nature
Lose me in the view of your scent
My footsteps know no escaping when you are near
In your coveting arms I taste the blessing of Heaven’s anew
A touch wished upon in the quest of slumber
Your melting voice rattles the earth beneath my posture
Closing my eyes, I feel destiny in the solace of your being
I fall to the helm of your pleasure as you take me over the edge
Catching me before I descend
Resurrecting me, as we become a beautiful sanctified entity
The creation of my divinity you claim in my awakening
Blending your soul into the depth of my sacred temple
We speak in the dialect of Karbala the gratification of our cosmic oneness we chant
Misallocated lust, passion, tenderly washes me
You cleanse me in the ether
I cling, you spin my emotions like your tsunami
You reside in the fantasy of my bemused soul
Reach down through the rings of infinity and touch me
Tenderly you beckon me
To the encircling of awaiting arms
Young dreams of love as you step into my promise
Hushed rewards found in my arms coveting your masculinity
Astral plane unto a hushed dominion
Sealed promises of our lips we pressed in the hunger of its enlightenment
Ordained by the benediction of above to entwine our spirits once again
Copyright©SKC-2023
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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eleni adnasci
ix. breathing-in
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…a wound of stillness…
root-worded, a long-toothed creature of the grave must I be;
sacrificing my eye to the mad tree, defiant.
There is a many-tongued spiraling silence
blooming creation in destruction -
perpetually adnascent,
reaching forward and stretching back into every insignificance -
I am living and dying them,
every moment,
repeatedly in once and forever
layered and -
seasonal-held in confrontation: the warp and weft,
weaving permanence -
no, merely weathering in-rhythm an existential quietude
book-ended by void where no abyssal brine pool can fluoresce to offer texture or tonality -
Yet if there is anything that does not inspire terror or dread,
it is the fundamental humbling mystery of Rho Ophiuchi and its dark river clouds,
pure dense substance, my remaining eye
peering into self - out of self - denying selfhood,
subsumed on such a scale that invites naught but temperance and surrender.
vi. blood of my blood, it is always this;
it has always been as this.
let us call it a tide in the sky, a summoning -
a key to cloud atlas mapping,
nebula asperitas or
a ritual of a private mythology
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.
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Written by Feral
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Adonai
cannibalistic dreams stain the mind and eat the soul
rotten etymology entices the carnivore within me
who reaches deep to find the words to say and how to say them
flayed alive my spirit yet strives to gain knowledge of the root of all things
through the darkest parts of my thoughts
through the detestable marriage of the obscene
juxtaposed faith and insidious nature
hand in hand they seem joined
through the soul and tethered to the eternal
melancholy sings sweet sorrow
I hear her melody playing just underneath my skin
delicate notes lilting then keening
she is my own heart in tune with my soul
I ache in indigo shades of loneliness
my Adonai sweet Adonai
I wander the badlands bereft
don't let my darkest of desires seduce my spirit
and thusly consume utterly the soul within
Written by crimsin
(Unveiling)
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Self-War & Peace
One cannot begin
an inner healing process
unless recognizing their own part
amid encountered circumstance
There is never any fault—
nor should be blame
t'ward anyone while learning;
only required experience
necessary to evolve—
become the best version
of ourselves we know:
liberated from expectation
through contrast—
peace by understanding
acceptance
emotional control;
and, a pure Love revolution—
despite personal wars
raging all about us
~
an inner healing process
unless recognizing their own part
amid encountered circumstance
There is never any fault—
nor should be blame
t'ward anyone while learning;
only required experience
necessary to evolve—
become the best version
of ourselves we know:
liberated from expectation
through contrast—
peace by understanding
acceptance
emotional control;
and, a pure Love revolution—
despite personal wars
raging all about us
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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So it goes...
In the stillness
Time flows silently
While the mind rests
And all things
Sit connected
Nothing does everything
While heaven
And earth
Move within cycles
Of yin-yang
From the emptiness
A butterfly flutters
In the morning sun
A young child smiles
The old man…
Remembers
Time flows silently
While the mind rests
And all things
Sit connected
Nothing does everything
While heaven
And earth
Move within cycles
Of yin-yang
From the emptiness
A butterfly flutters
In the morning sun
A young child smiles
The old man…
Remembers
Written by badmalthus
(Harry Rout)
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