#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
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11/27/2020 1:56pm EST
also written for Zazzles it's all about the music Comp so, listen along if you'd be so kind...
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/403830-ive-got-you/
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also written for Zazzles it's all about the music Comp so, listen along if you'd be so kind...
https://youtu.be/uNGmyQ8UbZ8
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/403830-ive-got-you/
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Angels Fall First (Soul & Carpe Collab.)
Farewell Gabriel
Yesterday we shook hands
as friends
I hope we shall remain such
my friend
I have little strength
'Lucifer' fell for less
yet 'He' asks me to do this..
I have spent an eternity
here swimming in madness,
walking with 'His'
greatest creation
Tears of love
for them
fast became
tears of fear
for what they do
in 'His' name
Sing me a song
of love
of your kingdom
how fast they forget
thoughts of Shangri-La
Oh, Lord why
do you not see?
the word is a farce
a sideshow
Created in his image,
now I see
in this war
we have become obsolete
Run
he is not coming
no answers to be found
angels fall first
Fare thee well Michael
yesterday we were
Borne Brother, cut
of one another
Star fell far
yet here we are
watchers, it was thee
who led the war...
and thee who most
embodies 'HE'
to walk earth
willing bravery
to lead the blind
did he not try such
'His self'
these forgotten
Eden rotten
we knew it would
free will is cost
song of Heaven
we sing in tune
as they tarry direction
flee for the moon
The Lord He Be
does not see
for again
free will
manifest destiny
their journey to heaven
if learn them well
most will not
and continue hell
to die while living
such can be given
rightful place, within our heaven
Yesterday we shook hands
as friends
I hope we shall remain such
my friend
I have little strength
'Lucifer' fell for less
yet 'He' asks me to do this..
I have spent an eternity
here swimming in madness,
walking with 'His'
greatest creation
Tears of love
for them
fast became
tears of fear
for what they do
in 'His' name
Sing me a song
of love
of your kingdom
how fast they forget
thoughts of Shangri-La
Oh, Lord why
do you not see?
the word is a farce
a sideshow
Created in his image,
now I see
in this war
we have become obsolete
Run
he is not coming
no answers to be found
angels fall first
Fare thee well Michael
yesterday we were
Borne Brother, cut
of one another
Star fell far
yet here we are
watchers, it was thee
who led the war...
and thee who most
embodies 'HE'
to walk earth
willing bravery
to lead the blind
did he not try such
'His self'
these forgotten
Eden rotten
we knew it would
free will is cost
song of Heaven
we sing in tune
as they tarry direction
flee for the moon
The Lord He Be
does not see
for again
free will
manifest destiny
their journey to heaven
if learn them well
most will not
and continue hell
to die while living
such can be given
rightful place, within our heaven
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Goodtime~Hooligan!
Enjoy the nothingness
expansion
everything
that permeates all
This physical plane
thrilling to fly
five steps a time
gets lost trying to find
a leyline to rhyme
Silent though the mime
still the sun shines
on closed doors
Moon beams reflect
refracted footfalls
Sirius once walked with Orion
long before
fire formed clay
Lightening water pools
dropletts for the cave of consciousness
Train of thought derails
froggy mysteries
one of lifes many riddles
expansion
everything
that permeates all
This physical plane
thrilling to fly
five steps a time
gets lost trying to find
a leyline to rhyme
Silent though the mime
still the sun shines
on closed doors
Moon beams reflect
refracted footfalls
Sirius once walked with Orion
long before
fire formed clay
Lightening water pools
dropletts for the cave of consciousness
Train of thought derails
froggy mysteries
one of lifes many riddles
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Was a pleasure knowing you sir
A kind gentle soul
I'll see you on the other side
my cosmic brother
28.11.2020
7.20am
#NoPoo
all the conversations
the jokes and laughter
the sadness and fears shared
they are Real
maya words maya meets are powerful because they touch hearts and souls before they touch the skin...they drive the spirits
and there smoulders hate and love
...and I chose Love...
30
7.20am
#NoPoo
all the conversations
the jokes and laughter
the sadness and fears shared
they are Real
maya words maya meets are powerful because they touch hearts and souls before they touch the skin...they drive the spirits
and there smoulders hate and love
...and I chose Love...
30
the epitome of nothings (a robuma collab)
Death do as you wish.
Paint the skies morphine black
Let a blinded artist collect
Falling stars on an evergreen palette.
in an existential cesspool
lay askew fractured black lotuses
(unheard of solid pastures
from jarring open mirage bubble)
of crushed widow~ necks
in latencies of chronic hemorrhagic
silently culling deaths- a boggy
pulldown burial betrayal... right
below their distorted thready feeble
reeds of tangled grounds- that for
once dangles free... to severed
appendages’ put down in
drowning capitulation
Death do as you please.
Unto earth, in the flicker of life
The withered womb unfurls
A requiem of ghost deer.
Their tears mark the barrels that passed:
Forever h(a)unted
Under corn blue sky & velvet viridian home.
The deer will not kneel.
an enflaming yellowly lit afloat globe
in a wet~ wintry afternoonish succulence
integrally abuzz in ease of met extremities
(of a simple lively chirping rustic routine... to
ultra-howling war siren of massive plying
frequencies in supersonic exploding)
on raw winky~ blinks of a dreamery
milking courageous suns of hopefulness
run aplomb as awaken eyeful warrior
faces.. the mirroring earnest glazy
reeling tinsel films of an untinkering
nonfictional rollout ant armies
of their undying breed… in
high alert... arising steady
& steamy as black coffee spirits
of moistly kissing lusciously
infectious caffeinated lips… in
sloganeering march towards
the spread red eternal empire
of burning Giant Super~ Sun
Death do as your time allows
Amongst a pyre of fallen leaves.
Scrimshander shells bones
With flint harpoon; the sparks
Ignite dreams of drowned sailors.
A siren sells her songs for a shilling
& the last breath of Christ enfolded
In a snowdrop shroud.
this cataclysmic night falls upon
in battalions of unforeseen forces…
the engulfing voracious depressions
of an enrage in its uproarious whirr
dark eye… this invisibly spindling
fast black~ swan ballerina… flash
inundates in a gulp of devastating
cyclonic spinning landfall... over
deep~ crack numbing drylands
of monstrous~ hungering earth
in fleshy skull hunting catacombs
of wide-open apocalyptic mouths
crushing humans in difficult blooms
All flowers in time bend towards the
Sun and the keepers of beauty.
The camera is slammed shut
Against the thrash of a metal echo, but
His film rolls at twenty-four frames a second
Catching pearl strings of butterflies flight’ed.
-featherlight fluttery acoustical minutiae
in an eventual chaotic butterfly effect
spreads as electric sparking wavy ripples
of blinding lightning crop in n-branchlets
…root thunderous inner the droopy veins
of a dead note... in grand auctioned rarity
episodes- the dugout undated mummified
specimens- in rainfall of poetic dusts…
There will be one thousand poems
Inscribed on grey slate in the other place,
Grass in the rain, sun on the sea:
The thousand and first will be
The morning sun resting on a lake.
standstill zen artistry... breathes in a new
flush of magmatic hot holding one cosmic
blood vessel.. in a tidal~ ebbing cyclicality
..shores abound in sacred bugle echoes
as sensational invigorating innervations...
in a now meaningful evolutionary doing...
a simple lining up ant-ways of ‘working’
love... in the labouring stillborn pains... a
pulsating chasm of soul~ kindling longevity
is what we live & die for...
(beyond bloody barriers
of a restlessly running on circular relay race
of the lousy to heady~ pedi‘greed’ birth epithets
to the scanty~ spelt coffins of orphaned nothings
in tracelessly erased garbage
or the such grandeur hyped parchment record fonts
of a manufactured history ~ etched pretty~ hard as
fair telltale calligraphic epitaphs…
of the rocky bedding layers of karmic graveyard-
weighing down in sins & carbon-dating remnants–
of (how many?) overlapping deaths... till…)
Written by summultima
(uma)
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#NoPoo/ 15/ 28112020/ 22:19:55
(a collab with Rob)
(a collab with Rob)
Ambiguous Rubbish (NoPoo 17)
When i read my stuff
Dont see poetry at all
Only bad scribbles
Dont see poetry at all
Only bad scribbles
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Serendipity
Contemplation of discontent
Epitomized aura
Saturated to promote the soil
Of gourmandizing conceit
Diverged to the crux of the heart
One to give superior belief of false prosperity
Of vessels barren of spiritual enlightment
To explore, seek, worshipping intellect you shall discover
Destiny the fairest trickster known to mankind
A gentle embrace cosseted by womankind
In the haze of twilight
Justifying embers of past
Evaporated on the particles of yesteryears
Within the tranquil of entwined harbored poetic meanders
Preferred of desired securities, unspoken yearnings
Indoctrinated in the name of fate’s serendipity
Nopoo #4 (11-28-20)
29.11.2020
2150AEDST
she left...
the father coveted a boy she gave birth to five girls
none knew what was her true wish till her last dress was unfurled
she left behind no trace of her dreams and private fears
She left no wish nor will as she'd drained them in all her tears
2150AEDST
she left...
the father coveted a boy she gave birth to five girls
none knew what was her true wish till her last dress was unfurled
she left behind no trace of her dreams and private fears
She left no wish nor will as she'd drained them in all her tears
An Infinite Stitch (NoPoo 18)
guiding of my soul
an eternal constant love
the thread of my heart
an eternal constant love
the thread of my heart
Written by AspergerPoet56
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#NoPoo/ 16/ 29112020/ 23:15:58
::countdown to 'point at infinity'::
this elusive~ ethereal felt nodule
on the animated mimosa digitates:
in solid~ stamped blooms, to
airlifted mid-air circling nothings..
is in a levitational zeroing in
to an incalculable- lightyears
of a coming home integration
everything ends
as nothing begins..
*pic:web
cradled remembrance.
nostalgia's tender touch
cradles my face
a window or such portal-like
Oh cherished memories
become a tangible of true
To thine own touch—
so selfish,
in my heart's desire;
I grasp with both hands
each thread of remembering~
to find my way...
my way,
...... back to all I once knew...
you.
Written by Bluevelvete
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11/29/2020
2:44pm EST
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