Submissions by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Zero_Stillness
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Jun 2021 11:10am
10th Jun 2021 11:10am
Iconoclasm
Punk rock hip-hop graffiti
written on the surfaces
of the anywheres
of the city
I once saw someone say
Fuck you
to The Man’s faces
I was there
sagacity
He moves when he wants to move
he said with elegance
And in my silence
I saw myself
deriving enjoyment
from middle fingers extended in defiance
and rebellious entrainment
Some of us just like to stick our tongues out
like devils
in pictures
capturing mad ecstasy
in moments
but it makes me smile
...
written on the surfaces
of the anywheres
of the city
I once saw someone say
Fuck you
to The Man’s faces
I was there
sagacity
He moves when he wants to move
he said with elegance
And in my silence
I saw myself
deriving enjoyment
from middle fingers extended in defiance
and rebellious entrainment
Some of us just like to stick our tongues out
like devils
in pictures
capturing mad ecstasy
in moments
but it makes me smile
...
#love
#beauty
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#symbolism
460 reads
10 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 11:01am
9th Jun 2021 11:01am
Hands
I looked at my hands.
Which I do very seldom.
I see a few scars
And maybe memories.
They use to make fun
of them.
Of my puppy paws.
My grandma once said
they were a hybrid
she never encountered.
She could read hands.
Palm up
I see wind swept waves
Somehow…
Nevertheless…
I hope they are good enough
To reach out to the curve
in the archway
of your feet.
Oh… It could be so sweet.
Which I do very seldom.
I see a few scars
And maybe memories.
They use to make fun
of them.
Of my puppy paws.
My grandma once said
they were a hybrid
she never encountered.
She could read hands.
Palm up
I see wind swept waves
Somehow…
Nevertheless…
I hope they are good enough
To reach out to the curve
in the archway
of your feet.
Oh… It could be so sweet.
#hope
#romantic
#secrets
#bullying
#emotions
1227 reads
8 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Jun 2021 11:01am
9th Jun 2021 11:01am
Suspension of Wonder
Each night is a lens
in a window
Shaped elliptical over my eye
looking out into a sea
of dark ink or tenebrosity
or revolutions of evolutions of… Me
The air is humid and charged.
Premonitions of my beloved storms.
The baby bats seem to know I am watching
in their floppy frisbee flight
not to touch the Earth this night.
I embody them with ease
and see… Vibrations
And then I feel a gentle breeze
and become a tree… Swaying softly
I want to feel everything… Sometimes
Sometimes...
in a window
Shaped elliptical over my eye
looking out into a sea
of dark ink or tenebrosity
or revolutions of evolutions of… Me
The air is humid and charged.
Premonitions of my beloved storms.
The baby bats seem to know I am watching
in their floppy frisbee flight
not to touch the Earth this night.
I embody them with ease
and see… Vibrations
And then I feel a gentle breeze
and become a tree… Swaying softly
I want to feel everything… Sometimes
Sometimes...
#beauty
#universe
#rain
#nature
#honesty
306 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2021 12:12pm
8th Jun 2021 12:12pm
?PIRAL EYE?
The sediment of the self stirred up
Mystifying clouds
Paused in a snap shot
And the magnification of examination
The biosphere of the self...
Having process like everything else.
Causing questions
like…
Does nature feel pain
if our processes are the same?
A compass rose in velocities
of solid state
spin
In the confrontation
of
such a question
like
Astrolabe
eyes
Encompassed
in questions of the everyday
that take the form
of amaze
and
a...
Mystifying clouds
Paused in a snap shot
And the magnification of examination
The biosphere of the self...
Having process like everything else.
Causing questions
like…
Does nature feel pain
if our processes are the same?
A compass rose in velocities
of solid state
spin
In the confrontation
of
such a question
like
Astrolabe
eyes
Encompassed
in questions of the everyday
that take the form
of amaze
and
a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
374 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2021 12:11pm
8th Jun 2021 12:11pm
Thou Shall Be Illuminated
Do you believe in reincarnation? Transmigration of souls. Do you believe in the signs? The strangers and the signposts. Things that seem to emerge from an existential scaffolding that challenge the powers of the perception and defy the powers of language? Do you believe in synchronicity?
Do you believe in the supernatural? An all encompassing term. The far out. That which is reminiscent of an acid trip. A grouping of disparate things that researchers propose are all connected. What? From ghosts to UFO’s to cryptozoological creatures and beyond. WTF+W in the F=Strange. ...
Do you believe in the supernatural? An all encompassing term. The far out. That which is reminiscent of an acid trip. A grouping of disparate things that researchers propose are all connected. What? From ghosts to UFO’s to cryptozoological creatures and beyond. WTF+W in the F=Strange. ...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
335 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2021 11:32am
7th Jun 2021 11:32am
Window Pane Sunshine Pyramid
And we put the band back together.
Where…
Space is made in a Hollywood basement.
Walking around the world
All
lit
up
&
neon
like.
Yeah…
Do you know about high strangeness
like I know about high strangeness?
I
believe
in
you.
Bibles on board ships that move smooth like waves
in
the
waves.
Deep conversations over the morning stars
of
the
dawn.
Yeah…
but the wave always tends to...
Where…
Space is made in a Hollywood basement.
Walking around the world
All
lit
up
&
neon
like.
Yeah…
Do you know about high strangeness
like I know about high strangeness?
I
believe
in
you.
Bibles on board ships that move smooth like waves
in
the
waves.
Deep conversations over the morning stars
of
the
dawn.
Yeah…
but the wave always tends to...
#friendship
#universe
#drugs
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
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6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Jun 2021 11:31am
7th Jun 2021 11:31am
Shatters Aftermaths Afters Ever Afters
And a window to the surface of the sea
Opened before me.
Lost and found in a depth instilled tranquility.
A womb infused diffused infusion diffusion of gravity.
That summer.
A white out – black out
black out – white out
Glass stained -
Stained glass
of
sand -
Sun
and
the will
to
become
In
the wave machine
of
sight & sound
sound & sight
soundless sights
sightless sounds
nightless days
dayless nights...
Opened before me.
Lost and found in a depth instilled tranquility.
A womb infused diffused infusion diffusion of gravity.
That summer.
A white out – black out
black out – white out
Glass stained -
Stained glass
of
sand -
Sun
and
the will
to
become
In
the wave machine
of
sight & sound
sound & sight
soundless sights
sightless sounds
nightless days
dayless nights...
#love
#dark
#summer
#magic
#FirstLove
305 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2021 3:17pm
6th Jun 2021 3:17pm
Read 2nd
The Numen of Omen
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something…...
Riding high – Riding high
The Earth is the sky – Earth is the sky.
Maybe there is no time to die -
And yet…
There was me, that is: Your humble narrator. (you know me.)
There was: Ocean, my droog from California with love.
There was: X (who’s nickname is too offensive to say.)
There was: X (he did not have a nickname)
Do you remember my story about that astral travel like episode?
With the ambulance sirens?
Well… That was a communicative omen from somewhere else
Something…...
#friendship
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
374 reads
10 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Jun 2021 3:16pm
6th Jun 2021 3:16pm
Read 1st
The Omen of Numen
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
Yeah… We were smoking – We were chiefing.
We were also driving.
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
And then suddenly…
...
The smoke hung heavy or languid
Having rolled off the ceiling -
Becoming a dormancy in a state of settlement.
At least this is what the perception perceived.
Or believed…
In post state flux and freeze -
Deep inhalations – Exhalations – Coughing…
Yeah… We were smoking – We were chiefing.
We were also driving.
The back seat either affords no control
or is an opportunity to explore
The hidden meanings entwined in the concept of control.
And then suddenly…
...
#friendship
#universe
#marijuana
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
369 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2021 4:24pm
5th Jun 2021 4:24pm
Psychedelic Jaguar
There are these tribes people
Entrenched in the shades and shadows of the jungle.
They are called: the hunters of the jaguar.
They ingest a hallucinogenic substance
and shape-shift into the magnificent creature… The jaguar.
A camera crew captured this phenomenon.
As they moved, at first, sort of decrepit.
And then…
They were completely one with it.
I remembered this…
As the mescaline turned the world to High Strangeness.
All neon like in the exhilaration
Of micro dot explosions in every segment...
Entrenched in the shades and shadows of the jungle.
They are called: the hunters of the jaguar.
They ingest a hallucinogenic substance
and shape-shift into the magnificent creature… The jaguar.
A camera crew captured this phenomenon.
As they moved, at first, sort of decrepit.
And then…
They were completely one with it.
I remembered this…
As the mescaline turned the world to High Strangeness.
All neon like in the exhilaration
Of micro dot explosions in every segment...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
310 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Jun 2021 4:23pm
5th Jun 2021 4:23pm
Pyramid Builders
I joined the crew when I was in diapers
and could barely lift a trowel.
(The trowel being the most important tool in a set of important tools.
Which include: the pick & the twenty pound sledge hammer.)
I grew… Summer by summer.
As a youth I could easily outwork grown men.
We were a crew of bandidos & pistoleros & gangstas & corn bread mafias.
My dad was a general who lived like a soldier at the front lines.
We did the impossible.
I thought of us as the pyramid builders.
There was a...
and could barely lift a trowel.
(The trowel being the most important tool in a set of important tools.
Which include: the pick & the twenty pound sledge hammer.)
I grew… Summer by summer.
As a youth I could easily outwork grown men.
We were a crew of bandidos & pistoleros & gangstas & corn bread mafias.
My dad was a general who lived like a soldier at the front lines.
We did the impossible.
I thought of us as the pyramid builders.
There was a...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#passion
316 reads
6 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2021 5:57pm
4th Jun 2021 5:57pm
My Homage to Within and Without by LilDragonFly
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
573 reads
4 Comments
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