Submissions by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Zero_Stillness
Summer of the Strange
That summer I lived like a monk.
Reading and dreaming.
And studiously examining…
Light projected beams through the chipped paint on the window.
Maybe my first foray into the underground.
Leaving the world behind because the world had died.
Eyes closed… I followed the energy of my contemporaries.
All the smiles in the sunshine…
And the world forgot about me.
And I did not mind.
That summer I would magically come into (contact)
With the words that would
Alter the course of my life and my...
Reading and dreaming.
And studiously examining…
Light projected beams through the chipped paint on the window.
Maybe my first foray into the underground.
Leaving the world behind because the world had died.
Eyes closed… I followed the energy of my contemporaries.
All the smiles in the sunshine…
And the world forgot about me.
And I did not mind.
That summer I would magically come into (contact)
With the words that would
Alter the course of my life and my...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
#magic
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Eureka
Have you ever had a De ja vu?
Or premonitions?
Does your life fit together like a strange puzzle?
In fragments of time?
Have you ever said to yourself…
We’ve done it Igor?
What does it all mean?
Does the meaning even matter?
Is this a purpose driven life?
Awaiting uncovering?
Does all that shit amount to something?
Something beautiful?
Were you written off as a casualty?
Of the great war?
(The war of the self.)
Were there still people who believed?
In you?
...
Or premonitions?
Does your life fit together like a strange puzzle?
In fragments of time?
Have you ever said to yourself…
We’ve done it Igor?
What does it all mean?
Does the meaning even matter?
Is this a purpose driven life?
Awaiting uncovering?
Does all that shit amount to something?
Something beautiful?
Were you written off as a casualty?
Of the great war?
(The war of the self.)
Were there still people who believed?
In you?
...
#universe
#TruthOfLife
#magic
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8 Comments
The Wings
There was a prison that I turned into a medicine wheel.
Sometimes there was the sunshine
That makes its way into the crevices and cracks
Seeming to pause in perception and explode in the creation of a moment.
One day…
A dragonfly…
Followed the pathway of the sunshine
Landing in the colored wave lengths of the grass
In the place where I stood – As space met time and spiraled.
I gazed in wonder
As the sunlight glittered and gleamed on the parafin cherubim wings.
As the being seemed to look at me and say:
...
Sometimes there was the sunshine
That makes its way into the crevices and cracks
Seeming to pause in perception and explode in the creation of a moment.
One day…
A dragonfly…
Followed the pathway of the sunshine
Landing in the colored wave lengths of the grass
In the place where I stood – As space met time and spiraled.
I gazed in wonder
As the sunlight glittered and gleamed on the parafin cherubim wings.
As the being seemed to look at me and say:
...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Ink Spill X
In the high schools & the hovels.
In the subterranean levels.
In the sky-scape castles.
In the dirts & gravels.
In the depths of the wilderness…. Both urban & otherwise.
A pen was held in a hand…
Moving clockwise and counter clockwise.
And there were ink spills & spills of ink
Oh… There were spills of ink & ink spills.
Spreading across the surface of the page like illumination… Illuminating
Burgundy foundations were laid.
The very stuff of which we are made.
And the music of...
In the subterranean levels.
In the sky-scape castles.
In the dirts & gravels.
In the depths of the wilderness…. Both urban & otherwise.
A pen was held in a hand…
Moving clockwise and counter clockwise.
And there were ink spills & spills of ink
Oh… There were spills of ink & ink spills.
Spreading across the surface of the page like illumination… Illuminating
Burgundy foundations were laid.
The very stuff of which we are made.
And the music of...
#LifeAsAWriter
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6 Comments
Zephyr
Light escaped the slates of time -
Slates of silence...
To burst upon the window -
Centralized in a micro-dot.
Spreading in radial emanations
Of a white that captivates a sight.
This is the silence of the dreamer.
Alone in the crowd
In some… Supernatural receptivity.
The window became the mind
And the mind was reborn
Into a dream.
Rhythmic streams
Over silent sounds in silence.
Unnameable fluctuations
Carrying allusions of the profound.
* * *
Tell be about the...
Slates of silence...
To burst upon the window -
Centralized in a micro-dot.
Spreading in radial emanations
Of a white that captivates a sight.
This is the silence of the dreamer.
Alone in the crowd
In some… Supernatural receptivity.
The window became the mind
And the mind was reborn
Into a dream.
Rhythmic streams
Over silent sounds in silence.
Unnameable fluctuations
Carrying allusions of the profound.
* * *
Tell be about the...
#LifeAsAWriter
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Fields of Heather
Lilac sky like ships sails over the surface of the sea
The heather was like tendrils of hair
Containing the breeze and the beauties
The latitudes of a being seeing what others cannot see
Or have seen but were incapable of seeing
As a transmigration of clouds drifted over the mind
And the heart took part in the drifting
Interlocutors in each chrysalis that hibernates and waits
Interlocked digits or alien appendages
Every connection you make is a connection without exception
Requiring your...
The heather was like tendrils of hair
Containing the breeze and the beauties
The latitudes of a being seeing what others cannot see
Or have seen but were incapable of seeing
As a transmigration of clouds drifted over the mind
And the heart took part in the drifting
Interlocutors in each chrysalis that hibernates and waits
Interlocked digits or alien appendages
Every connection you make is a connection without exception
Requiring your...
#emotions
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ONE MIST
Here
today
Gone
tomorrow
Are
we
No
more
than
Shadows
scattered
in
a
meadow
of
light
I
honestly
wonder
this
as
I
go
forth
as
it
sometimes
seems
that
everyone
has
died
and
is
gone
and
I
too
will
follow
them
And
I
will
be
going
down
to
Die.
today
Gone
tomorrow
Are
we
No
more
than
Shadows
scattered
in
a
meadow
of
light
I
honestly
wonder
this
as
I
go
forth
as
it
sometimes
seems
that
everyone
has
died
and
is
gone
and
I
too
will
follow
them
And
I
will
be
going
down
to
Die.
#sadness
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MIST ONE
The sky is a dimension so very high
Overhanging
humidity
That
hums…
or
Oms...
And contains so many tears.
Everyone wants Heaven or to be high
but
no
one
wants
to
Die.
I closed my eyes and I was there – I was high
Observing
eternity
That
looms…
or
Lasts…
And all the components.
Overhanging
humidity
That
hums…
or
Oms...
And contains so many tears.
Everyone wants Heaven or to be high
but
no
one
wants
to
Die.
I closed my eyes and I was there – I was high
Observing
eternity
That
looms…
or
Lasts…
And all the components.
#sadness
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DAD
He was the fastest of his brothers.
So he ran up to the bullies
And provoked them to give chase.
They were creatures of the woods.
Well suited to wilderness
And creative like the sun in trees.
A path of strategic holes was dug.
Filled with impaler sticks
And covered with forest organics.
* * *
He weaved through the pathway.
That weaved circuitously
And he heard screaming sounds.
The brothers sailed into the sun.
Sleeping in their hideout
And made treasures from stones.
The...
So he ran up to the bullies
And provoked them to give chase.
They were creatures of the woods.
Well suited to wilderness
And creative like the sun in trees.
A path of strategic holes was dug.
Filled with impaler sticks
And covered with forest organics.
* * *
He weaved through the pathway.
That weaved circuitously
And he heard screaming sounds.
The brothers sailed into the sun.
Sleeping in their hideout
And made treasures from stones.
The...
#father
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MOM
She was literally the black sheep.
Her skin darker/different
And they explained her adoption.
She would leave to her seclusion.
With a black board/chalk
And she taught unseen creatures.
Her dreams were to be a teacher.
A mother/sister/daughter
And she taught unseen creatures.
* * *
Against the odds she did school.
One class after the next
And one degree after the next.
Eventually she became a teacher.
A mother/sister/daughter
And more… Teaching creatures.
Her skin literally...
Her skin darker/different
And they explained her adoption.
She would leave to her seclusion.
With a black board/chalk
And she taught unseen creatures.
Her dreams were to be a teacher.
A mother/sister/daughter
And she taught unseen creatures.
* * *
Against the odds she did school.
One class after the next
And one degree after the next.
Eventually she became a teacher.
A mother/sister/daughter
And more… Teaching creatures.
Her skin literally...
#mother
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To You
The connection has been made.
In your stead
The connection stayed.
In this - that wilderness made
For the solitary parade
Of faces and masks made sacred
My energy unto your energy
As yours is with me
As I go forth in impeccable beauty
Seeking the way – Seeking the way
Permit me this day
To eternally say – To eternally say
May the treasure of Heaven be
Unto you and thee
Unto eternal eternity - eternal eternity.
In your stead
The connection stayed.
In this - that wilderness made
For the solitary parade
Of faces and masks made sacred
My energy unto your energy
As yours is with me
As I go forth in impeccable beauty
Seeking the way – Seeking the way
Permit me this day
To eternally say – To eternally say
May the treasure of Heaven be
Unto you and thee
Unto eternal eternity - eternal eternity.
#love
#beauty
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
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