Submissions by Cipher_O (WarlordoftheWrittenWord)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Zero_Stillness
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Deep Underground
The heat and humidity seek silence.
Blue tints shift into glints.
Street lights jut into the air like sentinels without a care
For who is there.
Moth beats against the dying of the light
Tonight.
Crisp cool moon shines bright.
I am in the bosom of the universe thinking of verse
In the emergence
Of
Creeping things
like bat wings.
Blue tints shift into glints.
Street lights jut into the air like sentinels without a care
For who is there.
Moth beats against the dying of the light
Tonight.
Crisp cool moon shines bright.
I am in the bosom of the universe thinking of verse
In the emergence
Of
Creeping things
like bat wings.
#LifeAsAWriter
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Aeternities
The manipulation
In society
Is a sublimation
Of poison
Poisoning voices
Of spoken
& written
Words
Seeking to break away from the herds
Of black shepherds
Bleak swords
Of double speak metaphors
Under
The surface
Needing to be swept away in tempests
All I desire is the antinomies
Of those
Frightful physiognomies
In those
Hermetic personalities
At those
Dislocated localities
For those
Spiraling swirling Aeternities
Swirling Spiraling Aeternities.
In society
Is a sublimation
Of poison
Poisoning voices
Of spoken
& written
Words
Seeking to break away from the herds
Of black shepherds
Bleak swords
Of double speak metaphors
Under
The surface
Needing to be swept away in tempests
All I desire is the antinomies
Of those
Frightful physiognomies
In those
Hermetic personalities
At those
Dislocated localities
For those
Spiraling swirling Aeternities
Swirling Spiraling Aeternities.
#philosophical
#symbolism
368 reads
6 Comments
? As Spiral
The mind as a world.
A world comprised of worlds.
Sprung forth from an infinite vast
Unsolvable incalculable.
The mind as a host
To hallways and spiraling stairways
Of ghosts.
Cyclical life cycles and spirals.
The sweet madness that swirls.
The fine wine upon lips unfurls.
Over the brow in stains
No refrain from contemplations
Of all that is gone and all that remains
And all that exists in eternal internal questions
Is the mind shaped by the world
or the world shaped by the...
A world comprised of worlds.
Sprung forth from an infinite vast
Unsolvable incalculable.
The mind as a host
To hallways and spiraling stairways
Of ghosts.
Cyclical life cycles and spirals.
The sweet madness that swirls.
The fine wine upon lips unfurls.
Over the brow in stains
No refrain from contemplations
Of all that is gone and all that remains
And all that exists in eternal internal questions
Is the mind shaped by the world
or the world shaped by the...
#philosophical
#symbolism
472 reads
9 Comments
The New Hymns
Space capacitates
The origin
Of the lightening and the rain.
There is a phenomenology
Above and beyond
Phenomenon.
Extending without and within our perception.
Into the mind
And the interworking design
The place to seek
The place to find
The meaning of your tears
That call forth and contain
Oceanic symphonic plethoras
Of time and information
Maybe your tears are those of your forefathers
And foremothers mothers
Sent to pieces of echoes that harmonized
In the...
The origin
Of the lightening and the rain.
There is a phenomenology
Above and beyond
Phenomenon.
Extending without and within our perception.
Into the mind
And the interworking design
The place to seek
The place to find
The meaning of your tears
That call forth and contain
Oceanic symphonic plethoras
Of time and information
Maybe your tears are those of your forefathers
And foremothers mothers
Sent to pieces of echoes that harmonized
In the...
#philosophical
#symbolism
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The Physiology of Atrophy
The doorway to the desert.
The blood red sun sets into the stone
Of your future.
Sand granules set into stillness.
This moment is detached from humanity
and human activity.
Abandon hope is spoken in closed lips
Across the face.
* * *
The first night screams between the ears
Or so I’ve heard.
Because I’ve drowned in the depths
Of every known darkness.
The sand granules become electrons
Cast side to side.
* * *
The physiology moves in steps
Of...
The blood red sun sets into the stone
Of your future.
Sand granules set into stillness.
This moment is detached from humanity
and human activity.
Abandon hope is spoken in closed lips
Across the face.
* * *
The first night screams between the ears
Or so I’ve heard.
Because I’ve drowned in the depths
Of every known darkness.
The sand granules become electrons
Cast side to side.
* * *
The physiology moves in steps
Of...
#women
#soldiers
#friendship #heroic
#friendship #heroic
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The Osmosis of You
Head tilted, shades to the sky
In a gleam.
The running clouds…
A verdant sway.
The Alaskan snows of the sky.
The sun…
Eternal and ephemeral
Helicopters to cracking sounds
Scurrying on breezes
That move in mirrors of clouds
Rain drops make an entrance
That mirror the sounds of clouds
All is like piano keys.
II
The silent supplication of trees
Turns to sound.
Birds search in the grass.
Beaks surveying the Earth.
Chirping at the edge of...
In a gleam.
The running clouds…
A verdant sway.
The Alaskan snows of the sky.
The sun…
Eternal and ephemeral
Helicopters to cracking sounds
Scurrying on breezes
That move in mirrors of clouds
Rain drops make an entrance
That mirror the sounds of clouds
All is like piano keys.
II
The silent supplication of trees
Turns to sound.
Birds search in the grass.
Beaks surveying the Earth.
Chirping at the edge of...
#beauty
#admiration
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Motion in Lilac
Champagne to the forefront
Survivors of the dusk
Levitating pirouettes
Over horizons of contemplation
?questions into answers!
Converted back to questions.
Settling into purple shadows
Serenaded by dot matrix sounds
Hordes in the distance
To awaken bees wings
That will satellite
Like the day around the night
As I wonder…
Does the day get in the way
or…
Bring us closer...
As a beam of light swirls around the budding lilacs.
Survivors of the dusk
Levitating pirouettes
Over horizons of contemplation
?questions into answers!
Converted back to questions.
Settling into purple shadows
Serenaded by dot matrix sounds
Hordes in the distance
To awaken bees wings
That will satellite
Like the day around the night
As I wonder…
Does the day get in the way
or…
Bring us closer...
As a beam of light swirls around the budding lilacs.
#beauty
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The Tear or The Fear
What exists in the composition of a tear in the light?
As the sun spirals in the spaces of death in wire mesh
Metallic chakras
Bursting in pin holes like the souls of childhood innocence
Lost in a complex of levers and pulleys and misappropriation
The only lesson to be learned is absence in a multitude of forms
Redefined as the thought process transforms in institutional whites
The given softwares girt the leviathan in courageous demigod postures
Shattered and scattered
Rowboats in smithereens of artificial manufactured mundane matrixes ...
As the sun spirals in the spaces of death in wire mesh
Metallic chakras
Bursting in pin holes like the souls of childhood innocence
Lost in a complex of levers and pulleys and misappropriation
The only lesson to be learned is absence in a multitude of forms
Redefined as the thought process transforms in institutional whites
The given softwares girt the leviathan in courageous demigod postures
Shattered and scattered
Rowboats in smithereens of artificial manufactured mundane matrixes ...
#America
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Comf[y es]
I now realize the reaction
To being seen
Is a reaction to being
Quantified
Perhaps like the light beam
That is broken into two
When I or you
Espied
Or the intangible variant
Of stirred stillness
In the shadow forms
Of stratified cocoons
Written in alabaster film
Lighter than air without a care
To being seen
Is a reaction to being
Quantified
Perhaps like the light beam
That is broken into two
When I or you
Espied
Or the intangible variant
Of stirred stillness
In the shadow forms
Of stratified cocoons
Written in alabaster film
Lighter than air without a care
#philosophical
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Poet[z en]nter
In the magical universe there are electric storms.
The mind is both quiet and loud.
And none of these things…
Or… Any of these things...
Honed in the flames of genius and madness -
And premeditation of evils.
The only certainty is uncertainty.
And we like it like that
Because we are quantum-pendulum states of being -
Rolling under the waves
Something like members of an order of disorder.
Awaiting our waves…
The world’s riches only incited the sincerest form laughter.
And I looked at you and I saw the same.
And...
The mind is both quiet and loud.
And none of these things…
Or… Any of these things...
Honed in the flames of genius and madness -
And premeditation of evils.
The only certainty is uncertainty.
And we like it like that
Because we are quantum-pendulum states of being -
Rolling under the waves
Something like members of an order of disorder.
Awaiting our waves…
The world’s riches only incited the sincerest form laughter.
And I looked at you and I saw the same.
And...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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