Submissions by personanongrata (persona non grata)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction self-called lyricist,poet, writer, or thinking mind ,inspired by life,pain,or life in pain,music, people,gods and ideas
LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2020 2:29am
25th Feb 2020 2:29am
ONENESS
Glorious victory of our Love against the plastic world took place.
There are turbulent sources of energy clashing, clarity and ego withdrawal.
The acceptance of the blackest darkness and the brighter light within us: a sacred marriage proposal of our soul in its endeavor to demolish the physical separation, in its inherent bond of divinity.
Our spiritual volition’s dynamic is pulling us together. Reality cannot do otherwise than follow.
The enormously gigantic mountains of Himalaya stand as gods of powerful energy, demonstrating their highness directly to the core of our...
There are turbulent sources of energy clashing, clarity and ego withdrawal.
The acceptance of the blackest darkness and the brighter light within us: a sacred marriage proposal of our soul in its endeavor to demolish the physical separation, in its inherent bond of divinity.
Our spiritual volition’s dynamic is pulling us together. Reality cannot do otherwise than follow.
The enormously gigantic mountains of Himalaya stand as gods of powerful energy, demonstrating their highness directly to the core of our...
#love
#spiritual
#mirror
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Jul 2019 10:46pm
12th Jul 2019 10:46pm
dead end intro
An awry molding created me
It had to be carefully chiseled
I wonder which Olympian grudge
my vessel is made of....
Compulsive arson.
Never destined to fade away
Designated as the conductor
of the inauspicious
Silent
and fearful
in front of the gods
They'd like me to forge my misery on rocks
and keep them
as a reminder of my faults
Where do I belong?
To whom am I against?
Most of them wear a mask of the same shameful face
As my fear comes closer, I straighten the...
It had to be carefully chiseled
I wonder which Olympian grudge
my vessel is made of....
Compulsive arson.
Never destined to fade away
Designated as the conductor
of the inauspicious
Silent
and fearful
in front of the gods
They'd like me to forge my misery on rocks
and keep them
as a reminder of my faults
Where do I belong?
To whom am I against?
Most of them wear a mask of the same shameful face
As my fear comes closer, I straighten the...
#SelfDiscovery
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jun 2019 9:41pm
30th Jun 2019 9:41pm
A dream within a dream within a dream
Never have I found so much reasoning in a madness.
When everything seems right, how can I trace the wrong among all?
And how can I fight my mortality without the immortality of my soul...
This numb life is exploited. Washing away the sour tears that have been wetting my pillows for decades.
The consideration that I have been dictated to own this shit forever is persistent.
Some weak voices play the part of the alarm clock, but I shut them down. I never want to wake up from this dream, but I hate it.
I fear the wakeup call and its responsibilities. ...
When everything seems right, how can I trace the wrong among all?
And how can I fight my mortality without the immortality of my soul...
This numb life is exploited. Washing away the sour tears that have been wetting my pillows for decades.
The consideration that I have been dictated to own this shit forever is persistent.
Some weak voices play the part of the alarm clock, but I shut them down. I never want to wake up from this dream, but I hate it.
I fear the wakeup call and its responsibilities. ...
#SelfReflection
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LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2019 11:44pm
29th Apr 2019 11:44pm
evdaimon
I saw you coming down from the heavens
wearing wavy silks of silence.
Struggling to understand what you are bringing me,
chills travelled within the rifts of the depth of my soul.
Little I knew, I gave you wild orchids,
to tell me which your title is or what you stand for here.
You gave birth to ideas inside the passion of my companionship,
making the moment immortal and the attraction fond.
In a stream of creativity, you nourished my words
and the reality of time became long gone and absent
It was a horror scenario to see me, but to dismiss...
wearing wavy silks of silence.
Struggling to understand what you are bringing me,
chills travelled within the rifts of the depth of my soul.
Little I knew, I gave you wild orchids,
to tell me which your title is or what you stand for here.
You gave birth to ideas inside the passion of my companionship,
making the moment immortal and the attraction fond.
In a stream of creativity, you nourished my words
and the reality of time became long gone and absent
It was a horror scenario to see me, but to dismiss...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2019 10:07am
18th Feb 2019 10:07am
exegesis
The challenge is to balance and embody the truth that you trigger to appear and be revealed to me, in me, with the self I am used to embodying.
You change and twist all definitions of all logical concerns and stimulus with a radical simplicity of an existential quantifier.
You make my attention convert to the euphoric plane of the cordial field that you generate.
And I gaze at you levitated, cognisant of our energetically dynastic catalepsy.
Captivated by the tantalizing enlightening interpretation of known and unrecognizable senses.
In this soul nudity...
You change and twist all definitions of all logical concerns and stimulus with a radical simplicity of an existential quantifier.
You make my attention convert to the euphoric plane of the cordial field that you generate.
And I gaze at you levitated, cognisant of our energetically dynastic catalepsy.
Captivated by the tantalizing enlightening interpretation of known and unrecognizable senses.
In this soul nudity...
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2019 10:16pm
12th Jan 2019 10:16pm
order
Like marching foes of felicity our fears' false alarms are retreating vanguised.
Who am I to declare the future?
Had I known
the meaning of love,
I'd never had met it.
But I did, and that is a bliss,
that is a true cause.
Leave me your lips, I never shall leave them,
not while in consciousness.
Their hypnotic energy pulls me to them
in a state upgrade.
Hills of tranquil
malleable matter
are illustrated;
in the abstract frames where existence
enjoys its ambiguity.
The pneuma...
Who am I to declare the future?
Had I known
the meaning of love,
I'd never had met it.
But I did, and that is a bliss,
that is a true cause.
Leave me your lips, I never shall leave them,
not while in consciousness.
Their hypnotic energy pulls me to them
in a state upgrade.
Hills of tranquil
malleable matter
are illustrated;
in the abstract frames where existence
enjoys its ambiguity.
The pneuma...
#love
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2018 9:49pm
20th Dec 2018 9:49pm
chaos
I ve lost my strength
My inspiration
I dream of death
And recarnation
Feelingless life
Can i go through it
I won't survive
I'd better soothe it
My mind says that
whispers love me
But for my heart
I totally lost it.
I have no inspiration
to melodize my thought
Who has a motivation
to give me when I don't
My inner comprehensive
mindfulness is displayed
Protection of the phyche
this inner silent quake
My inspiration
I dream of death
And recarnation
Feelingless life
Can i go through it
I won't survive
I'd better soothe it
My mind says that
whispers love me
But for my heart
I totally lost it.
I have no inspiration
to melodize my thought
Who has a motivation
to give me when I don't
My inner comprehensive
mindfulness is displayed
Protection of the phyche
this inner silent quake
#SelfReflection
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2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Dec 2018 8:44pm
20th Dec 2018 8:44pm
The Big Hug
Holding the whole universe within my arms...
Our particles appear to be stationed in their synodic conjunction, like the planet of Love in Retrograde.
While magnetizing each other with a force unknown to the five senses, but added a fifth dimensional conception upon it.
We're possesed by an energetic field that vibrates beyond this time's and space's knowings, centered and connected to this actuality, which is so unusually serene.
The fret of our hearts touching each other labels our origin and destination.
All meanings meet their mortality.
The All is serving...
Our particles appear to be stationed in their synodic conjunction, like the planet of Love in Retrograde.
While magnetizing each other with a force unknown to the five senses, but added a fifth dimensional conception upon it.
We're possesed by an energetic field that vibrates beyond this time's and space's knowings, centered and connected to this actuality, which is so unusually serene.
The fret of our hearts touching each other labels our origin and destination.
All meanings meet their mortality.
The All is serving...
#ILoveYou
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2018 9:56pm
16th Dec 2018 9:56pm
The allegory of love (The shadow)
Who would have thought that I was adequate to come across divinity?
I saw its storm in your eyes, swirling like optical illusions, every blink was countless rebirths of galaxies, reflecting in your iris and every cell of your derma.
Abandoned identifications lie on the sand illuminated by the shadows of love.
There is nothing true without you.
All seem artificial and animated,
opposed to an omnipotent power that gives new terms to unity,
to be written in the libraries of the Collective Unconscious,
Our mirth hypnotizes all senses, this integral...
I saw its storm in your eyes, swirling like optical illusions, every blink was countless rebirths of galaxies, reflecting in your iris and every cell of your derma.
Abandoned identifications lie on the sand illuminated by the shadows of love.
There is nothing true without you.
All seem artificial and animated,
opposed to an omnipotent power that gives new terms to unity,
to be written in the libraries of the Collective Unconscious,
Our mirth hypnotizes all senses, this integral...
#love
#spiritual
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2018 6:50pm
16th Dec 2018 6:50pm
Kiss of life
Hallucinatory moisture trips
dip its horizons in your lips,
the world is ours.
But it is small for us to fit,
our minds expand the time we meet,
days turn to hours.
You play my parts as if they were strings,
with every strum, my stillness sings
in harmonious order.
My life core is being perceived,
there is a high that is achieved
but I am sober.
The souls awake
our aura bleeds
Divine tears of mortal bliss,
pure connectivity.
The unconscious is loosened,
we take a glimpse,
the lenses...
dip its horizons in your lips,
the world is ours.
But it is small for us to fit,
our minds expand the time we meet,
days turn to hours.
You play my parts as if they were strings,
with every strum, my stillness sings
in harmonious order.
My life core is being perceived,
there is a high that is achieved
but I am sober.
The souls awake
our aura bleeds
Divine tears of mortal bliss,
pure connectivity.
The unconscious is loosened,
we take a glimpse,
the lenses...
#love
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1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2018 7:46pm
20th Sep 2018 7:46pm
The vertigo
His scent is all around me,
imprinted on my cells,
tucking me within its vortex
of instinctive internal stimulus.
A ritual underway:
The illuminating journey of an undying soul.
While he frames the vertigo of his individuation flares
with walnut artifacts as an ode to the Divine,
spherical mazes are carved, leading to the pillars of all his rebirths.
I confide my intangible thesaurus to his indefinable matter.
Our might strays limitless. Our eyes full of purpose overshadows the stars we once belonged and now we seem to be barred...
imprinted on my cells,
tucking me within its vortex
of instinctive internal stimulus.
A ritual underway:
The illuminating journey of an undying soul.
While he frames the vertigo of his individuation flares
with walnut artifacts as an ode to the Divine,
spherical mazes are carved, leading to the pillars of all his rebirths.
I confide my intangible thesaurus to his indefinable matter.
Our might strays limitless. Our eyes full of purpose overshadows the stars we once belonged and now we seem to be barred...
#love
#spiritual
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Sep 2018 4:58pm
15th Sep 2018 4:58pm
chocolata
Your chocolate skin
has made me addictive
my endorphin
levels are raised.
There is no ache
expect the one missing
your constant flow
of touching thrill.
What is this thing
I can't explain it!
Divinely linked
and merged inside;
the flesh plays games
immensely kissing
I ruminate
I'm mystified.
has made me addictive
my endorphin
levels are raised.
There is no ache
expect the one missing
your constant flow
of touching thrill.
What is this thing
I can't explain it!
Divinely linked
and merged inside;
the flesh plays games
immensely kissing
I ruminate
I'm mystified.
#love
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