Long Life Cycle Poems
#LifeCycle
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as long as the orchestra "harmonizes"(as long as im "alive")- perhaps there's always a chance to potentially experience more; if the music "makes sense"- right?- should a possible "opened window?"- in a moment- be ignored?
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
I've.... procrastinated on permanently changing my middle name to "safe"- now how much sense does that actually make? - that's not quite how life's rhythm operates....
sade(the singer)- would say- "smooth" is the way; what is my...
#beauty
#crush
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
#women
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Eschaton’s Banquet
Echoes in the Ruins
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic...
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic...
#LifeCycle
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"Dream world" vs "Waking world"
sometimes the "dream world" is where I'd like to be; there's this chance that "favor" is granted almost automatically;
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
even though within the "dream world"-aspects of the "waking world" more or less bleeds within the lines- of the blurry fantasy;
the "waking world"(madness dressed in illusion)is mostly a harsh reality- filled with peaks and valleys- storms consistent of bricks and stones- guaranteed damage to the psyche(though we wonder why...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#philosophical #LifeCycle
#philosophical #LifeCycle
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The stream of life
Skipped like a stone upon the stream of life,
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.
The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.
I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments...
you sink so quick but in the moment you float on.
The ripples.. reflecting each memory, a shimmer in the darkness of eternity.
Broadcasting a signal, a long lasting symbol of sheer perseverance,
cycles of suffering and satisfaction
understanding not even a fraction of oneself..
This game is endless and never won but it's simply played for fun.
I follow the flow of frequencies wherever they lead.
While temptations deceive gratitude brings peace.
In this evolution of self with moments...
#inspirational
#learning
#LifeCycle
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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"Poetic Justice "
aspirations to engage the right side of this brain as much as the left; there are blockages that occasionally make me want to literally bull rush my head- into concrete wall....
as if I could ever express or manifest something at all so profound that it resurrects necessary spirits from the dead- to somehow help magically bring about a way to save those that were never meant for this earthly🌎 existential dread....
because no matter where one goes- there one is; a species bearing witness to...
as if I could ever express or manifest something at all so profound that it resurrects necessary spirits from the dead- to somehow help magically bring about a way to save those that were never meant for this earthly🌎 existential dread....
because no matter where one goes- there one is; a species bearing witness to...
#escape
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#frustration
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Groundhog Day.
My unbeating heart makes not one
Single gesture
The sores on my arms are infected and festered
Blood runs cold, stopping in its tracks
What was once full of life, now lacks
Lay still, silent
Though not quiet, no not very quiet
Searing red, strife and violence.
I wake up, in a hospital bed
Only to find that it’s happened again.
What could possibly have gone wrong?
As I wake from the dead,
Entire life infront of me
Hanging by a thread
There’s No light at the end of my tunnel ...
Single gesture
The sores on my arms are infected and festered
Blood runs cold, stopping in its tracks
What was once full of life, now lacks
Lay still, silent
Though not quiet, no not very quiet
Searing red, strife and violence.
I wake up, in a hospital bed
Only to find that it’s happened again.
What could possibly have gone wrong?
As I wake from the dead,
Entire life infront of me
Hanging by a thread
There’s No light at the end of my tunnel ...
#dark
#LifeCycle
#sadness
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Without love
What is life without love, for is it still call life when we are alone in the dead of the night skies. THAT hangs upon our very words, like the silence of our night tears that seems, to be lost in the very mixture of unforgotten time. ⌚ For sure do we really know what is life without love, but yet we still crave that real feeling of love and affection, and support and understanding. Only to be denied that what we crave due to the point, that we start shifting our own personal thoughts, 🤔 to dive deeper than deep into the process of the way that, we think and believe in our heart...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#happiness
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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20 Years
Hey, kiddo.”
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
I say softly as she walks into view, a warm smile already tugging on my lips. She lifts her head to meet my eyes, tilting it as she observes my face, before suddenly announcing, “You look like Grammy!” I can’t help but chuckle at her response, kneeling down so that we are eye-to-eye. I watch as she takes in my most despised parts, my double chin, thin mouth, and plump cheeks, a mix of curiosity and affection shining in her bright brown eyes.
“I guess so.” I reply quietly, a similar blend of emotions swimming with tears in mine. There are so many things I...
#childhood
#confessional
#dreams #LifeCycle
#dreams #LifeCycle
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Castles of the Forgotten
Castles of the Forgotten Shore
The wind shall shape the shifting sand,
In hills and valleys softly carved,
Children build, their castles grand,
A kingdom made with tender hands,
Where dreams are shaped by golden strands,
But waves will take them back to land.
The waves will take them back to land,
As wind blows softly through the sand.
The children’s dreams slip through their hands,
While castles crumble, soft and grand.
In silence, shadows fill the strands,
And all returns to sea and...
The wind shall shape the shifting sand,
In hills and valleys softly carved,
Children build, their castles grand,
A kingdom made with tender hands,
Where dreams are shaped by golden strands,
But waves will take them back to land.
The waves will take them back to land,
As wind blows softly through the sand.
The children’s dreams slip through their hands,
While castles crumble, soft and grand.
In silence, shadows fill the strands,
And all returns to sea and...
#LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
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....
how can you heal what is deathing?- "I'm ready to go right now"~John legend; existence green lit for what though?-this shit is really fucking cut throat- why must we have so many questions?-about whatever brought about catastrophe destined-headed to "Armageddon";
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
I fear/praise "god" not- because the dark is where he/it left us....all this " god is watching" and "the devil's gonna getcha"(spookisms)-the darkness I embrace is the "sin" that's labeled pleasure- weed- the only most high that's...
#depression
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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SUDDENLY IT CAME TO ME (Wed., Jan. 8th, 2025, 1:00am, Palm Springs, California)
suddenly
it came to me
in flowing streams
of gleaming liquid veils unfurled
a sacred truth s secret hidden
in these words
within my being
within my soul
whispered given
to by and from
someone something
some previously ungrasped unknown
higher ineffable power
somewhere far beyond
this earth this sun
these feelings thoughts
these thin ink lined words ...
it came to me
in flowing streams
of gleaming liquid veils unfurled
a sacred truth s secret hidden
in these words
within my being
within my soul
whispered given
to by and from
someone something
some previously ungrasped unknown
higher ineffable power
somewhere far beyond
this earth this sun
these feelings thoughts
these thin ink lined words ...
#evolution
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
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DU Poetry : Long Life Cycle Poems