Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
Today 6:02am
Today 6:02am
Philosophy 23. Become a member of our society (page two of two)
Unlike La Ner We come to the part where we talk about the middle ground. When we are about to break the rod that divides to the ends, we Give the world of fiction: We know and choose between these extremes of truth, and our consciousness is a complex and moving polarity. If all of these closed and open opposites are combined, we will completely lose our current measure, and this year is our mark. By choosing to cross F between the poles, by Xx and QD, by discernment and neglect, we discard our personality and g In this menu 7 we continually choose our reality. :
Silent,...
Silent,...
#magic
#philosophical
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Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
Today 5:59am
Today 5:59am
Philosophy 23. Become a member of our society. (page one of two)
In order for the nature of the universe to exist, we must at least have something else to look at. :
If we can use the language of the line to the image of reality, we can worry about what speed, what kind of movement, what kind of movement we are at. It is possible for a person to get married.
Relate this to nature: Become a member of our society. It seems to be a real, narrow, and effortless process. These are social and ethical as well as:
The tragedy of this change is the fear of extinction, the change of identity, and the change of ego (emotional and...
If we can use the language of the line to the image of reality, we can worry about what speed, what kind of movement, what kind of movement we are at. It is possible for a person to get married.
Relate this to nature: Become a member of our society. It seems to be a real, narrow, and effortless process. These are social and ethical as well as:
The tragedy of this change is the fear of extinction, the change of identity, and the change of ego (emotional and...
#magic
#philosophical
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averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
21st Sep 2021 1:02am
21st Sep 2021 1:02am
Magic wand
#erotic
#magic
#sexy
133 reads
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archie23
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 10:58am
10th Sep 2021 10:58am
POPCORN FLOWER CURIOSITY
POPCORN FLOWER CURIOSITY
I create reality
I can live through broken bones.
The lacerations are always mended
by staples and stitches.
Concussions always allow me a free pass-
-lightshow conversation with GOD.....
(I remember Courtney Newman.)
(I'll write about her later)
"Do you regret those moments of time?
Would you undo the suffering in exchange
for the rewards of experience?"
YES?
NO!
I have earned my scars
I would suffer my past fates
a...
I create reality
I can live through broken bones.
The lacerations are always mended
by staples and stitches.
Concussions always allow me a free pass-
-lightshow conversation with GOD.....
(I remember Courtney Newman.)
(I'll write about her later)
"Do you regret those moments of time?
Would you undo the suffering in exchange
for the rewards of experience?"
YES?
NO!
I have earned my scars
I would suffer my past fates
a...
#spiritual
#frustration
#confusion #magic
#confusion #magic
33 reads
3 Comments
Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
10th Sep 2021 00:13am
10th Sep 2021 00:13am
Seven Thumps And The Gateway To Foo.
7
#love
#religion
#magic
33 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Sep 2021 7:06pm
5th Sep 2021 7:06pm
A Witches Moon
What strange webs
The witches weave
So contrary, and so contraire
A curious magic once conceived
Lies floating in the air
I wave my wand
In a curious sway
And cast my spells around
Speaking a magic of long gone days
When the world was magic bound
So i weave my webs
And cast my spells
And dream of times now past
When the moon shone brightly in the sky
As the witches shadows were cast
by Jemia
The witches weave
So contrary, and so contraire
A curious magic once conceived
Lies floating in the air
I wave my wand
In a curious sway
And cast my spells around
Speaking a magic of long gone days
When the world was magic bound
So i weave my webs
And cast my spells
And dream of times now past
When the moon shone brightly in the sky
As the witches shadows were cast
by Jemia
#memories
#magic
#witches
32 reads
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Blackwolf
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 8:40pm
2nd Sep 2021 8:40pm
Lady Ley Line
What Is This , An Abbess / Abyss Missed ?
Between The Lips Of Earth So Kissed
As The Lissed Becomes Tongue Twist
Such The Hips Succumb To Wrist
To Wrap Her Round Without A Sound
Medicine Pole Buried In Mound
What She Is , Is Still Renowned
Raise Her Up , Yet Bind Her Down
Between The Lips Of Earth So Kissed
As The Lissed Becomes Tongue Twist
Such The Hips Succumb To Wrist
To Wrap Her Round Without A Sound
Medicine Pole Buried In Mound
What She Is , Is Still Renowned
Raise Her Up , Yet Bind Her Down
#pagan
#magic
#tradition
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missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2021 3:18pm
2nd Sep 2021 3:18pm
A Farewell To Happy Horatio
My Pixie friend
Was a rather plump little chap
Also had a bald patch
Which he hid beneath his cap
He was fluent in many languages
And could tell a good tale, or two
About his curious life in fairyland
And of his sojourn in London zoo
He road on the backs of Robins
As he had no wings to fly
Had had many a chat with fairies
As he gazed at the moon, up high
His name was Happy Horatio
He liked smiling like a clown
And told jokes, and played pranks
I never saw him frown
He loved to dance to...
Was a rather plump little chap
Also had a bald patch
Which he hid beneath his cap
He was fluent in many languages
And could tell a good tale, or two
About his curious life in fairyland
And of his sojourn in London zoo
He road on the backs of Robins
As he had no wings to fly
Had had many a chat with fairies
As he gazed at the moon, up high
His name was Happy Horatio
He liked smiling like a clown
And told jokes, and played pranks
I never saw him frown
He loved to dance to...
#funny
#fairies
#magic #surreal
#magic #surreal
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
20th Aug 2021 4:02am
20th Aug 2021 4:02am
Path of Awakening
Path of Awakening
Sparks from a Jovian juniper
Are fireflies too hot to touch
When the forest if full of stars
On our tortoise trek in umber
Where we walk embers
Like Polynesians on live coals
But only the clovers to cushion our trail
Wet with tears born of a wood nymph
Whose sorrow is our path
Out of the toll of the bells
Into our own kind of grief
When a cup of mourning is enough
To fill the empty spaces
Sparks from a Jovian juniper
Are fireflies too hot to touch
When the forest if full of stars
On our tortoise trek in umber
Where we walk embers
Like Polynesians on live coals
But only the clovers to cushion our trail
Wet with tears born of a wood nymph
Whose sorrow is our path
Out of the toll of the bells
Into our own kind of grief
When a cup of mourning is enough
To fill the empty spaces
#love
#grief
#fairies #magic
#fairies #magic
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8 Comments
Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
16th Aug 2021 00:55am
16th Aug 2021 00:55am
Don't
Don't let this place define you.
You know who I let define me?
Sparrows.
Literally IRL in the IRL,
i let the sparrows do most of defining of me
Yeah, the little birds,
and my relationships with thems.
That's what defines me to me
My lover is a good thing
but i ain't got one right now,
and ain't none gonna be my definition
of more than just a small piece...
You know who I let define me?
Sparrows.
Literally IRL in the IRL,
i let the sparrows do most of defining of me
Yeah, the little birds,
and my relationships with thems.
That's what defines me to me
My lover is a good thing
but i ain't got one right now,
and ain't none gonna be my definition
of more than just a small piece...
#birds
#humankind
#magic
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Em-ily
Edward_Young
Edward_Young
Poem Published
14th Aug 2021 8:23pm
14th Aug 2021 8:23pm
To the 7 thirsty witches. I use 7 Amharic a lot. It is like a healing herb. Ginseng maybe? Maybe Haybridized with cumin.
🤨, it's hard to wear a grimace all the time. I just want to shine for each and everyone of you . To say, "Here I am!" With ❤️🩹.
#pagan
#magic
#witches
34 reads
7 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
13th Aug 2021 11:39am
Star Gun
Shooting star,
not
just
Far afar,
In
the
Atmosphere.
It exists
there,
In your head space,
& heart space,
like the face
of this
wish,
Just for you,
to vanish -
into
a
dream,
& banish -
all
that
would
deem the dream
As
Merely a dream
Out
Of the realm
of
possibility
To
Place you back
Above
The
helm,
of
your dream
for
...
not
just
Far afar,
In
the
Atmosphere.
It exists
there,
In your head space,
& heart space,
like the face
of this
wish,
Just for you,
to vanish -
into
a
dream,
& banish -
all
that
would
deem the dream
As
Merely a dream
Out
Of the realm
of
possibility
To
Place you back
Above
The
helm,
of
your dream
for
...
#love
#friendship
#beauty
#stars
#magic
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