summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 8:29pm
20th Apr 2025 8:29pm
~& the warm-up in process.. for the death knell :: unleashing fully the inner aghori #2
https://youtu.be/Xm9kjceWeEc?feature=shared
the holy land of Kashi lights up
in its Aarthi worship.. performed
by the priests in synchronizations..
intense yellows of the flames..
unwaveringly like the flashing huge
petals of the fiery sun itself.. dance
steadily against gravity.. as
conspicuously raging third eye
of Shiva .. tearing out
of the darkly black nights
out in the daring daylights..
peacock feathers adorn
the whitened powdery beds
of the...
the holy land of Kashi lights up
in its Aarthi worship.. performed
by the priests in synchronizations..
intense yellows of the flames..
unwaveringly like the flashing huge
petals of the fiery sun itself.. dance
steadily against gravity.. as
conspicuously raging third eye
of Shiva .. tearing out
of the darkly black nights
out in the daring daylights..
peacock feathers adorn
the whitened powdery beds
of the...
#lies
#rebellion
#religion
#spiritual
#war
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2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 3:55pm
19th Apr 2025 3:55pm
~teaser #1 :: when the inner~ aghori unleashes…
this smiling yogic lips as if a deep purplish
to watery-coloured glassy mishmash emulsion
of a many bitten clotted beady clusters …
spread in a sensual scatter.. amongst
the foaming in rainy droplets in glisten..
of a daytime..
mutates sudden ..
over the overtaking maya
-a transitional twilight-ic switch
of a grave
yes, welcome to the liberational grave
that now, you are already in fateful entry.
your monstrous mouth of maggoty lies ...
to watery-coloured glassy mishmash emulsion
of a many bitten clotted beady clusters …
spread in a sensual scatter.. amongst
the foaming in rainy droplets in glisten..
of a daytime..
mutates sudden ..
over the overtaking maya
-a transitional twilight-ic switch
of a grave
yes, welcome to the liberational grave
that now, you are already in fateful entry.
your monstrous mouth of maggoty lies ...
#anger
#dark
#evil
#rebellion
#spiritual
71 reads
3 Comments
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 2:30am
18th Apr 2025 2:30am
cathecisms of the streetlight choir
Breathe deep, apostate.
The night is gospel.
We raise our voices in alleys
where halos flicker in sodium glow
and faith is forged in footfalls.
No pews. No pulpit.
Just pavement and panic.
We kneel only to tie laces tighter—
ready to run,
ready to rise.
Our verses are chants in riot cadence.
We speak in spray paint
and whisper revolutions
through torn masks and stolen megaphones.
Beneath every flickering bulb,
a prophet waits
with boots caked in dust and defiance,
ready to sing truth off-key
and loud as...
The night is gospel.
We raise our voices in alleys
where halos flicker in sodium glow
and faith is forged in footfalls.
No pews. No pulpit.
Just pavement and panic.
We kneel only to tie laces tighter—
ready to run,
ready to rise.
Our verses are chants in riot cadence.
We speak in spray paint
and whisper revolutions
through torn masks and stolen megaphones.
Beneath every flickering bulb,
a prophet waits
with boots caked in dust and defiance,
ready to sing truth off-key
and loud as...
#CallToAction
#rebellion
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doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 4:21pm
17th Apr 2025 4:21pm
requiem for the clocktower
Smash the hands, insurrectionist.
The hour is over.
We gather at the feet of the clocktower—
not to tell time,
but to end it.
No more ticking.
No more schedules like shackles.
We bury calendars in rubble
and measure moments
in footsteps,
in shattered glass,
in the pause before the charge.
Time belongs to tyrants.
To the ones who punch in,
lock out,
wind down their souls
until they forget the sound
of stillness.
But we remember.
We remember how to stretch a second
into...
The hour is over.
We gather at the feet of the clocktower—
not to tell time,
but to end it.
No more ticking.
No more schedules like shackles.
We bury calendars in rubble
and measure moments
in footsteps,
in shattered glass,
in the pause before the charge.
Time belongs to tyrants.
To the ones who punch in,
lock out,
wind down their souls
until they forget the sound
of stillness.
But we remember.
We remember how to stretch a second
into...
#CallToAction
#rebellion
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0 Comments
doreenheimer
Aether
Aether
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 3:55pm
17th Apr 2025 3:55pm
psalm of the barricade
Raise the wall, disciple.
The scripture is written in plywood
and spray paint—
verse by verse, brick by brick,
beneath a sky split by flashbang hallelujahs.
This is not a sanctuary.
This is a stand.
Every dumpster, every railing,
a chapter of resistance
stacked against the armored doctrine
of order.
We don’t sing hymns.
We scream them—
raw-throated and ragged,
set to the tempo
of heartbeat and hammerfall.
The holy water’s been tainted.
So we drink fire.
We anoint ourselves
in...
The scripture is written in plywood
and spray paint—
verse by verse, brick by brick,
beneath a sky split by flashbang hallelujahs.
This is not a sanctuary.
This is a stand.
Every dumpster, every railing,
a chapter of resistance
stacked against the armored doctrine
of order.
We don’t sing hymns.
We scream them—
raw-throated and ragged,
set to the tempo
of heartbeat and hammerfall.
The holy water’s been tainted.
So we drink fire.
We anoint ourselves
in...
#CallToAction
#rebellion
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0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 00:19am
10th Apr 2025 00:19am
Shadow of Fear
You can drive a car if you do it right
but you can't go far if it puts you out of sight
you can't look at girls
you can't drink anything
you got to get your kicks in the shadow of fear
You stay out late when they think your young
then they find out, there gonna want you hung
so you try to understand that you might get near
cause your lost alone in the shadow of fear
So you found a chick that you think is fine
but you fell too fast so you lost your mind
society looks, but they turn their ears
you got to get your kicks in...
but you can't go far if it puts you out of sight
you can't look at girls
you can't drink anything
you got to get your kicks in the shadow of fear
You stay out late when they think your young
then they find out, there gonna want you hung
so you try to understand that you might get near
cause your lost alone in the shadow of fear
So you found a chick that you think is fine
but you fell too fast so you lost your mind
society looks, but they turn their ears
you got to get your kicks in...
#FeelingTrapped
#lyrics
#rebellion
#rhyming
#teens
95 reads
6 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 6:20am
25th Mar 2025 6:20am
Hell on Two Wheels
On the heels of injustice comes hell on two wheels
Riding into town looking for stern retribution
A steel horse baptized in fire is engulfing its rider
Who brings the inspiring flame of a revolution
Like a burning invader this infernal crusader
Carries a chain to punish or to possibly atone
But his unsheathed sword brings you the word
With poetic tongue dipped in sharp brimstone
“Vengeance is bliss” the rider hisses if you reminisce
When reason and logic were mistaken for anarchy
As the laws have fractured under all...
Riding into town looking for stern retribution
A steel horse baptized in fire is engulfing its rider
Who brings the inspiring flame of a revolution
Like a burning invader this infernal crusader
Carries a chain to punish or to possibly atone
But his unsheathed sword brings you the word
With poetic tongue dipped in sharp brimstone
“Vengeance is bliss” the rider hisses if you reminisce
When reason and logic were mistaken for anarchy
As the laws have fractured under all...
#PowerOfWords
#rebellion
#revenge #TruthOfLife
#revenge #TruthOfLife
112 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
16th Mar 2025 4:15pm
~ASHTAKAALI~ The Eight Avatar-ing Kaali
https://youtu.be/xWgDYQgCKM8?feature=shared
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
the demon in a let loose cruel
.’Rakshasa Kora Thaandavam’
..the slaying of the demon
are the needful prayers
of these innocent helpless
masses ..
in the happening now. the
#Soorasamhaaram
the virgin snake goddess
‘Nagakanni Amman’
births the raging sacred forces
The Eight Kaali Forms .. the
‘ASHTAKAALI..’
from the eighth egg.....
#feminism
#God
#inspirational
#rebellion
#spiritual
144 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 2:20pm
11th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Ponder a Box
What lies within the box, unseen,
a token lost, a thought pristine?
Or merely air, a void serene?
Does it hold time, a clock unwound,
a moment trapped, a silence found?
Or echoes lost where none astound?
Could it be dreams of lives once led,
flickering ghosts a life long dead?
Or hopes unwoven, stitched with thread?
Might it contain the stars of yore.
The cosmos bound behind this door?
Infinity within its core?
Or is it but the simplest guise,
a trick played out before our eyes?...
a token lost, a thought pristine?
Or merely air, a void serene?
Does it hold time, a clock unwound,
a moment trapped, a silence found?
Or echoes lost where none astound?
Could it be dreams of lives once led,
flickering ghosts a life long dead?
Or hopes unwoven, stitched with thread?
Might it contain the stars of yore.
The cosmos bound behind this door?
Infinity within its core?
Or is it but the simplest guise,
a trick played out before our eyes?...
#evolution
#honesty
#mythology
#rebellion
#spiritual
136 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
10th Mar 2025 9:39pm
~the puppeteer
gathering all threads inner
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being...
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being...
#dark
#metaphor
#politics
#rebellion
#violence
129 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 11:48pm
8th Mar 2025 11:48pm
furious you might be doubting
you pause
to consider how best to respond
and before you have your moment to speak
is
gone
off their heads they
have
to just carry on shouting ..
to consider how best to respond
and before you have your moment to speak
is
gone
off their heads they
have
to just carry on shouting ..
#corruption
#politics
#rebellion
126 reads
6 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:56am
8th Mar 2025 7:56am
~oasis heart
viz: oasis heart
#love
#magic
#minimalist
#rebellion
#TruthOfLife
182 reads
5 Comments
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