summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:34pm
Yesterday 8:34pm
rises this origami bird, from plastic wrappers & pressed petals
odoriferous bitterness of your non-degradable
synthetic dominant demons virally spread
in your dramatic unfolding predacious innards...
as saintly flickers of golden mimicking linings
are today, after so long a wait, taken over by the
d(r)ying organics in a miraculous rebirth-
(a ceremonious alchemical
fragrance of rosepetals & sandalwood with the holy
huey turmeric yellowy marigold~ chrysanthemums
in a garland assemblage.. operose fingers drown in
them in a nostalgic searching~ pulling ritualistic ...
synthetic dominant demons virally spread
in your dramatic unfolding predacious innards...
as saintly flickers of golden mimicking linings
are today, after so long a wait, taken over by the
d(r)ying organics in a miraculous rebirth-
(a ceremonious alchemical
fragrance of rosepetals & sandalwood with the holy
huey turmeric yellowy marigold~ chrysanthemums
in a garland assemblage.. operose fingers drown in
them in a nostalgic searching~ pulling ritualistic ...
#love
#dreams
#spiritual #freedom
#spiritual #freedom
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mel44
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:18pm
Yesterday 5:18pm
Anam Cara
We are not tethered
by tragic losses and defeat
our struggles do not confine
suffering and pain
assuredly, do not define –
Shared compassion
and integrity align
our kindred spirit;
unbound by place or time
always we shall rise
together your hand in mine –
Illumine your soul
my Anam Cara;
we will forever shine
by tragic losses and defeat
our struggles do not confine
suffering and pain
assuredly, do not define –
Shared compassion
and integrity align
our kindred spirit;
unbound by place or time
always we shall rise
together your hand in mine –
Illumine your soul
my Anam Cara;
we will forever shine
#friendship
#spiritual
#support
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:31pm
Yesterday 2:31pm
Scheduled Maintenance (V of )
Visiiale
#spiritual
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:27pm
Yesterday 2:27pm
Optical Character Recognition Scanning Scratchpaper Of Self
The secretory system rang up the
processing desk deep within what it
calls its neural languaging record
Very deep
(HISTORY)
I Would Have Worn A Face Mask to Hide the Light in my Face from the
Gaze of Man.
And the journey?
Her doodles
11 lucky number
Take it
Magic process princess me is in toad,
Engines To do It
Learn It
processing desk deep within what it
calls its neural languaging record
Very deep
(HISTORY)
I Would Have Worn A Face Mask to Hide the Light in my Face from the
Gaze of Man.
And the journey?
Her doodles
11 lucky number
Take it
Magic process princess me is in toad,
Engines To do It
Learn It
#spiritual
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Em-ily
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:09pm
Yesterday 1:09pm
Poem About Today
All religions are different in the same way; they are a group of humanity reconciling with extensions of the past, projecting forward the group's hopes, forward, usualy in opposition to existing commonalities.
Often times they support themselves upon at least portions of the old commonality, maintaining frameworks while demolishing what are seen to be fallacies or outdated perspectives
The future is like human philosophy because humanity is a myth of a myth. Far better, that, for humanity's history. What is called God instead of myth has come about as the result of...
Often times they support themselves upon at least portions of the old commonality, maintaining frameworks while demolishing what are seen to be fallacies or outdated perspectives
The future is like human philosophy because humanity is a myth of a myth. Far better, that, for humanity's history. What is called God instead of myth has come about as the result of...
#love
#spiritual
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:44am
Yesterday 5:44am
I Am Not My Body
You cannot say
I am a gender!
I possess
the gender
that serves me
You cannot say
what race I am
I saw the stars
sing together
when the world was made
and I know
you were there
...so DON’T
measure me
by the skin
I didn’t start with
I am a gender!
I possess
the gender
that serves me
You cannot say
what race I am
I saw the stars
sing together
when the world was made
and I know
you were there
...so DON’T
measure me
by the skin
I didn’t start with
#spiritual
#humankind
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 8:07pm
23rd Sep 2020 8:07pm
smoke from a dying campfire
I think of you in the most momentary, unbidden times.
I hear your voice in the flick of a cigarette lighter
And in the relieved exhale of that first breath of smoke.
I remember your guidance in a casual stroll
Through a collection of crystals and magical things.
I see your lost, carefree face in the rings of an unmarked piece of wood
And in the strings of an idle guitar.
You held my hand on a trip to Neverland,
But we were lost in the howling winds
Of an intruding call from the main land
That told us our time was up. ...
I hear your voice in the flick of a cigarette lighter
And in the relieved exhale of that first breath of smoke.
I remember your guidance in a casual stroll
Through a collection of crystals and magical things.
I see your lost, carefree face in the rings of an unmarked piece of wood
And in the strings of an idle guitar.
You held my hand on a trip to Neverland,
But we were lost in the howling winds
Of an intruding call from the main land
That told us our time was up. ...
#love
#breakup
#earth
#spiritual
#lover
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 5:54pm
23rd Sep 2020 5:54pm
my sweet Adonai
dear celestial Father
Adonai my sweet Adonai
will you marry me someday?
on the altar of sacrifice
I offer my humble prayers
I seek you in the heavens
I see you on the Earth
when I'm sitting quietly
contemplating in the garden
you trouble the tulip tree
so much like a wedding bouquet
much too big for me
a metaphor and a promise
from your heart to mine
when my time here on Earth is done
I will be ready, ready to greet you
a lady grown in wisdom
a child of your creation
I sing...
Adonai my sweet Adonai
will you marry me someday?
on the altar of sacrifice
I offer my humble prayers
I seek you in the heavens
I see you on the Earth
when I'm sitting quietly
contemplating in the garden
you trouble the tulip tree
so much like a wedding bouquet
much too big for me
a metaphor and a promise
from your heart to mine
when my time here on Earth is done
I will be ready, ready to greet you
a lady grown in wisdom
a child of your creation
I sing...
#love
#spiritual
38 reads
8 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 1:38pm
23rd Sep 2020 1:38pm
Poem About Tomorrow
I said, "Spiritual help."
I always have God’s prayers.
“Put it in,” I said.
And we will talk about the ancients called a Christ and a Buddha -
Thay are powerful magicians in the long term. They seek not only to attain enlightenment, but to bring it, as well. They accurate inner knowledge and pretty precise astrological dynamics. Pinpoint, even.
They have great spiritual knowledge of deep work and always appear to be in the right place at the right time, even when they appear to be in the wrong place. They...
I always have God’s prayers.
“Put it in,” I said.
And we will talk about the ancients called a Christ and a Buddha -
Thay are powerful magicians in the long term. They seek not only to attain enlightenment, but to bring it, as well. They accurate inner knowledge and pretty precise astrological dynamics. Pinpoint, even.
They have great spiritual knowledge of deep work and always appear to be in the right place at the right time, even when they appear to be in the wrong place. They...
#love
#spiritual
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Neoma
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 4:22am
23rd Sep 2020 4:22am
Simplification
Karma is a state of mine mind
Dharma, well, that's whatever you want
it to be
Like, i call it, a child's universal
laughter
i call it, magic in a butterfly's
flight path
i call it, birdsong in a human's
ear
Of course
i am Wrong
and i am Backwards
i am even ... Upside down
And, quite possibly, folks who don't just
make stuff up (like i do) will tell you
that i'm just making stuff up
And that, while...
Dharma, well, that's whatever you want
it to be
Like, i call it, a child's universal
laughter
i call it, magic in a butterfly's
flight path
i call it, birdsong in a human's
ear
Of course
i am Wrong
and i am Backwards
i am even ... Upside down
And, quite possibly, folks who don't just
make stuff up (like i do) will tell you
that i'm just making stuff up
And that, while...
#spiritual
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8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 1:49pm
22nd Sep 2020 1:49pm
Manifest of The Monsoonal~ Autumnal Nights
hazy smeary crescent moon’s a scarface...
tantalizing in faint visibilities .. a dull pain
is in an abominable rise in these dreamy
eyes... as zigzaggy chelating cloudiness
monsters are in their gallopy hide & seek
eclipsing shutdowns...
…those thickening messy mesh breathless
blackish blankets in motion they become...
(earlier at dusky dazzle junctures, simply adorns the sunsetting horizons as tinkly ablaze
fiery swords in vulnerable throws.... afloat as moody mischievous.. winking often in flary
lightning...
tantalizing in faint visibilities .. a dull pain
is in an abominable rise in these dreamy
eyes... as zigzaggy chelating cloudiness
monsters are in their gallopy hide & seek
eclipsing shutdowns...
…those thickening messy mesh breathless
blackish blankets in motion they become...
(earlier at dusky dazzle junctures, simply adorns the sunsetting horizons as tinkly ablaze
fiery swords in vulnerable throws.... afloat as moody mischievous.. winking often in flary
lightning...
#love
#spiritual
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3 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 8:44am
22nd Sep 2020 8:44am
Silence
The silence speaks, I tell my thoughts to stay quiet. Because I love the way the silence sangs to me. It says a lot without saying anything,
It feels the room with its presence, yet it remains unseen. It neither comes nor does it ever goes. It never argues or cry, it never leaves my side. It is easily disturb by voices, and the coming and goings of mankind.
But it never complains, just sit and listen, to the stories of day. Day or night, darkness or light. The silence embraces them all. Just waiting for it chance to speak. It sits and waits to be heard, it could be...
It feels the room with its presence, yet it remains unseen. It neither comes nor does it ever goes. It never argues or cry, it never leaves my side. It is easily disturb by voices, and the coming and goings of mankind.
But it never complains, just sit and listen, to the stories of day. Day or night, darkness or light. The silence embraces them all. Just waiting for it chance to speak. It sits and waits to be heard, it could be...
#spiritual
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