SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Mar 2025 7:03pm
25th Mar 2025 7:03pm
Part I of Part II (Eighth Dimensional Kundalini Awakening)
I would like to take the time to explore on ancient energy and when harnessing the temperament.
In order to specify, let me explain exactly what energy is.
There are several types of energy the body naturally has, it is when we tap into the database of our Third Eye Receptacles, during the revelation it feels like you can move the world.
I will always say, the Creator made our vessels to endure, to overcome, to uplift, and to utilize our God given divine powers, you have your, Ethos (Ethos is the appeal to credibility or character), your Pathos...
In order to specify, let me explain exactly what energy is.
There are several types of energy the body naturally has, it is when we tap into the database of our Third Eye Receptacles, during the revelation it feels like you can move the world.
I will always say, the Creator made our vessels to endure, to overcome, to uplift, and to utilize our God given divine powers, you have your, Ethos (Ethos is the appeal to credibility or character), your Pathos...
#astrology
#meditation
#rebirth
#spiritual
#water
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 11:17pm
23rd Mar 2025 11:17pm
Tender Whispers Of Ire (An Yoruba Goddess)
Land before time as we’ve embraced in a timeless dance
The utopia of Heavenly’s grace, a hidden romance
Aphrodisiac to enslave the loins of every mortal man
From where he lies to where he stands
Entwined of silk as we lay
I like how we come together, kisses to my mind, when our hearts, the fusing of our souls, he has me, my scent he wears when we foreplay
Butterrumming, him with the gyrating of my curvaceous hips
His palms tattooing my body, gripping my skin tighter, oh, shit
His grunting, ahhh...the aroma of us sailing in...
The utopia of Heavenly’s grace, a hidden romance
Aphrodisiac to enslave the loins of every mortal man
From where he lies to where he stands
Entwined of silk as we lay
I like how we come together, kisses to my mind, when our hearts, the fusing of our souls, he has me, my scent he wears when we foreplay
Butterrumming, him with the gyrating of my curvaceous hips
His palms tattooing my body, gripping my skin tighter, oh, shit
His grunting, ahhh...the aroma of us sailing in...
#moon
#mythology
#spiritual
#sun
#water
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
21st Mar 2025 4:39pm
Moorish..
A muscular utopia of pure endowed
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
Chiseled of reminisce from the scrolls of the Creator’s image
Molded in His perfection, mmm… His likeness
A blessed commodity as he stands in his own destiny
Devoid of his rib to have been conformed from thee
A weary pilgrimage to allow him to covet me with famished kisses to adorn my mouth
For thy love is greater than elixir drips of sweeten wine
Savoring of good emollients of doleful hands languish christening my supple skin
The name upon my lips is...
#cats
#mythology
#water
#rebirth
#spiritual
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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
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 9:31pm
14th Mar 2025 9:31pm
Mabon (and tinned apples)
The website told me to
"Get out in the garden"
but it might have to be
someone else's garden
because I don't have one
(unless you count weeds)
but I'm pretty sure harvesting
the last of someone else's
summer crops is illegal
so I won't be doing that
this year
Though if Mabon comes around
and I happen to be in an apocalypse
the Gods and I might need to have words
because I'm not prepared
and I'm sure crop theft
is absolutely acceptable
under those circumstances
just not...
"Get out in the garden"
but it might have to be
someone else's garden
because I don't have one
(unless you count weeds)
but I'm pretty sure harvesting
the last of someone else's
summer crops is illegal
so I won't be doing that
this year
Though if Mabon comes around
and I happen to be in an apocalypse
the Gods and I might need to have words
because I'm not prepared
and I'm sure crop theft
is absolutely acceptable
under those circumstances
just not...
#LifeCycle
#satirical
#spiritual
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Seed
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
Necromancy
Necromancers, using magic words, call disembodied spirits who travel by night.
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
#night
#spiritual
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
11th Mar 2025 8:41pm
Genesis
I am the wind beneath blowing at Hell’s feet
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
When Demons come to the roundtable to greet
My sword’s tip ingrained in the wood
No permission granted in earthly rest until the understating of man’s devious plight is understood
Spells I ordained, your souls blended to entertain
Who dare deny the force of the afterlife, when it resides in me
The spiritual prodigy born with a discerning third eye
My heart, mind, soul manifested to obey unto man’s purgatory just to appease
Can bridge one moment to the next glimpsed of...
#river
#sea
#spiritual
#water
#wisdom
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
8th Mar 2025 7:15am
~a march(-ing) red..
.in a high noonish-dusk dramatics..
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
in a thin-line hybridised cusp… of a
wanton to puritan or vice versa..
i sit towards the sunny window .. letting in
the naked sunlight in all its luscious sparkle
.. of duskiness yellows.. dripping exuberance
of a translucent caramel honey in its tinkling
lippy dimpling corner kisses in a centric frilly
thickening voluptuous smoochy gather..
the buzzing whirring in trucks one after the
other .. but with some organic intervals in
between them as a...
#birds
#love
#spiritual
#StreamOfConsciousness
#trees
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 4:45am
7th Mar 2025 4:45am
In The Spirit Of Honoring A Hebrew King
This was one powerful King and found to be in God’s favor, bequeathed upon the accession of his throne by his father King David, most historians have failed to properly manifest the importance of this Darken Hue Hebrew King who ruled Israel with an iron fist and was spiritually noted to be fair and less grievous in his principles.
I wanted to take the time to pay homage to one of my blessed Kings from the pages in the Bible and for all his extraordinary gifts that has somehow seeped into the fabric of our life.
Allow me in words to take you...
I wanted to take the time to pay homage to one of my blessed Kings from the pages in the Bible and for all his extraordinary gifts that has somehow seeped into the fabric of our life.
Allow me in words to take you...
#heaven
#moon
#spiritual
#sun
#water
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 9:34am
6th Mar 2025 9:34am
~selkie:: in the sempiternal inner calling
The one thing which we seek with insatiable desire is to forget ourselves, … to lose our sempiternal memory, and to do something without knowing how or why….” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
she
has appeared
for me ..
watching me
following me ..
an intervention
decodes me this
now…
will i be able to
sense her presence ..
she had risen for me
from the deep seas
.. in her enchanted seal
form .. her dense shiny skin ...
she
has appeared
for me ..
watching me
following me ..
an intervention
decodes me this
now…
will i be able to
sense her presence ..
she had risen for me
from the deep seas
.. in her enchanted seal
form .. her dense shiny skin ...
#animals
#love
#sea
#spiritual
#symbolism
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SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2025 8:09pm
3rd Mar 2025 8:09pm
Wars of man and the beast who roams
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death due part
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful...
No, the Reptilians, Anunnaki gave man earth to atone
It’s astonishing how mortals of today can still stand on the Creator’s sacred ground
From the void of darkens, when the world was at peace, no vibrations, no migration, within the mist, devoid of sound
The image of superiority to rule the land, from the breath of nostrils there stood man
Unto his quiet heart
Female of his rib in twain until death due part
Domesticate over the mammals, the seas, partaking in the fruitful...
#angels
#rebirth
#spiritual
#sun
#water
228 reads
2 Comments
Ewayne
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 8:08pm
26th Feb 2025 8:08pm
The Girl Who Ran
Small hands, big eyes,
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
A little Black girl in a world too heavy for her bones.
A world that didn’t feel like hers,
A body that didn’t feel like home.
She moved through life like a shadow,
Silent, unseen,
Scared of the darkness that crept into her room at night,
That smelled like liquor and sweat and evil.
She had no words for what happened to her,
No voice to scream,
Only silence,
Only the sound of her breath disappearing into nothing.
Her mother was always working,
Always gone,
And when she was home,
Her hands were...
#abuse
#courage
#fear
#freedom
#spiritual
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4 Comments
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