Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 9:18pm
28th Apr 2025 9:18pm
~the second homecoming (#2)(collab with Uma)
that…
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts away to tears
of...
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts away to tears
of...
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
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InDreamz
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 6:08pm
20th Apr 2025 6:08pm
Whirling Dervishes
like whirling dervishes are stars;
pirouetting on their axis-
spin, spin, spinning
in a meditative momentum.
zooming in...zooming out-
breathing luminous plasma.
fusing...exploding-
a continuum of endless beginning.
swirling...spiraling
ever in the celestial realm
to the divine music
of the colossal cosmos.
emerged from the void
these self-sustaining entities
held by their own gravity,
constructing...destructing
themselves
as they dance
in trance ...
pirouetting on their axis-
spin, spin, spinning
in a meditative momentum.
zooming in...zooming out-
breathing luminous plasma.
fusing...exploding-
a continuum of endless beginning.
swirling...spiraling
ever in the celestial realm
to the divine music
of the colossal cosmos.
emerged from the void
these self-sustaining entities
held by their own gravity,
constructing...destructing
themselves
as they dance
in trance ...
#spiritual
#stars
#love
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crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 3:39pm
6th Apr 2025 3:39pm
accountable
invariably, I am what I am not
an empath struck by what is
channeling the pain of the verses
It affects me at a deep level
sometimes intertwining with my thoughts
a soul so complex with its art
metaphors and philosophies
that are not all mine
are just my way of coping with what is
flooded with visions that disturb
My first thought is to shove them down deep
but they cause me great anxiety
so I free them on the page
at what toll I don't know
They say kindness covers a multitude of sins
I hope...
an empath struck by what is
channeling the pain of the verses
It affects me at a deep level
sometimes intertwining with my thoughts
a soul so complex with its art
metaphors and philosophies
that are not all mine
are just my way of coping with what is
flooded with visions that disturb
My first thought is to shove them down deep
but they cause me great anxiety
so I free them on the page
at what toll I don't know
They say kindness covers a multitude of sins
I hope...
#love
#spiritual
99 reads
7 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 5:39pm
21st Apr 2025 5:39pm
Paradox
do we exist
or it's just a dream...?
when you become 'aware'
of your being,
you'll find yourself
at an intersection of two circles
representing reality and illusion;
the place they smudge
is a mental haze-
misty and mystique,
familiar yet unfamiliar.
a strange realm
where unknown overlaps known.
you can't evaluate your own existence,
you can't define your subsistence.
is our life real,
or a paradox
just like schrödinger's cat ...
or it's just a dream...?
when you become 'aware'
of your being,
you'll find yourself
at an intersection of two circles
representing reality and illusion;
the place they smudge
is a mental haze-
misty and mystique,
familiar yet unfamiliar.
a strange realm
where unknown overlaps known.
you can't evaluate your own existence,
you can't define your subsistence.
is our life real,
or a paradox
just like schrödinger's cat ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
#spiritual #StreamOfConsciousness
118 reads
11 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 11:02am
4th Apr 2025 11:02am
Second Homecoming (Collab with summultima uma)
Clear revealing night
Where light is broken twice
To welcome now the stranger
that has made him risen
He opened another door
Out of which he gazed in visions
Strangulated by his own premonition
Expectations and inner competitions
Upon the barriers feasting
with twilight eating eyes
Onward resisting
Demons be driven
Being human is an oath
So he stared into their eyes
A multidimensional plane took him
for all eternity
For these eyes were never shut
Upon humanity feasting
with twilight eating eyes
He...
Where light is broken twice
To welcome now the stranger
that has made him risen
He opened another door
Out of which he gazed in visions
Strangulated by his own premonition
Expectations and inner competitions
Upon the barriers feasting
with twilight eating eyes
Onward resisting
Demons be driven
Being human is an oath
So he stared into their eyes
A multidimensional plane took him
for all eternity
For these eyes were never shut
Upon humanity feasting
with twilight eating eyes
He...
#collaboration
#love
#spiritual
159 reads
10 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
18th Apr 2025 8:51pm
18th Apr 2025 8:51pm
Mood Swing # 23: Pendulum
......i thought to let it go
..not to dig too deep...inside of you
you thought otherwise....to Hell with Mercy
strung on my hung curvature...your Sexual Avatar
...collapsed...Viced gripped my swerve
until my body jerked in Violence...
pulsed and came...spat another script inside you...
....another Chapter from
.......my hidden Book of Enoch...
..you read my spasms in Morse code
...cloaked me...soaked me
Loving me from the dark side of your Moon
...
..not to dig too deep...inside of you
you thought otherwise....to Hell with Mercy
strung on my hung curvature...your Sexual Avatar
...collapsed...Viced gripped my swerve
until my body jerked in Violence...
pulsed and came...spat another script inside you...
....another Chapter from
.......my hidden Book of Enoch...
..you read my spasms in Morse code
...cloaked me...soaked me
Loving me from the dark side of your Moon
...
#lover
#sex
#spiritual #dark
#spiritual #dark
372 reads
4 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 4:49pm
7th Apr 2025 4:49pm
Ode to My Mango Tree
two decades or so, yet
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
ever reaching out to me
your calloused branches...
my voice and touch
carved in your aging bough,
your song when leaves rustle
in the night breeze
overwhelms my tormented soul...
o' my dearest amrapali,
more than my confidant,
you are an embodiment
of my spirit guide,
listening to my laments
and in whose silence
dwells solace-
an intercessor,
who carries my
pleas and prayers
to the universe; ...
#nature
#respect
#spiritual #trees
#spiritual #trees
142 reads
4 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
20th Apr 2025 11:26am
~some drenchy-eroding in nostalgic mega- episodes.. as sunday mini-bytes
1. The Red Hibiscus
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
you are strikingly pretty & a thoughtfully
hybridized as like a master-creator
Brahma‘s best work.. & yes,
you smile as a mammoth rafflesia
with the same bloody hue.. but yes
hurries to add.. no, none of its rotten
hungering fleshy stink of that bloody
predaceous forest flower.. that
you have innate..
all you adorn.. are
the uniquely bejewelled
a huge single ruby red
stone.. in firing yellowy
streaking tints.. of a million
bulbous pollens.. that ...
#apocalypse
#love
#nature
#nostalgia
#spiritual
101 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 11:07pm
12th Apr 2025 11:07pm
Singing in the Rain of Tears
Miranda
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
Fruits crown her laughter,
Rhythms bloom in vibrant hues
Carmen sways through life.
Sumak
Voice of mountains soar,
Ancient echoes fill the air
Yma's song transcends.
Maria
Voice like a tempest,
Passion pierces through the soul
Callas reigns supreme.
Rodrigues
Fado’s voice takes flight,
Soulful tides of sorrow swell
Amália endures.
Berberian
Avant-garde takes flight,
Cathy's voice bends worlds to art
Boundless, bold,...
#art
#happiness
#music
#spiritual
#women
68 reads
8 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 8:56pm
28th Apr 2025 8:56pm
~the second homecoming (#2) (collab with Keith, Vision_of_insanity)
that…
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts...
powers another golden chance…
a second... a finale... homecoming
in a decelerating downfall
as a tiny pithy gravity stone...
drowning unto deep oceans
wholly absorptive of the noisy
jet of rocketing down sounds...
in a muted sagacious silence
the earthen grounds in touch now…
from where… he gazes intense
into his much bonded & beatific
constellations of her...
he searches for long... with
a paining ache towards her
earthen absence... his heaving
heart melts...
#love
#romantic
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
106 reads
8 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 6:22pm
27th Apr 2025 6:22pm
It’s okay to {not} call it God
This mystery
without beginning or end or dimension
which surpasses our time-bound, embodied understanding –
Explain it however you must:
with the logic of your mind
or the intuition of your heart –
as long as you never presume
certainty.
Embrace the miracles –
sunlight to sugar,
water to wine
Stardust or holy breath –
whatever helps you grasp
the wonder of creativity
Whether it’s that
big bang of the spirit in a virgin’s womb
or an atomic dance from the...
without beginning or end or dimension
which surpasses our time-bound, embodied understanding –
Explain it however you must:
with the logic of your mind
or the intuition of your heart –
as long as you never presume
certainty.
Embrace the miracles –
sunlight to sugar,
water to wine
Stardust or holy breath –
whatever helps you grasp
the wonder of creativity
Whether it’s that
big bang of the spirit in a virgin’s womb
or an atomic dance from the...
#acceptance
#love
#spiritual
120 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 6:12pm
13th Apr 2025 6:12pm
Channeling Shadows
In the dim-lit chamber, the air grows thin.
The psychographer draws the specter in.
Quill in hand, trembling, eager to scribe.
Echoes of Poe dark whispers imbibe.
The raven stirs, though fleshless it stays.
Its shadow looms eternal in haze.
"Speak," pleads the vessel, a soul unwinded.
Through fingertips flows the long-silenced mind.
Words spill forth, grotesque and divine.
Lines of sorrow, of death’s cold design.
Each phrase etched in despair’s black tongue.
An ode to the lost, the morbid unsung.
...
The psychographer draws the specter in.
Quill in hand, trembling, eager to scribe.
Echoes of Poe dark whispers imbibe.
The raven stirs, though fleshless it stays.
Its shadow looms eternal in haze.
"Speak," pleads the vessel, a soul unwinded.
Through fingertips flows the long-silenced mind.
Words spill forth, grotesque and divine.
Lines of sorrow, of death’s cold design.
Each phrase etched in despair’s black tongue.
An ode to the lost, the morbid unsung.
...
#EdgarAllanPoe
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#obsession
#spiritual
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