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I was wayworn,
The fiber, bone, and marrow of my entity pined
To be quenched, to be drenched
In the ardent streams of
Esprit d’ amour
(All we need is love).

The crossroads I’d encountered
Brought my vagrant soul to this place
Every onerous weight
Was worth it, I’ve ascended;
But,
Where does etherealization lead?

Someday, I will effloresce,
Bloom in reminiscence
From seeds of grace,
Aromatic petals of heartsease;
O, within the fertile soil of fidelity, I will fully fathom
The perfume of Life’s Tapestry.

A martyred past can be tortuous;
Yes, salvation can seem scant, and our future dubious;
But, transcendence is harmonious
With believing, an
Adamantine heart, and
A luminous soul.

Therefore, open your symphonic heart,
Let the reverberations roam freely, uninhibitedly,
Like a harmony, your thoughts and consciousness will overlap,
All will flow through you abundantly.
Clairvoyant Bravebird unfurl thy wings
You sacral, divine, susurrant song-weaving dream.

(Se’ lah)
Excelsior Forevermore,

Sanders Maurice Foulke III

04/07/2021
Elena Mustafa Oct 2020
Adam
Abraham
Issac
Jesus
And
Muhammad
These are the children
Of the light
The real light workers
Whom done nothing
But good
In the world
And i am also a child
Of the light
Elena Mustafa Oct 2020
My spiritual abilities
My knowledge
Of religion
Bible or Quran
Where handed down to
Me via blood
Via DNA
I read between the seams
Of your microphone dreams
And I see you as a
Complete individual
Walking amongst halflings
Like you had no idea.

A mystical man
Cloaked in purple robes,
I throw lavender at
Your feet and place a
Lilac crown atop your head,
Truly divine.

The universe kissed me
With clairvoyance; she
Promised me a gift: I saw
True color of all life.
One look at you and I
Realized you’re Heaven’s gift.
haley Jul 2017
A woman full of menace and desire;
Freckles laced upon a pale complexion,
wide eyes colored a misty sapphire,
and ink-like locks resting in opposition.

As an artist amidst her painted skin
she dreamt of love and moonlit nights,
confidence arose from a source within
while summoning her mystical insights.

Masses of books sprawled across a desk,
drawings with notes and candles afire,
a scene she considered quite picturesque;
a place of confinement in which she conspired.

A woman who is known by many monikers:
sorceress, occultist, clairvoyant, bewitcher.
In the form of Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme
The Ripper Apr 2016
VVe survey through vvalls
   uncover lies by redolent Jasmine  
     knovv thoughts before lips
       even meet their syllables
    scour memories since birth
  every embarrassing moment
leaving no stone unturned
  vve are the forever ones
     here before
   and after
verily
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
Your face lights up my life
like stars enchanting the night.
Hold me strong
when it's cold and
strum my heart strings
like chords.

When you pour your guts
into the vibrating Gibson
I see babies around us clapping
and think, maybe it IS him.
Perhaps with this one
I'll let my heart beat in tandem
to his vigorous pitch
til all 8 chambers are done in,
fingers intertwined.

To invisible violin,
we can go together,
warm in bed on God's time,
perhaps stories like this
are not myth.
"Man on the Moon" series. This is old, kinda. Prolific day of thinking this Christmas. I love and respect the one who inspired this poem and all the other poems of this series and most the clutch my soul series as well, I swear there is at least a hundred. I thank God I made a space for this being in my life, EVEN for just a short time. With this love nothing was in vain, it made me a better person. I thought back to my life before I knew he existed and can hardly believe the difference. Nothing was much different, but wasn't it? No less happy, but still, a world of difference in loving myself more now thanks to him. My capacity to be shameless hadn't been developed and then discarded. I will probably never find one that makes me feel as deeply understood, but I'm starting to accept this and move on from it, no less worshipping his solace. His arms are not mine. And that is not unfortunate. It's just this life game and I'd better get used to it.
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
Bathed in her light,
Mother Moon holds my sight.
"Isidora" of my series "Moonchild" Isidora is Greek for gift of Isis. I'm Catholic and everything...but um I'm pretty sure the ****** mother is based on the original ****** mother, Isis. Jesus is to us what Hathor was to ancient Egypt. They have the same bday I think, and died at the same age and born of a ******. Anyway the ****** Mother, Mother Earth, whoever you connect to the moon, the moon itself! This is what gifts access to the universal anima, the subconscious, our souls, other realms. Along with Neptune, Pluto,  Jupiter and Uranus. But the moon is who really speaks in images. Which is why moonchildren, aka Cancer the crab, the Mother of the zodiac is also the clairvoyant of the zodiac. I'm Mars in Cancer. If u have the Moon placed dominantly anywhere in your Natal chart you probably paint deep visuals. If you are run on moonbeams, you are naturally gifted clairvoyance, now according to me, also known as Isidora, the gift of Isis.
Taylor Jones Dec 2014
All motions are fluid as she descends down the stairway

So delicate

As if she never even touches the steps

She remains in the nightgown from the previous evening

Her long, dark hair complementing its dark complexion

A cup of tea that's a little too hot

The morning routine

She quietly moves to a window

Softly blowing steam off the top of her cup, fogging up the glass in front of her

The outcome of contrasting temperatures does not cause her to move

She remains still

Silent

Elegant

She turns to face me, and my eyes open

Where she used to lay, where I used to meet that euphoric smile

Is now clairvoyant
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