Atoosa Kourosh
Atoosa Kourosh
5 days ago

Riding the Sunrise to its zenith
Our destination the Northstar
Gazing at the crescent moon above us
Thinking of friends who are far

Whispered prayers carry on the wind
Telepathic connections magnify emotion
Waiting to ride and make art out of ice
Carving the helix is meditation in motion

Missing my snowboard buddies and the sweet ride on powder on a perfect winter weekend in Utah.....
Atoosa Kourosh
Atoosa Kourosh
Oct 15, 2016

Lost in Paradise
Purgatory without you
Come to my rescue

CK Baker
CK Baker
6 days ago

There were dividing lines
between springfield
and mariners gate
soft, subtle lines
that spoke of origin
and code
and biting union

it was all
the reason
for being back then
to be alive
and living
dead or dying
deep in a pack
of pint size resistors
hell bent on the
marsh crow
and cannabis tower
jumping the rush
with pot shots
and anchors
and tribunals

camouflage creepers
and transient floaters
marked rebellion at the gate
(skullduggery and taunt
high on their favor list)
jack straws and flat paddles
for the evening charade
beakers and flailing hands
from the foot washing baptist
(the pleasant street conservatives with their
own something to say…“there’s gonna be hell to pay!”)

there's a
lingering effect
to this sentiment
(evident in the pump house stride)
the river winds
blow gently
into the night
and the huddling
packers and scat backs
chase the evening hours

it’s a bitter sweet
end of an era…
those traction bars
hood scoops
and nickel bags
will always
be the rage

Jowelle Mizero
Jowelle Mizero
6 days ago

As you inhale,
I exhale.
We are human,
together in this
breath of life,
moving in this
perfect rhythm.

Jahëna S
Jahëna S
7 days ago

2 bodies, 1 soul
you're the ying. I'm the yang..
let me connect my soul to yours
make 2 become 1..

#love   #soul   #connection  

Sun Gate by moonlight
The Ruins below glimmering
Dream light  shines bright  
Ancient magic shimmering

To our souls the dreamscape experience is real
Our Consciousness connected -- together we stand
So much unknown except what I feel
The flutter of my heart, the touch of his hand

We take flight through the mist
As the world below gleams
Adventure beckons and I can't resist
Mountain Man became  the man of my dreams

Lucid Dream of Machu Picchu
Feb 19

When you talk remember that it is me
And I am listening
Do not guard hearts or hide words
Do not harbor false hope or fake rage
Do not be consumed by the illusions
Lost to the confusions
Be honest, I need your truths
I feed on your inspiration
The human race a light at waste
You glow so bright
But dim that light
To fade against imagined slights
You are a sparkle in a sea that glitters
Shining brighter than the moon
Blazing hotter than the sun at noon
Remember when you speak
I have questions, I am curious
I want to know you
You know I love you
You were born to be cherished
Live and will perish
So of course I love you
I wear your scars and bare your burdens
I’ll heal the your heart if you are hurting
Just speak say something, anything
Eyes averted, love denied, love shamed
Silence hurts more than violence
Losing truths to a social shell game
For we cannot see each other
If we do not speak to one another
Speak to me and I will listen
Listen and we will learn together
Learn and we will grow together
Grow and there is no limit to where we can go

She recognized him
They've met before
In another time
A distinct milieu

His voice is like a
Piece of music
A melody fondling
Her old soul

Words serenading
Her existence
She could listen
To him forever

Her solicitude
Rise up like waves
As it pounds
Into the shore

And just like the waves
Promises the shore
She will never leave
Without coming back


Your voice raising me to the next quantum level

Of one mind with flow of thought surging

Our dual awareness merging

No need for the touch of fingers to connect

It should be too much as brain waves intersect


Without a drop of green blood

No training to restrain the flood

Connections this deep can be dangerous

Explore the uncharted no matter how treacherous

Shields down, sensors active


Don't have to be a Star Trek fan to know the feeling of connection that comes from truly being in sync with another to the point where otherness fades.

Can't get close enough
Wrapped around me and I around you
Breathe you in... your warmth and scent surround me
Through the hypnotic pleasure of your hands in my hair
A rejoicing voice within sings:
"I'm home!"
My internal senses are certain
Even if the future is not
For this night I am where I have always belonged

Have you ever felt like you were in one of your favorite paintings?
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