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Hello my friend
I am glad you are here
We have much to discuss!
I have missed you
While you were away
Wandering.
It is hard to be
When the spirit is elsewhere
StarBloom Nov 2018
Embodiment.
Its language. Listen.
It’s the dance of our devotion.
Open your emotion.
To honour this temple that houses the spirit of all madness,
wild women, roaring chaos.
As the feminine I release all guilt and shame...
Owning my sexuality. Owning my truth.
And taking back, the body as Mine.

I’m not here to be a pleaser in anyway, how utterly boring.
I take back my power, and I don’t only stand in my power,
but I Stomp the streets of chaos in defeat.. empowered..
i Soar the skies of the infinite eyes... empowered.

By the knowingness that I am free, in my body.

I will not allow, the media, the conditionings that are so stuck in their solidity, without any motion, their consciousness is stagnant and I say **** THAT.

Bring the sacred waters back,
and let the blood of bones wash over you..
as you remember the ancient essence of what is it to be Primitive,
free in the Body.

I’ll dance for you, Naked darling.
I hope you turn the lights on, and see yourself.
In remembrance.  Visible.
Free in the Body.

I hope you Rip off the layers when you get angry or sad,
and let the healing of your body, make you deliciously Mad.
Scream, and remember it’s all a dream.

The sizzling fire within you is the source of illuminating,
this essence so bright will **** all your frights.
Simply burning the layers of illusions,
So you may meet yourself as the fractal of fusions

Take it all off,
And see what you are made of.
Charlie Gnarly May 2018
Bin
Sometimes I wish I really was a bin.
Trash could fill my surrounds, and in.
******* would be in my mind,
I sometimes I could hope,
that a coin
might land
inside
.
A graphically pleasing poem written about embodying my alter-ego transformation.
Gabriel burnS Jul 2017
in your eyes
the sky is twice as deep
and on your lips,
the sun, its hottest yet
Justin Chinyere Oct 2015
Reflections of my self, my being, my person, my soul,
Forever replayed, reshown, redone, reinacted
For the fact is
The strength that settles in my palms is ignited by the ignorance of man.

Oh man oh man how corrupt and vile does your mind be
Calculating and engineering plans and strategies
That will never leave your mind,
Free
To be or not to be
A mockerey
Of your confused biology, which hysterically
Questions your existence.
A gift so great,
Yet bronzed with your persistence to query the beauty I have given you,
Which is life!
Behind every man is a woman who loves and sacrifices their own needs and Necessities for happiness,
Clarity and justice.
A dancing cherubim dancing elegantly like a warm summer ray from your childhood Window.
Revitilises,
Re-energises,
Re-grows,
The root of your soul
As if the buds of may.

Honey toned, chocolate foamed
Milky light,
All pleasures for your delight.
Spread on to one body of immaculate perfection
Formed from Aphrodite's tears.

But the woman,

The woman possesses such omnipotent spiritual clasp on nature
That if she was to know,
Overstand
Or
Even accept a miniscule quantity of this knowledge

Then-man-would-be-woman.

To trap and encase a man like a rodent
Is to burn a ring of fire around his finger that leads life to his heart,
Where it beats impatiently to the tune of the womans song.

Skin soft, eyes lost
Sight of who I am,
Many different descriptions -although similar- still not the same,
But am I really to blame?
For the insecurities that you have belittled on me.
For my hair is long,
Then short,
Then short,
Then none.
My skin dark,
Then light,
Then light,
But not right
A constant fight,
A battle to aim for the right kind of existence but even still
I Exist!
And realise whatever you insist, still
I Exist,
Which is that gift that i hold in my being here,
Looking there
At my elegant stare,,
Which i dare
To offend the image, which you have sought to be womanly.

No longer do I fear my image
As it is a powerful icon of modern day life
To withstand the turbulent stresses and grind of strife

To help a man.

To have.

A happy.

WIFE!
brandon nagley Sep 2015
I ɖʀɨռҡɛtɦ ɦɛʀ քռɛʊʍa
I sաɨɢ ʊքօռ ɦɛʀ ɨռċaʀռatɨօռ;
Sɦɛ ɨs tɦɛ saċʀɛɖ ɛʍɮօɖɨʍɛռt
Oʄ tɦɛ ɖɨʄʄɛʀɛռt աօʀʟɖ's aռɖ ռatɨօռ's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
Title is- Embodiment to life

Poem is this if you can't read

I drinketh her pneuma
I swig upon her incarnation;
She is the sacred embodiment
Of the different world's and nation's.
kaylene- mary Jan 2015
if ever you
need a place
to rest, there is a four
chamber apartment inside
my chest.* if ever the molecules
that make up your head convince you
that you're better off dead, let
my bruised and broken back
bone be your solemn
deathly home.
embody me
completely.
and do
not do
it
discreetly.
You were always there for me.
I didn't know why I was crying
You did
I didn't know what made me smile
You did
I struggled to walk
You gave me arms
I struggled to talk
You taught
I was indecisive
I was stupid
I was selfish
I was arrogant
I did hate you
I did hurt you
You did nothing
Just stood by
You were always there for me
Things have took turn now
The wheel of life has rotated
But trust in,
You can always rest on my shoulders
Just like,
You were always there for me,
I will always be for you!!!
And I'll never let go!!!!
Sorry mommy,  sorry daddy..  Sorry for what I've been..

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