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M Solav Jul 2023
It is as if I were

Truly, marching, numb,
Blind despite standing
On a pillar above the sun,
Bathing in an ocean of
Clarity, clean, dumb
A kind of understanding
Or a stellar love, a unison
Dripping in slow-motion.

It is as if I were

Well fastened to a past
Faint, absent, steady,
Found elsewhere once more,
Begrudgingly opaque,
As sequestered and cast
Paint spent uneasily
Around canvases ashore,
Erosionally awake.

It is as if I were

On the verge now,
Ready to step onward,
Dare, envision, try,
If but for a moment
In an urge somehow
To unravel the skies afar
Care, abandon, fly,
And not ever lament:

It is as if I were.
Written on July 15th, 2023.

This picture was written to accompany a picture by Tim Gentle (@atimosabeart). See the result at: instagram.com/p/Cuu9oUnPkPi


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Prathipa Nair May 2021
Legs sketched art on the wet shore
Seeing this the furious wave
Came too swiftly and cleared
All the taint by a bracing cuddle
Love is never about two bodies,
But being a pillar to each other.
Love is not always about two bodies but two souls:)
Jordan Gee Oct 2020
Breathe Steady 10.29.20
go forth then, unto God and his Glory, abounding and rejoicing in the power and peace of that holy dwelling place.
abide, therefore, forever in the Love and in the Light.
-sayeth  the channelings, sayeth the distorted mask,
sayeth that through which sound passes.-

sons and daughters of the Earth who bathe in the waters
drawn of love/light/wisdom in the bathhouse of
the higher densities and inner planes.
Bath waters of golden white light, brilliant in a
radial pouring forth of tangible understanding and freewill.
scarcely can such energy be described in so
cumbersome a language, charming as it endeavors to be.
underwhelming must the emotions evoked be
in comparison with the All Glory of experience of
that which is spoken of.
the death ****** of the fire-bird serves as its own
inoculum and womb; two ends of a terminus
in polarity.

I activate in order to combine,
dwindling dread.
I seal the upswing of trans-dimensional laughter,
with the everyday tone of exodus.
I am guided by the advent of thermals.
-I am a solar riptide, surf me-

and then time slowed way down.
the semi trucks were like great sea mammals with
their whale calls and slow passage by the flanks.
“Who are you?”
“I am the Kalachakra.”
“Did you hear that?” (hushed tones, hands cover the phone.)
I was quite close to the illusion of Death.
The opaque specter, shaking and rumbling the very
fabric of the matrix about me.
wavering not within the sinkhole of indifference lest my terror turn manifest.
I’ve risen from a pillar of salt,
I’ll rise from the embers next.
post bufo alvaris
Bongani G-kay Jul 2020
Pillar of my stones( mom)💕

I pray her soul to keep
All the way above they made a choice...
My voice cut...i won't speak....cause you can't question God...why?
I guess its my turn to carry the load....i pick
From now on...
My effort is to always make you proud...
I will take care....of me and them...and...
I will try to even the scale at home...
Even though life isn't fair.....

i feel alone..
You gone....
Until i see you again...
When its my time...
Pillar stone of my life...
Collapsed...
I love you mom🌹💔
Dedicated to all beautiful mothers and those you have lost their mothers....the facts is they love you and they loved you💕
Saudia R Aug 2018
Do you sometimes feel like a pillar

Like you are the last thing holding everything and everyone up

Like you are the last thread preventing everything from unraveling

So much so that you are not allowed to rest

That if you do
The hairline fractures in your foundation might widen

Might become cracks that are no longer safe

That anymore pressure will cause it all to collapse

And that at the end of the day
You are the only one eroding

The only one who no longer can stand tall and true

Can no longer be a pillar for you

To slowly become dust

Picked up by the wind
Swept away and forgotten
You can only support those around you for so long. Be selfish; care for yourself as well.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Paralyzed Authorities    
Making no-sense  
Here, Am I,    
living in the nation of dead  
Or,  
Am I,    
the refugee of the country of birth?  
    
Year by year  
I have seen my soil shrinking  
No Man’s Land, getting proximity  
Loosing Identity, inches by inch.  
    
Curse of voting, venomous Puppet    
Instructed to, divide and rule  
In a name of by/for/to the people  
Later,  
“My own People”, they say  

Always, here,  
I stayed Outcasted  
Categorized by,  
Tongue,  
Color,  
Dress, and the  
Sacred thread.  
    
I wish to be the Pillar  
Unmovable,  
Strong,  
Hard,  
Let me get the fragrance of my soil  
And,  
Blessing of it.  
    
Mama.
Theme: Smell of Soil
Genre: Patriotic
Dess Ander Nov 2017
Once upon a time
There were four pillars that held the Earth
Sea creatures, creatures with legs
Winged creatures roamed the dense green

Then in the middle of the green
Clay bubbled amongst the rocks
First was the man then came the woman
Left to their devices they cursed the green

All creatures were subjected to sin
Children of the man and woman came forth
Destruction, chaos, and holy wars were fought
Man's greed caused the great earthquakes
Which shook the pillars till they became rubble

Left the world in despair and unrecognisable
Left the world to fall
Fall
Fall...

Then once upon a time
There were four mounds that held the Earth
Sea creatures, creatures with legs
Winged creatures roamed the dense green
And all was perfect again.
OnyxSea Nov 2017
The shining star, standing strong in the void,
an infinite expanse of emptiness.

The darkness of the world, all-pervading,
surrounds what little brightness that is left.

It is the pillar which stands,
at the core of the world,
supporting and giving life to all it sees.

It may not last forever,
nor live as long as can be,
it exists solely to bring amnesty.

Forgiving all those who were dark,
giving all of them light,
it dispels the coldness, with that which is bright.

Others may doubt it,
as the darkness still pervades.
Some will see this as a mere escapade.

Yet the truth stands strong,
No matter what others may say.
The light will stand strong, up until the end of days.

One day it will cease, as all things end,
Then another pillar shall rise again.
JGuberman Sep 2016
my heart has turned you
into memories;
my mind, into
a pillar of salt.
when I think of you
in the present,
or spend nights alone
with my dreams of you,
my mind rubs against
my heart,
like salt in an open wound.

my mind has tuned you
into a bow;
my heart, into
strings.
when I speak of you
it is in past tense,
though you are very much alive---
it hurts less,
as my mind rubs against
my heart,
striking a melancholy song:
shuvi, shuvi,
v'nechezeh bach!"

---return, return,
let us gaze at you!
archwolf-angel Jan 2016
Wonders in the midst of what isn't worth
Gentle screams to have only met disapproval
Quiet emergency alarming the soul
No one saw it though

I wish upon a shooting star
That you may take the happiness along
Even when we are far apart
I could feel it within you

Questionable forsaken thoughts
The gentle screams continues on
How much longer can we go?
As far as the horizon I suppose*

I wish upon a shooting star
You remain the way you are
For you are the hope I hold on to
It's become hard to live without you

Wonders in you that is what's worth
Gentle screams are gently heard
The soul starts to breath accordingly
Thank you for finding me
You saw me, and I saw you.
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