David Barr
David Barr
Feb 26, 2014

Have you ever heard those flat harmonies of death, where operatic assertions resound throughout damp and ancient crypts of macabre folklore?
Time is slowly running out, and the flame of life is flickering in the winds of captivating finality.
Although haunting screams are like echoes which transcend fatty spreads of digestive mediocrity, the stalagmites and stalactites of gothic caverns display their erect features which defy rational explanation.
Feel the depths of soulless forests as they chant messages of reconciliation amidst tangled weeds and branches of self-stimulation.
Amitriptyline can facilitate sleep at the end of an indulgent evening.


I saw a little crab coming out the sea
snail shell greeting me.
I saw a ladybug
undressing and welcoming
me on the beach.

Then I bathed in the luminous
sun rays naked.
Bare beauty of existence:

I let the lady bug go                
near the coast
to climb on the finest bush branch.
Thank you, happy-go-lucky!
I go as well. . . sweet lady

I saw grey green crabs
running into the shade
hiding among sea rock
cracks. . .sea waves splashing over them.

I saw a lonely seagull staring at me
thoughtfuly aware. This reserve sharp,
piercing gaze surpised me ~ thinking:
"Who is this-lady occupying my bay?"

Then the seagull flew away landing
nearby on the baby waves, swaying
with a natural rhythm, drifting, white,
away, still aware of my presence.

I had to draw him within my mind
to capture the curve of his beak
and the orange yellow shade, eyes
thinking of other eyes, masculinity.

The body was The Livingston.  Pure
bonus. Of living. I saw all human beings
have this yearning soul, wanting to be
happy. Every inner light glows beautifully.

Thank you ~ Majestic Universe! We are
never alone! Interconnected I am, happy,
content, loving each rock, pebble, soil~
tree, person, sunrise~music~sunset!
Every ripple's interference phenomena
caused by these amazing alive beings.
Morning around. . .

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic observer
the reality of interconnectedness
Nov 22, 2015

In a day like this its anyone's guess
but one small act of charity-
will reach the hearts of all the dead and living
the reality of interconnectedness
- we mortals can only glimpse at.

Marking the interconnectedness of wooden beams
Kelley A Vinal
Kelley A Vinal
Nov 7, 2014

Delicate whispers of gentle streams
Subtly hinting at blue river dreams
Gradually flowing out of broken seams
Marking the interconnectedness of wooden beams
Flipping through papyrus in sinewy reams
The passing of solitude through tainted genes
All the pop culture in irrelevant magazines
Wondering what the world in its entirety means
Bracing oneself through nonchalant leans
Ready for what the universe brings

Vast interconnectedness
Lauren Nicole
Lauren Nicole
Jan 8, 2012

Rows and rows
Brick by brick
Cubicles and doors
Everything is happening
The moon is the same moon
The sun is a shared one
Every story is different
Each room differs
By oceans
Vast interconnectedness
The walls keep us together
Appearing to keep us apart
Feelings shared
Never at the same time
Or at the same thing
Turning turning
Spinning sputtering
Smoothly now
We eternally go

I can feel the **interconnectedness** within
Charles Londarius
Charles Londarius
Nov 13, 2014

The aqua back drop peels away at a marshmallow scene
While the aerial obstructions deepen and darken
Earth begins to cry in a desperate attempt to be clean

An age old story of a planet's reclamation
Serves as a reminder that life is cyclical

We rise and we fall
With the end we forestall

Much like the recycled tears that paint across my bare skin
I can feel the interconnectedness within

Tranquility embodies this  life essence
Self-sustainable, she puts up a fight
Taken for granted, yet ever constant
Everything is going to be alright

Impeccable Space Poetess

"Our world would be a barren
and a horrible desolated place


~ POETS and our intuitive subtle visions
~ MUSIC's universal healing sounds


Reveal Love For Life:
living with each other
within harmony,  
love and compassion.

Cherish everyone.
Respect nature.
LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
So they wrote of our interconnectedness ---
Brian Oarr
Brian Oarr
Feb 22, 2012

They had begun to question consciousness,
turning solid matter into fuzziness in their brains,
rendering not atoms, nor photons, nor particles,
only cold energy, halucenogenic stardust joints.
For the exclusionary few to whom the material
had never meant shit to a tree or a fuck to a rabbit,
it was the cash-cow of quantum reality,
ambiguous poetry for a Beat Generation,
Uncertainty in free verse chapbooks.
So they wrote of our interconnectedness ---
the Ginsbergs, the Levertovs, the Ferlinghettis ---
till the gravity of space-mind curved imagination,
a nation falling unheard without a whimper in the forest.

"You've got to pick up every stitch,
The rabbits running in the ditch,
Beatniks are out to make it rich,
Oh no, must be the season of the witch"
                           --- Donovan Leitch
May 25, 2013

In symmetry
and colors
a notable image..
meditative model
Hubble finding
in night sky
light years
from here
and Now..

Science musings:

How created..?

A creator or

A centered aging
binary system..?

Polarity energy
says it all..?

The unusual shape?
Sacred geometry
expresses itself..?

A definite torus..
All Reality
and Consciousness
expressed as Torus..?

Boundaries of cones
form an X..?

Creation of symmetry

Why unusual colors
Red and Blue..?

Left and Right
Male and Female
oppositions prevail..?

As hydrocarbon molecules
colors building blocks
for organic life..?

Center Light transforming
to component colors..?

In a few million years
the Red Rectangle nebula
will probably bloom
into a planetary

New birth
Now announced...?

image at

for CharlieP
As our interconnectedness continues to unravel?
Shawn White Eagle
Shawn White Eagle
Dec 15, 2012

Humanity in a rut
Which way to turn
As we all burn
Paying for that four letter word hate
The one that so many regurgitate
Spoken out loud
Emanating into the crowd
The crowd of humanity
That reeks of such profanity
That to hope for some saving grace
In this uncivilized place
Is, I am sorry to say, sure to fail
As the divine within us has become frail
What happened to LOVE?
Peace symbolized by a white dove?
In what direction do we as a species travel?
As our interconnectedness continues to unravel?
I have not an answer now
As all I can do is bow,
My head and pray
For all those affected on this tragic day

(c) 2012 Shawn White Eagle

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