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Jordan Jul 2014
Focusing on the energy I feel,
Here I lie awake this nite,
Wondering how I could possibly sleep,
With the subtle glow of the moons lite?

She’s whispering my name,
As she brightly shines, fully aglow,
But not to be heard out loud,
It’s a calling deep within my soul,

Now she’s gotten me out of bed,
And pulled me thru the door.
In the twilight of the nite, standing face to face,
I know there’s something more

Out past the haunting glow of city lites,
Out into the great wide open,
I’m feeling big and small at the same time,
A peace, a oneness that doesn’t come often

And it feels so ******* good to live
And breathe it in with endless lungs
As my soul flutters in rejoice
My body numbs, I fully succumb

The pond here is completely still
A flawless reflection of every star in the abyss
The earth and sky are a mystic one
A rejuvenation I’m glad to not have missed

Walking deeper thru the forest
I find the creek hidden out of sight
Here I wash my face
As I bathe in the moonlight

I lay myself out to dry
In a padded bed of clovers
Tie a mountain rose up in my hair
And band it over and over

The sun comes up
As I say goodbye my friend
As long as you return to my night
Our companionship will not end
How strange it is to be anything at all.

The moon is my friend!
Bri Neves Aug 2012
Today is a time for rejuvination.
Promise is a light itself,
Not as dimming as it seems.
And love was never vacant, but distant
And trust should never be absent.
There is something calling us closer
Without a sound, look around;
It is destiny
Whose speech is shared with purpose.
Today is the time to recreate life,
Let go, and let God
Polish inside of you, make you whole,
And only let you
Remember enough of your pain
To help you rejoice in this change.
You have been cleanesed by him,
Thoughts emptied of sin for him to begin
His work
Through us all and such work
Never goes unfinished.
PhiWrit Dec 2014
As my neck is embraced by the rough hewn rope,
The same rope that intends to strangle my last hope,
and life from this form,
Twitching, and swaying,
My body hanging warm.
Instead of six feet under laying,
I am in the desolate courtyard
Vultures circle overhead
Sun beats down hard
The earth too hot to lay in bed
To get a much needed repose
Rejuvination at its best
All I really need I suppose
Is to give my heart its rest.
Inject the ****** through my chest,
Needle point in my heart,
Plunger depressed,
I get my final rest.
Connor Oct 2017
I

-dulcimer clatter opens the sun, first fruit-

timber fathoms/crystal veils
on all steps, crossing all human borders

untethering wood
from forest, until only the green element remains
to purify the soul

   an alpine afterimage, shadow-display
(creature of Earth, moss-backed & yowling thru the chaotic sleep
of October, you see it's symbology in your tea, sharpening its
obsidian hands against the seastones,
imprinting loveliness into the rock, to be worn by tides,
replaced by death absolute)

The fabled Black Horse (shadow-self) waiting solitary at a
gas station, an imprisoned dreamer inside
its gaping jaw/saturnine, coldness
of daybreak, clouds at their Atelier, my head
feels a pressure, been awake too long,
breathing in through the nose/out through
mouth, monastery of the mind in need of clearing.

II

Soft/soft/skin/fury
embrace, catharsis, collision of
two individual energies
pent-up and cast/release
like a skeleton net::onfire
(kissed, consumed
elated, recurrance)

closeted eternities
cycling back into the
wind (hanging willow)
calling to the seeker, gold,
purification & lightness/mouthcurl washed in silence
(your own body, rising tide)

welcomed crucible of chilling air
& my black and
white vessel,
  electricity spirit-
whispers
        “valley swimmer, elude me”
FLASH OF LIGHT


III

…. The widewaking world
unspun-
                            theatric elucidation,
emergence of a great snake
a wisened flower, sprouted from exile

blissful rejuvination of
the ivory leaves, at once!

I wrap my throat in a Munich scarf
(pattern-blue)
   walking upon the softness of
Grötzingen (angel's eyes speaking)
an orchard, where the last gardener's tireless
work lay like a dreaming ossuary
Alexandrina Nov 2013
the air is changing again
omniescient presence
i cant breathe

night is closing in more quickly
pitch black thoughts
i cant see

small changes in degree, Fahrenheit
homesostasis in effect
i cant feel

the days become shorter and i'm lonely
trapped beneath unkindly advances
stark world, not quite winter not quite spring
somewhere in between

hands shake, smoke curls up and outward
except when inebriated
i quite smoking

half the trees are dead, their leaves leaving them
death until rejuvination
i am too

this time of year is my least favorite
somewhere in between
© Alexandrina
CursedIndigo Jul 2019
I never looked back.
And I had the time of my life.
Hira malik May 2020
now the short words in trend
or
may be you can wrap yourself in silence
the safest of all cages
that
even in its zone death is like birth
rejuvination of this overlap
is only because of the blessing of being in U!
Hira malik Dec 2018
the convenience of being in a trap rather facing the demon
she caged herself in the demolition of un-necessary arguements
the key she lost in haphazard thoughts and their dimension
and in thousands of words she doesnt even realise, she is at stake of leaving her body to new world!!

sometimes in a day you open a door
and the face on the other side is so strange, yet so close
same goes with the light of your heart
which leads your ways !!

they made love ,it was enagmatic, from the start of being a lover and ending at being a slave
the faintness of pleasure, the rejuvination of leisure
but than at the moment she thought
'what love is that bound u in a prison"
the bubble of illusion has to burst, in the air so deemed
she knew already" her place only lies in the truths and lies only she keeps"

— The End —