Candented - Hello Poetry

How long has your song sang singing? Singing out as a cacophony of molecules, breathing Swirling in an atmosphere that bakes and quakes with shaking Below your bello's echo- a ringing Harmonizing and mining, mixing and grinding Ringing, into an order, l, below bloods echo, below the shaking, oh the quaking, baking atmosphere in a swirling, breathing, cacophony of molecules singing Being You have sang your song how long?

0

Nov 11, 2020

Nov 11, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC

ynohpocaCacophony

How long has your song sang singing? Singing out as a cacophony of molecules, breathing Swirling in an atmosphere that bakes and quakes with shaking Below your bello's echo- a ringing Harmonizing and mining, mixing and grinding Ringing, into an order, l, below bloods echo, below the shaking, oh the quaking, baking atmosphere in a swirling, breathing, cacophony of molecules singing Being You have sang your song how long?

10

You were there on the beach Across vast oceans of time we reach Sharing in a view of now Our eyes reflect what's not around Ten to tend within the field Trends deepen with each reveal Our eyes align then lines break down Our eyes reflect what's not around You in your chair Me in this ground

0

Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC

Mono-tesnus

You were there on the beach Across vast oceans of time we reach Sharing in a view of now Our eyes reflect what's not around Ten to tend within the field Trends deepen with each reveal Our eyes align then lines break down Our eyes reflect what's not around You in your chair Me in this ground

10

You see a sea that is dead, but underneath The depths of the ground in which we are buried The heights of the sky in which we dream You are the light that surrounds me, reflecting You lay to rest all the peace, but underneath Lightning and Thunder rage deep The rain falls to the gound and a residue builds slowly washing away the seacastly foundation of our being Passover the dead as they were nothing Lean on the understanding in your wanting Not seeing that all is yours already The key is in your hand the answer is in your heart

0

Aug 25, 2020

Aug 25, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC

Reanimations

You see a sea that is dead, but underneath The depths of the ground in which we are buried The heights of the sky in which we dream You are the light that surrounds me, reflecting You lay to rest all the peace, but underneath Lightning and Thunder rage deep The rain falls to the gound and a residue builds slowly washing away the seacastly foundation of our being Passover the dead as they were nothing Lean on the understanding in your wanting Not seeing that all is yours already The key is in your hand the answer is in your heart

12

I usually write when it's raining When it's raining I'm usually right Wrote my heart on my sleeve while complaining When and why weave the unknown archane art Without measure of meaning or pleasure Above and beyond anything we thought Outside of the encircled we're drawing With all wonder as is fervantly caught Bringing forward a motion of knowing Beyond knowing mercy as serverity's stair Reunification of all being Exhalation from and into the aer

0

Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC

Tin Ting

I usually write when it's raining When it's raining I'm usually right Wrote my heart on my sleeve while complaining When and why weave the unknown archane art Without measure of meaning or pleasure Above and beyond anything we thought Outside of the encircled we're drawing With all wonder as is fervantly caught Bringing forward a motion of knowing Beyond knowing mercy as serverity's stair Reunification of all being Exhalation from and into the aer

12

A lock,a bristle, a binding so narrow An intention, drawn back, then like the arrow Enthroned in the mind like the sister of three Share the libation before the tomb of Iphinoe

0

Aug 5, 2020

Aug 5, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC

Insigno Equitibus Lupus

A lock,a bristle, a binding so narrow An intention, drawn back, then like the arrow Enthroned in the mind like the sister of three Share the libation before the tomb of Iphinoe

4

to the world of men i am not yet accustom'd, the sun was gone: but i was calm. but if indeed i have lost my face then i will wond round faceless with ourselves alone; with ourselves cleave to bone the fatty flesh of gelatin is ours to bemoan. tell them that no others rride to night as the aum comes ssuddenly i will hide inside to taste the flame

0

Jul 28, 2020

Jul 28, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC

Innervate

to the world of men i am not yet accustom'd, the sun was gone: but i was calm. but if indeed i have lost my face then i will wond round faceless with ourselves alone; with ourselves cleave to bone the fatty flesh of gelatin is ours to bemoan. tell them that no others rride to night as the aum comes ssuddenly i will hide inside to taste the flame

11

two paths diverge in the woods shadow and light are misunderstood judgement is cast ashes and soot cover the ground the fire afoot (but) you see with your eyes (and) you chase after the heights (but) you never realize what youre missing weighed down youre sinking overthinking ...your life burning fast portione in turn sight of the eyes pierce soul inturred - flying high grave unearthed billowing trail of smoke and burns(embers)- tumbling down within but hear melody sound becomes thunder spinning around passions delight love is the ground as moon to the night

0

Jun 28, 2020

Jun 28, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC

tapetum lucidum

two paths diverge in the woods shadow and light are misunderstood judgement is cast ashes and soot cover the ground the fire afoot (but) you see with your eyes (and) you chase after the heights (but) you never realize what youre missing weighed down youre sinking overthinking ...your life burning fast portione in turn sight of the eyes pierce soul inturred - flying high grave unearthed billowing trail of smoke and burns(embers)- tumbling down within but hear melody sound becomes thunder spinning around passions delight love is the ground as moon to the night

36

By the Solstice Sun Your work to be done But bindings now, gain-hold you Falling onto harder vines the Earth consumes, enfolds you Only by strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and of understanding Fathom deep in sublime season Make a makeshift **** of reason Float upon the river down. Under the lost, an amnesia sound Until a day when ripe merry making Reminds you of the thing worth taking And in an hour of you own You find yourself in ******* prone But all at once in strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and to understanding you decide that life only Da'ath worthy of demanding.

0

Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC

Man At the Door

By the Solstice Sun Your work to be done But bindings now, gain-hold you Falling onto harder vines the Earth consumes, enfolds you Only by strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and of understanding Fathom deep in sublime season Make a makeshift **** of reason Float upon the river down. Under the lost, an amnesia sound Until a day when ripe merry making Reminds you of the thing worth taking And in an hour of you own You find yourself in ******* prone But all at once in strength of your ill will to life, love, liberty, and to understanding you decide that life only Da'ath worthy of demanding.

14

Evidently evidence can only be in past tense Thought tense past the moment as soon as it begins Only an echoing echoing on and on again Oh where we wait we weigh so thin Please take me late way weaved therein We are unfolding a thousand folds and uniting kindred

0

Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 4:23 AM UTC

AroundaboutuobadnourA

Evidently evidence can only be in past tense Thought tense past the moment as soon as it begins Only an echoing echoing on and on again Oh where we wait we weigh so thin Please take me late way weaved therein We are unfolding a thousand folds and uniting kindred

6

What will become of will itself when drums go silent at times last breath? Embracing the last cache of air held hostage from the thousand fold worlds; What elements hold their vigor when sweet embrace reflected tends no longer in anger? Intellect and mind of mundane aggregate held as a disc; In wonder, unopposed - a weapon, a chariot of the abyssinian vale. All terrored delight, all tremble! Being that which now pulls back as waves running from the sea Toward or away? Toward or away? Sway the endless sway, never tending to the great caress of undulation. Undue situations, zeros or ones; Zero and one, measured in jubulation; Inward time dialation - exhalation into the sun.

0

Jun 5, 2020

Jun 5, 2020 at 10:37 PM UTC

oastasዳዓማት

What will become of will itself when drums go silent at times last breath? Embracing the last cache of air held hostage from the thousand fold worlds; What elements hold their vigor when sweet embrace reflected tends no longer in anger? Intellect and mind of mundane aggregate held as a disc; In wonder, unopposed - a weapon, a chariot of the abyssinian vale. All terrored delight, all tremble! Being that which now pulls back as waves running from the sea Toward or away? Toward or away? Sway the endless sway, never tending to the great caress of undulation. Undue situations, zeros or ones; Zero and one, measured in jubulation; Inward time dialation - exhalation into the sun.

12