guillermo-velez - Hello Poetry

Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion The Ying, to The Yang, Baby.... Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale A For Instance To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay, Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite To the Point Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness Note of Importance If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True.... Wholeness is Truth Truth is Coherence Coherence is Smooth and Steady Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really This I Do Know All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT Some will make Life into Art with Dance To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE Everyday and Every Night....DANCE DANCE DANCE Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All

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guillermo-velez

May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC

NuurSeraph

Science of Spirituality

Silver Bullet Synchronicities, Literally, Layer into my Space a Perfect Union of Oblivion The Ying, to The Yang, Baby.... Micro to Macro, Anomalous Events Don't quite Strike Me as anything Other than Normality in and of Different Scale A For Instance To my Eyes, the Sequoya Tree Appears to Tower, the Highest of the High While our beloved Earth Teachers....The Ant....Grounded above and below the Mother Clay, Will Look at Me as a Colossal Mammalian largely Trembling the World with Weight Infinite To the Point Perspective is simply a specific view, an angled ray of Light, Thus Strikes the Object in it's Own Precise Uniqueness Note of Importance If only One ray strikes angled Light, One angle of Light just won't Suffice....Every Perspective must be Offering of It's Own Accord, thus Strikes the Creation True.... Wholeness is Truth Truth is Coherence Coherence is Smooth and Steady Do I know if I'll be Ready?....Not Really This I Do Know All Matter is full of Wholes of Space, NOT EMPTY, but Full of Life, Feeding the Flow into Motion, Flowing the Motion of Inert Mass, Spinning the Soul to Life, Spinning into Infinite Bliss LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL MOVEMENT Some will make Life into Art with Dance To Live Life at the Threshold, DANCE Your DREAMS into LIFE Everyday and Every Night....DANCE DANCE DANCE Bless You.....Bless Me...Bless Us All

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I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind: I became a rush that horses tread: I became a man, a hater of the wind, Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head May not lie on the breast nor his lips on thc hair Of the woman that he loves, until he dies. O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air, Must I endure your amorous cries?

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guillermo-velez

May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC

William Butler Yeats

He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven

I HAVE drunk ale from the Country of the Young And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind: I became a rush that horses tread: I became a man, a hater of the wind, Knowing one, out of all things, alone, that his head May not lie on the breast nor his lips on thc hair Of the woman that he loves, until he dies. O beast of the wilderness, bird of the air, Must I endure your amorous cries?

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The chains The pain The fear and the prey The ghosts The demons The hunter of dreams My soul was trapped Warped in blue Behind myself Without me, on me. Now its all gone We are free.

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC

guillermo-velez

All gone

The chains The pain The fear and the prey The ghosts The demons The hunter of dreams My soul was trapped Warped in blue Behind myself Without me, on me. Now its all gone We are free.

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I dont know yet strange season i just feel, IT crawling, ill like a desease like a morbid ghost like the heat cold at first. But then it comes.

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC

guillermo-velez

You might lose it

I dont know yet strange season i just feel, IT crawling, ill like a desease like a morbid ghost like the heat cold at first. But then it comes.

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