jordan-barrie - Hello Poetry

Boundless energy around us, Stretched to snare the senses. Shaped and bound to our life-force. No barriers, or defenses. Limitless interplay, front row seats shall we say. To astounding cosmic displays. Consider what a day holds;~ Glimpses of magnificence In the eyes of the beholder, Fear not insignificance. Take grip of your awareness Exchanging energy, Is inherent in us. Throw a love curve ball. . . Await your reciprocating shower. those stars, they fall forever. They deal not in glamour. Casually causing us humans to stutter and mumble. Let not, your heart labor, Loves home-run rests Patiently, On your minds table. Prana for everything, This **** ain't no fable.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC

The Prana

Boundless energy around us, Stretched to snare the senses. Shaped and bound to our life-force. No barriers, or defenses. Limitless interplay, front row seats shall we say. To astounding cosmic displays. Consider what a day holds;~ Glimpses of magnificence In the eyes of the beholder, Fear not insignificance. Take grip of your awareness Exchanging energy, Is inherent in us. Throw a love curve ball. . . Await your reciprocating shower. those stars, they fall forever. They deal not in glamour. Casually causing us humans to stutter and mumble. Let not, your heart labor, Loves home-run rests Patiently, On your minds table. Prana for everything, This **** ain't no fable.

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Hello there, come in . Welcome to the world of broken rocks Air filled with thoughts, Inferno's of Nature. Interwoven, ever-still flowing, making fluid resonance Split apart, into more complex creations Melds of clay, resided in soulful intention, Building up life filled, so called pensions I'd call them more, a well full of worthwhile meh - mer - rants Sifted through an instant blink of lives constraints. States of one's loss in harmless consideration, Yet alert simultaneously, Sleeping inside awake. Resides the content of your mind Visions of the life you have chosen to create. The paths walked, free or through fates. . .

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC

Welcome

Hello there, come in . Welcome to the world of broken rocks Air filled with thoughts, Inferno's of Nature. Interwoven, ever-still flowing, making fluid resonance Split apart, into more complex creations Melds of clay, resided in soulful intention, Building up life filled, so called pensions I'd call them more, a well full of worthwhile meh - mer - rants Sifted through an instant blink of lives constraints. States of one's loss in harmless consideration, Yet alert simultaneously, Sleeping inside awake. Resides the content of your mind Visions of the life you have chosen to create. The paths walked, free or through fates. . .

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Close your eyes. Take some time, Are you feelin fine? Beginning to unwind... Be there battles, Cries of ancient pains. These lands arent ours to claim. Dissention, rebellions and shame, The fatal flaws of power... The illusions it contains. What do you want from our fileds of grain? Or our mineral rich soils... Dirt cheap oil. Taking leave with barrels... If so prepare to do battle. Cast the lands you walk asunder, Pay attention...catch the thunder. Be careful once ye ponder, Rein in your thoughts of yonder.

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC

To Ponder Upon Yonder

Close your eyes. Take some time, Are you feelin fine? Beginning to unwind... Be there battles, Cries of ancient pains. These lands arent ours to claim. Dissention, rebellions and shame, The fatal flaws of power... The illusions it contains. What do you want from our fileds of grain? Or our mineral rich soils... Dirt cheap oil. Taking leave with barrels... If so prepare to do battle. Cast the lands you walk asunder, Pay attention...catch the thunder. Be careful once ye ponder, Rein in your thoughts of yonder.

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You tie your thoughts in knots Try'n to distiguish Those needs and wants. The place where these things Cross, Will determine the nature of your talks. Undoubtedly some will shock, At times give ammunition to others. Allowing them to make a mock. I say stuff the lot... Lives too short, Communication could rot. Lest we pick Our minds locked box.

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Nov 4, 2013

Nov 4, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC

Lock-Boxed Thoughts

You tie your thoughts in knots Try'n to distiguish Those needs and wants. The place where these things Cross, Will determine the nature of your talks. Undoubtedly some will shock, At times give ammunition to others. Allowing them to make a mock. I say stuff the lot... Lives too short, Communication could rot. Lest we pick Our minds locked box.

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