kelsea-woods - Hello Poetry

My heart's nocturne often overtakes me: slow, soft and brimming with soul It drives at a pace, that in my mind's eye, is a dizzying dance that I've rehearsed every night since I recognized its stirring With each beat is every sentiment, every syllable that would seem hollow without the accompanying score One moment I am as light on my feet as a golden feather floating down from an angel's wing In my solitude, I am filled with infinity My being is home to an ecosystem that schools me daily to listen, to feed, to grow into my humanity Lessons such as these have filtered through the years and minds of many Not to be wasted on those who deny their own souls existence

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC

Nocturne of the Heart

My heart's nocturne often overtakes me: slow, soft and brimming with soul It drives at a pace, that in my mind's eye, is a dizzying dance that I've rehearsed every night since I recognized its stirring With each beat is every sentiment, every syllable that would seem hollow without the accompanying score One moment I am as light on my feet as a golden feather floating down from an angel's wing In my solitude, I am filled with infinity My being is home to an ecosystem that schools me daily to listen, to feed, to grow into my humanity Lessons such as these have filtered through the years and minds of many Not to be wasted on those who deny their own souls existence

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Rising with the morning sun, I beam at the brick and iron kingdom outside my door Crystalline eyes reflect the spectrum of my spirit Wondering miraculously at the natural projections On the street, The wind blows me back and forth in an easy waltz 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, Leading me on my way

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Jun 14, 2015

Jun 14, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC

Subtle Truth

Rising with the morning sun, I beam at the brick and iron kingdom outside my door Crystalline eyes reflect the spectrum of my spirit Wondering miraculously at the natural projections On the street, The wind blows me back and forth in an easy waltz 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, Leading me on my way

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Two eyes close and another opens Yet darkness is all that can be seen This new found place This sacred space Rests in the balance between Spirit and Flesh Mind and Matter Gently succumbing to an upward flow Focus is guided by a golden hand Until it hits its mark and the wheels begin to spin Colors, colors, colors, colors spin Dancing between glows of light Muffled whispers of thoughts pass by As spectators to this other worldly show Before too long It is time to go back Into the darkness of the day With one eye closed and two eyes open The world you see is now bright You’ve brought the essence here with you You are, yourself, the light

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Jun 2, 2015

Jun 2, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC

On Meditation

Two eyes close and another opens Yet darkness is all that can be seen This new found place This sacred space Rests in the balance between Spirit and Flesh Mind and Matter Gently succumbing to an upward flow Focus is guided by a golden hand Until it hits its mark and the wheels begin to spin Colors, colors, colors, colors spin Dancing between glows of light Muffled whispers of thoughts pass by As spectators to this other worldly show Before too long It is time to go back Into the darkness of the day With one eye closed and two eyes open The world you see is now bright You’ve brought the essence here with you You are, yourself, the light

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I'm setting out on the good road Don't know where it's going The sages from across the years Conditioned me not to fret For a warrior never knows What will happen next I'm following the good road With a fighting spirit Powered by a needless compass Driving straight into my chest To the glowing space Tucked behind my center left ribs The good road runs through me Right to the strumming strings That bring light to my eyes And color to my cheek I'm out on the good road It's paved with miraculous shifts Illuminated under a boundless sun That warms everyone I meet I'll be traveling the good road a while Don't know where it's going I've got to keep moving on Then I'll make it there

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC

Storytelling like Bob

I'm setting out on the good road Don't know where it's going The sages from across the years Conditioned me not to fret For a warrior never knows What will happen next I'm following the good road With a fighting spirit Powered by a needless compass Driving straight into my chest To the glowing space Tucked behind my center left ribs The good road runs through me Right to the strumming strings That bring light to my eyes And color to my cheek I'm out on the good road It's paved with miraculous shifts Illuminated under a boundless sun That warms everyone I meet I'll be traveling the good road a while Don't know where it's going I've got to keep moving on Then I'll make it there

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Silence is deafening Waking from a cacophony of sounds much like "A Day in the Life" Only to find that silence is greater than any voluminous discord imagined Feeling like a superhuman, the world is now illuminated With choirs of percolating atoms spinning Pure harmonious energy that goes under the human threshold Silence is actualizing Awakening to the potentialities and nuances lost in the clutter of prepositions and pronouns Experiencing how momentous each rise and fall of breath erupts to revitalize the whole world Perceptions externalized and internalized merge as one truth Tangibly existing as a universe within a boundless wave of sensations Silence is beautiful Silence is breathtaking Silence is humble Silence is abundant Silence is the world Silence is the body Silence is the mind Silence is the soul Silent I am

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

Vocal Rest

Silence is deafening Waking from a cacophony of sounds much like "A Day in the Life" Only to find that silence is greater than any voluminous discord imagined Feeling like a superhuman, the world is now illuminated With choirs of percolating atoms spinning Pure harmonious energy that goes under the human threshold Silence is actualizing Awakening to the potentialities and nuances lost in the clutter of prepositions and pronouns Experiencing how momentous each rise and fall of breath erupts to revitalize the whole world Perceptions externalized and internalized merge as one truth Tangibly existing as a universe within a boundless wave of sensations Silence is beautiful Silence is breathtaking Silence is humble Silence is abundant Silence is the world Silence is the body Silence is the mind Silence is the soul Silent I am

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Faintly, a heart beats Within the corpse of man A tiny blue generator Powered by divine Duracell's Without wings, feet cease to leave the ground Frozen cold in parallel structure Itching for a prayer to escape to And a cause to fight for Blue sky, blue mind Floating in a conscious blue stream Blue heart, blue hands Lost in an endless living dream

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC

Blue Angel Days

Faintly, a heart beats Within the corpse of man A tiny blue generator Powered by divine Duracell's Without wings, feet cease to leave the ground Frozen cold in parallel structure Itching for a prayer to escape to And a cause to fight for Blue sky, blue mind Floating in a conscious blue stream Blue heart, blue hands Lost in an endless living dream

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Absolution in your embrace I bring you all that I am. The sleepless nights of my past suddenly become weightless. The uncharted sea of the future appears dauntless. For I know I have you. I can give myself to you wholly because I am whole. I am the stars up above and the deepest depths below. I am a universe within the world we share. Drawn towards you like the opposite end of a magnet I am the whole half of you.

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May 25, 2015

May 25, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC

Untitled

Absolution in your embrace I bring you all that I am. The sleepless nights of my past suddenly become weightless. The uncharted sea of the future appears dauntless. For I know I have you. I can give myself to you wholly because I am whole. I am the stars up above and the deepest depths below. I am a universe within the world we share. Drawn towards you like the opposite end of a magnet I am the whole half of you.

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