lanna-evolved - Hello Poetry

The perfection of triumph to form a stellar nebula of what is the next chapter arrives to collect And bring it to a close just to leave behind a smoldering corpse the core expands as it does cool after burning its hydrogen fuel ejecting the he said she said tool outer layers sloughing away words covered in dew brining a star's false twilight as the flora swings back the curtain drop into this deep well of conscious fare a direct deposit a victor's enlightenment standing from inside the vale; a weakened canvas without a promised word to spare just a dithering of parting from a sky lit window; all too stagnant Where is there to hold cover? What is left to hide behind? The messages of everyday depths untold of everyday depths a sunken ship below the surface Just a tousling back and forth out through the mouth puerile to the brain the questions taste Just a chirrup of a phrase gone awry and undercooked Into hollow shaded parts of hue the lambency of a first call muting itself and wishing it to be other A bandwidth of loss For the reward of two In the interest of truth

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Jul 10, 2021

Jul 10, 2021 at 1:47 PM UTC

Words are Signs

The perfection of triumph to form a stellar nebula of what is the next chapter arrives to collect And bring it to a close just to leave behind a smoldering corpse the core expands as it does cool after burning its hydrogen fuel ejecting the he said she said tool outer layers sloughing away words covered in dew brining a star's false twilight as the flora swings back the curtain drop into this deep well of conscious fare a direct deposit a victor's enlightenment standing from inside the vale; a weakened canvas without a promised word to spare just a dithering of parting from a sky lit window; all too stagnant Where is there to hold cover? What is left to hide behind? The messages of everyday depths untold of everyday depths a sunken ship below the surface Just a tousling back and forth out through the mouth puerile to the brain the questions taste Just a chirrup of a phrase gone awry and undercooked Into hollow shaded parts of hue the lambency of a first call muting itself and wishing it to be other A bandwidth of loss For the reward of two In the interest of truth

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Today is for creativity and the courage to act on the most natural creativity in order to achieve desired goals.

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Jun 17, 2021

Jun 17, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC

The ideal creator

Today is for creativity and the courage to act on the most natural creativity in order to achieve desired goals.

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Repeat: I am the gleam in the golden The spark in the stone I am the wave in the kite The heart of its air I am the last piece of pie A sliver of hope In a world that can’t feel I keep on fearless I am a fresh page in my book A property of strength A witness to life In the front of its mirror I am the one that fuels faith in my trust to move forward and beyond

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Jun 16, 2021

Jun 16, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC

Know who you are and trust in yourself

Repeat: I am the gleam in the golden The spark in the stone I am the wave in the kite The heart of its air I am the last piece of pie A sliver of hope In a world that can’t feel I keep on fearless I am a fresh page in my book A property of strength A witness to life In the front of its mirror I am the one that fuels faith in my trust to move forward and beyond

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Eternity reborn Infinity plays with my mind In affirmative action Every day is the vision My creative flow unstoppable Eternity reborn

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Jun 12, 2021

Jun 12, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC

Keep going

Eternity reborn Infinity plays with my mind In affirmative action Every day is the vision My creative flow unstoppable Eternity reborn

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Love's mysteries in souls do grow; but yet the body is a book.

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Jun 8, 2021

Jun 8, 2021 at 6:50 PM UTC

Love is a soul connection without knowing

Love's mysteries in souls do grow; but yet the body is a book.

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Savour your scent nectar Stay with me and the wisdom I thought my aura left you my eyes, my voice, my face, Observing caught between cracks of silent speech You continue to recall me Since we first met I was not once taken out of your memory for a moment you became stronger more defined in my absence the temporary cannot make a sacrifice it will not later claim We dropped the knife The bond already came A Butterfly’s Eternity is born out of the source of all inner fulfillment It cares not what the flower speaks, but what the vision states in the back of its wings mid flight In a state away from its side of the garden It keeps on Reminded of love for what it does everyday to find the flower Remembering its why The stillness of its knowing brings in the creative resilience Even on rose’s alien stem We dropped the knife. Remember? You can move mountains with the greatest thorn. You can do this.

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May 29, 2021

May 29, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC

Butterfly’s Eternity

Savour your scent nectar Stay with me and the wisdom I thought my aura left you my eyes, my voice, my face, Observing caught between cracks of silent speech You continue to recall me Since we first met I was not once taken out of your memory for a moment you became stronger more defined in my absence the temporary cannot make a sacrifice it will not later claim We dropped the knife The bond already came A Butterfly’s Eternity is born out of the source of all inner fulfillment It cares not what the flower speaks, but what the vision states in the back of its wings mid flight In a state away from its side of the garden It keeps on Reminded of love for what it does everyday to find the flower Remembering its why The stillness of its knowing brings in the creative resilience Even on rose’s alien stem We dropped the knife. Remember? You can move mountains with the greatest thorn. You can do this.

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Careful with courage... Deeply rooted truths twisted breaths into my life the loneliness took navigating through the loss that came to me in baskets of highlighted mystery the past achievers who didn’t survive I made a promise to my ancestors between my golden coins lipstick buried in red dangling Chair and purse off it’s arch Sit me back down on the groundedness Bring me back to please Freeze me but why after you dismiss me? To the dream awakening don’t hurt me protect my mind whispers in my ear I swear to my ceremony I am careful with courage...

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May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 10:58 PM UTC

Courage

Careful with courage... Deeply rooted truths twisted breaths into my life the loneliness took navigating through the loss that came to me in baskets of highlighted mystery the past achievers who didn’t survive I made a promise to my ancestors between my golden coins lipstick buried in red dangling Chair and purse off it’s arch Sit me back down on the groundedness Bring me back to please Freeze me but why after you dismiss me? To the dream awakening don’t hurt me protect my mind whispers in my ear I swear to my ceremony I am careful with courage...

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The dream was real Felt by the drops of a summer moon resting in its orbit I remember when your arms would coddle me at under silky sky mornings; gravity taking shape Let the patterns listen to themselves see what they see through their window eyes Let the numbers stand there be what they are in their bodies black brown white and unfiltered demonstrations when it equals soup and salad without a price for bread Let the silverware be tarnished and cups clinch only quiet figures hear When we gazed into eyes on cut up streets midnights in July thinking about our untold stories lightening August set off days apart I began with love, hoping to stay there I don’t want to leave another note I don’t want to leave another note I want a feather-bed to rest our heads on and make love You have no idea how much the burgeoning of reminiscence relieves me when it costs not one molecule to love to make us whole again and again It’s free because it’s there Feel the motions electric breeze like the wind sometimes it places us on the pane to watch us move holds us in between the spaces I am now in the scene of a precious transition inside and outside bream breathing in pink noise washing away all that was left that came before restarting the scene Once more is an opportunity for the bird to saddle back on its wings perch on the top of its one and only and try again saving what’s left of its oxygen a single tree meaning is without nothing There is something there something there these feelings pared in our chemical reaction evolving in our evolution Let’s agree that 1+1= 3 years and two turns into one squared Memories stay when they’re still there there is no erasing what has not been left undone in the kind of ink that makes a white board look sedated splayed out and painted in the image of our golden chair leaving its imprint scintillating unscarred; unerased Markers leaving their mark underneath the lindens in the back and to the right We used to taste the warmth of ripeness in avocado green and lime juice press no more pitted seeds We’re standing there standing; looking from its new location coming from an alternative universe understanding ourselves from a different place Let the numbers stand there be what they are Let the math not add up in their bodies black brown white and unfiltered demonstrations of matter gravity taking shape Will always Always equal where we are

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May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 8:53 AM UTC

Because It’s There

The dream was real Felt by the drops of a summer moon resting in its orbit I remember when your arms would coddle me at under silky sky mornings; gravity taking shape Let the patterns listen to themselves see what they see through their window eyes Let the numbers stand there be what they are in their bodies black brown white and unfiltered demonstrations when it equals soup and salad without a price for bread Let the silverware be tarnished and cups clinch only quiet figures hear When we gazed into eyes on cut up streets midnights in July thinking about our untold stories lightening August set off days apart I began with love, hoping to stay there I don’t want to leave another note I don’t want to leave another note I want a feather-bed to rest our heads on and make love You have no idea how much the burgeoning of reminiscence relieves me when it costs not one molecule to love to make us whole again and again It’s free because it’s there Feel the motions electric breeze like the wind sometimes it places us on the pane to watch us move holds us in between the spaces I am now in the scene of a precious transition inside and outside bream breathing in pink noise washing away all that was left that came before restarting the scene Once more is an opportunity for the bird to saddle back on its wings perch on the top of its one and only and try again saving what’s left of its oxygen a single tree meaning is without nothing There is something there something there these feelings pared in our chemical reaction evolving in our evolution Let’s agree that 1+1= 3 years and two turns into one squared Memories stay when they’re still there there is no erasing what has not been left undone in the kind of ink that makes a white board look sedated splayed out and painted in the image of our golden chair leaving its imprint scintillating unscarred; unerased Markers leaving their mark underneath the lindens in the back and to the right We used to taste the warmth of ripeness in avocado green and lime juice press no more pitted seeds We’re standing there standing; looking from its new location coming from an alternative universe understanding ourselves from a different place Let the numbers stand there be what they are Let the math not add up in their bodies black brown white and unfiltered demonstrations of matter gravity taking shape Will always Always equal where we are

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Artistic Enlightenment: It is the knowing that we can be spontaneous beings in a world of uncertainty. More now than ever. As creators we can envision the truth of a moment and see it real, but still understand the causality; that time moves on without always being present to it Like molecules of human consciousness, our being moves through states until the unknown trusts its own stand We have to stand still sometimes too Allow all the noise that comes with effort to pass through and recalibrate our truths Being loyal is the power to create. Desire is to pace; value to fill a cup that didn’t exist A new kind of alkaline you begin to share gratitude for; the “I am” that you hold yourself as. A vision that lives as part of all your parts. The mind was not developed to separate truthful intimacy from true desire. Our nature speaks in rhythms not in words all the time.. This is what the universe said when it chose for you; to put back into the world for yourself. This is all you, so that you feel these pieces come back as whole. He knows. Trust it always.

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May 20, 2021

May 20, 2021 at 11:21 AM UTC

Artistic Enlightenment

Artistic Enlightenment: It is the knowing that we can be spontaneous beings in a world of uncertainty. More now than ever. As creators we can envision the truth of a moment and see it real, but still understand the causality; that time moves on without always being present to it Like molecules of human consciousness, our being moves through states until the unknown trusts its own stand We have to stand still sometimes too Allow all the noise that comes with effort to pass through and recalibrate our truths Being loyal is the power to create. Desire is to pace; value to fill a cup that didn’t exist A new kind of alkaline you begin to share gratitude for; the “I am” that you hold yourself as. A vision that lives as part of all your parts. The mind was not developed to separate truthful intimacy from true desire. Our nature speaks in rhythms not in words all the time.. This is what the universe said when it chose for you; to put back into the world for yourself. This is all you, so that you feel these pieces come back as whole. He knows. Trust it always.

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Revisited on top of this mountain ice translates the morning into textured hues holding space a tempered mood the gaps within the crevices await their next patient cover the sleet of past years after Innocent expansion founded prepared and ready to hear time to use its wiser words readying to speak out on behalf of itself the clocks of experience taught its distance in a cold hiding place calling out beyond the peaks of this mountain: the shadow of its fearful chasm persisted: “You must find another way” shouted the early tinges of this sun’s glare like a vein’s intentional gaze Purple and green light you're somewhere out there this mountain felt it for all the sunsets God has ever named proclaimed it (in me) heaven heeded the specific tone the only thing needed: was to listen to it's causality and so it acted upon the thought like a silent note swirling around unlettered unposted franked for some time in the future passing as bicycles fading out cross crossing the steep of this mountain’s hill It got out of a maze that swiveled and turned at its intersection no stick needed shift and change positions until it fits in just thoughts imagine colors the picture stays in mind I didn't act until I felt time holding my waist the arteries opened up wrapping me around in Chenille moves its wand whispers in this mountain’s ear habits focus on the final flower selected once revisited in the dreams of the observed human looking down persistence enwraps itself around the crevices fills them graciously with consideration the taste of specificity In its human rapport had been selected This mountain’s end does not replace the past it’s fullness predicts the future To be whole (The most beautiful opportunity to live and to reign your love in)

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May 10, 2021

May 10, 2021 at 1:19 PM UTC

Revising Persistence

Revisited on top of this mountain ice translates the morning into textured hues holding space a tempered mood the gaps within the crevices await their next patient cover the sleet of past years after Innocent expansion founded prepared and ready to hear time to use its wiser words readying to speak out on behalf of itself the clocks of experience taught its distance in a cold hiding place calling out beyond the peaks of this mountain: the shadow of its fearful chasm persisted: “You must find another way” shouted the early tinges of this sun’s glare like a vein’s intentional gaze Purple and green light you're somewhere out there this mountain felt it for all the sunsets God has ever named proclaimed it (in me) heaven heeded the specific tone the only thing needed: was to listen to it's causality and so it acted upon the thought like a silent note swirling around unlettered unposted franked for some time in the future passing as bicycles fading out cross crossing the steep of this mountain’s hill It got out of a maze that swiveled and turned at its intersection no stick needed shift and change positions until it fits in just thoughts imagine colors the picture stays in mind I didn't act until I felt time holding my waist the arteries opened up wrapping me around in Chenille moves its wand whispers in this mountain’s ear habits focus on the final flower selected once revisited in the dreams of the observed human looking down persistence enwraps itself around the crevices fills them graciously with consideration the taste of specificity In its human rapport had been selected This mountain’s end does not replace the past it’s fullness predicts the future To be whole (The most beautiful opportunity to live and to reign your love in)

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