Hands, as delicate flowers fraulein.
Life so delicate, yet strong as spidroin.
Daughter, mother, life, death; tethered Aura
of preternatural forces, you are Sophia on Quora.
I am now realizing what's more ah
sweet aura, for the fores of life to crystallize and form a wet web;
A rainbow of sunshine's warm energy, sweet synergy,
dancing between the alpha and omega, love's light in victory.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
When you lose everything you once had in mind, and in spirit you are a lost cause..
All is pain and guilt, suffering and neglect.
Love becomes a distant regret,
life persists instead.
You do me favor and I feel cheated, deflated, frustrated, and elated.
I feel nothing that makes any joy or choice: lie to myself
and mate with perversion's voice.
Glide on the edge of functionality and insanity, with or without holes, or breakdowns.
I see break through's and grade schools, improving my balance
and granting me the wisdom to stay humble,
and over time stable.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
There was a buzzing, woke me from my bed,
(in the place between my ears)
calling me to a place where I'm not alone.
Dreams are fantastic in lovers arms instead,
especially when you've been lonely on your own.
Faint, just a whisper, forgotten;
clumsily on the edge of infinity,
ready to drop into a pool of what's rotten,
you're lost in sweet serenity.
Blissfully alive.
But where is your buzzing?
Where is your soul?
Surely you would have noticed
the subtle silence of a mausoleum,
the clattered bones of yesterday
only scatter when ya see em.
And I'm too 'fraid to 'pollogize for my mistakes,
misdeeds and mistreating you.
I've seen the floor that you whip me with,
and its not worth meeting too.
So I've decided to surrender
to that sweet sweet serenity.
I've decided to surrender to that sweet serenity,
running on dreams, standing alone
on a crowded sea of enmity. (I just don't care anymore!)
Its time to sleep. its time to open this door and find myself home.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC
I can't remember how I got here.
A striving to remember what I was
lead me to a song that I never heard.
Neck and my body strain,
its only when I'm dancing
that I feel like I'm alive.
But I sit in this lazy boy all day instead.
arthritic hands typing and clicking on internet pages.
I have put myself on the doorstep of death.
But I can't complain about my sore ***
Or the pain in my head. All I can do
Is remember that life is a cosmic drama dreamed
I am a messenger of the future, hidden truth, planetary organism.
Part of being a seer is knowing when you are going to exit.
I know that I am ready.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
I promise to let go of you;
not the reality of you,
but of my thoughts about you.
When I hold on to you, the idea of you,
my image of you, that expectation of you,
I lose you.
To meet you here, now, I must be me.
To love you I must love myself
because the only thing that can truly see you is me myself and I.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I'm done with worry; I'm done with pain.
All I want is a love that can sustain
my heart, my mind, my soul without complaint;
and bring emotions to blossom without constraint.
My river has become a flood
upon the surface of my heart, and within my blood,
so I have turned and changed my dream
to redirect this living stream
From finding love in a place outside
to discovering the truth that does reside
within the very heart that strives to love
so now I see, it was me I was dreaming of.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
Black Lives Splatter on the heal of American Jackboot Patriotism.
When will black lives matter?
When all life ceases to be divided into races,
and we are seen as a single species,
as a spectrum rather than as separate colors.
No matter how devastating this reality may be,
it is the reality.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
The world is out of balance: koyaanisqatsi!
Numinous, my heart's nemophilist alerted to the danger,
yet presently in rasasavada, espies the solstace moon and cries
in acatalepsy: Mamihlapinatapai with the hunter within...
Should I embrace this smultronställe,
cought in the ostranenie of meliorism,
or drift from this vorfrued to sophresyne;
My only desire is the nurishing erlebnisse of metanoia,
of my dérive towards sehnsucht:
of rasasavada, that I may insulate myself from the Weltanschauung
of modern society, hiraeth to a nefelibata.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Bathing under the cool glow of a thousand million stars--
shattered mirrors reflecting your brilliance--
you are the sun, and the great deep your lover.
When I am not there, you see the emptiness in all its implication:
the death of stars, the beauty of change, and the soft significance
that all of this is happening without you, and within you.
I hear you call to me in the midnight hour,
longing to be touched by the warmth of a familiar star.
But I am as empty as the great deep, filled with peace, surrounded by chaos.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
There is a sinking discomfort at my core
my ego falls into a pit of quicksand, lost forever more;
lost to the lingering sorrow--for tomorrow will be
as it was today: languishing, writhing in emptiness...
To trust the world, my mothers breast,
as if the heart of man were best,
suited to the freedom that nature blessed
her children of the wild quest,
is folly of the highest order:
poverty and disorder
corruption from the roots to the fruits;
and the starving of this world abound
unseen and unnumbered.
To feel hunger, to know the dark dimension of despair;
this the tyranny of society perpetuates upon itself:
to be a pauper, a peon, a peasant, a pleb under the rule of another;
to work as a slave to someone else's cause and convenience.
To be individual instead of indivisible,
to be alright with the starving children in Africa
if it means I can buy new shoes.
Hunger does not begin or end with you.
Hunger is the slave master of a thousand and one kingdoms.
Hunger is the gatekeeper to the kingdom of heaven.
Appease him and the world will know peace.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC