native-intuition - Hello Poetry

But how do I tell you about the things I've seen? From the most haunting and daunting To the very fabric of dreams I've experienced love beyond measure Traveled the world to hold it in my hands I lost myself seeking that foreign treasure and returned home a different man Moonlit dinners on Italian cobblestone streets Ludovico Einaudi providing the symphony I've climbed mountains in The Alps Drank straight from the snow melt streams I witnessed the Black Wolf of Val Duron and kissed a Goddess on those mountain peaks I've stood shoulder to shoulder with ancient warriors carved in stone I looked them directly in the eyes and felt an honest worthiness in my bones I've laid on the beaches of paradise been cleansed by the waters of the Aegean Sea Slovenia, Austria, Greece and Italy I can no longer recall who I used to be Synagogues, churches, temples and sacred places but all I seem to remember is how beautiful her face is Like a collision of galaxies Moving far too fast to ever coexist We changed each other's world and kept moving through the eclipse From the Earth that inward pulls Like the song of the last wild wolves

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Nov 16, 2019

Nov 16, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC

The Fabric of Dreams

But how do I tell you about the things I've seen? From the most haunting and daunting To the very fabric of dreams I've experienced love beyond measure Traveled the world to hold it in my hands I lost myself seeking that foreign treasure and returned home a different man Moonlit dinners on Italian cobblestone streets Ludovico Einaudi providing the symphony I've climbed mountains in The Alps Drank straight from the snow melt streams I witnessed the Black Wolf of Val Duron and kissed a Goddess on those mountain peaks I've stood shoulder to shoulder with ancient warriors carved in stone I looked them directly in the eyes and felt an honest worthiness in my bones I've laid on the beaches of paradise been cleansed by the waters of the Aegean Sea Slovenia, Austria, Greece and Italy I can no longer recall who I used to be Synagogues, churches, temples and sacred places but all I seem to remember is how beautiful her face is Like a collision of galaxies Moving far too fast to ever coexist We changed each other's world and kept moving through the eclipse From the Earth that inward pulls Like the song of the last wild wolves

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The animals we pretend not to be Confiding in technology Hiding in comforts Spirits lying dormant We ache to belong Never knowing how wrong Never understanding that we're all composed of the same universal song From the Earth that inward pulls Like the song of the last wild wolves.

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC

The Last Wild Wolves

The animals we pretend not to be Confiding in technology Hiding in comforts Spirits lying dormant We ache to belong Never knowing how wrong Never understanding that we're all composed of the same universal song From the Earth that inward pulls Like the song of the last wild wolves.

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Like all great love stories shadows riddled with sadness lay in balance persisting penetrating pushing apart Water freezes in the cracks of a rock and eventually shatters it to pieces Chaos to order to disorder Mindful acceptance Entropy unbreakable universal law applying to the entirety of existence- and that does not exclude love So when stars go supernova -Chaos- Billions of years pass Planets form and the atoms reincarnate into two human beings who are deeply passionately and madly in-love- That is the pinnacle the highest state of -Order- that can possibly exist There can be nothing greater Nothing of more substance and so begins -Disorder- It simply cannot last That love has taught you both everything you will ever need to know and it is time to become the next reincarnation of ourselves That love engrained is now forever a part of you Through years Through lifetimes Through millennia

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC

The Pinnacle

Like all great love stories shadows riddled with sadness lay in balance persisting penetrating pushing apart Water freezes in the cracks of a rock and eventually shatters it to pieces Chaos to order to disorder Mindful acceptance Entropy unbreakable universal law applying to the entirety of existence- and that does not exclude love So when stars go supernova -Chaos- Billions of years pass Planets form and the atoms reincarnate into two human beings who are deeply passionately and madly in-love- That is the pinnacle the highest state of -Order- that can possibly exist There can be nothing greater Nothing of more substance and so begins -Disorder- It simply cannot last That love has taught you both everything you will ever need to know and it is time to become the next reincarnation of ourselves That love engrained is now forever a part of you Through years Through lifetimes Through millennia

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Sometimes I try to write and nothing but words come out. I hate those nights.

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC

Can't focus.

Sometimes I try to write and nothing but words come out. I hate those nights.

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There can be no growth carrying the perception that your life is a solid state of being. You are fluid. Time is fluid. Emotions are fluid. Respect the river. And dive in. The moments don't linger, though the hunger is real- and you cannot define yourself by the routines you currently tread. One different decision. One change of direction. With every step another decision is made. Who am I becoming? With every breath the nature of the experiences of our lives unfold. Exercise your inherited powers of evolution. Left foot, right foot. Work. Sleep. "But this is how I've always done it." Not anymore. It is time for me to go this way now. Because it is time for me to grow. Nothing is certain, nor will it ever be. Some things just feel right. Like a gravitational pull towards the light. Each potential path we could walk is promised to be overflowing with new experiences, new friendships, new hardships and new self discoveries. Wherever it may come to lead- new happiness, new sadness and new love that you never knew could exist- will be born. A new version of ourselves will emerge. Do not waste away lying dormant, like oceans drained bone-dry by emotionless routines. Become change. Gravitate towards love and towards passion. Like the rapids of a river evolving.

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Oct 16, 2014

Oct 16, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC

River Evolving

There can be no growth carrying the perception that your life is a solid state of being. You are fluid. Time is fluid. Emotions are fluid. Respect the river. And dive in. The moments don't linger, though the hunger is real- and you cannot define yourself by the routines you currently tread. One different decision. One change of direction. With every step another decision is made. Who am I becoming? With every breath the nature of the experiences of our lives unfold. Exercise your inherited powers of evolution. Left foot, right foot. Work. Sleep. "But this is how I've always done it." Not anymore. It is time for me to go this way now. Because it is time for me to grow. Nothing is certain, nor will it ever be. Some things just feel right. Like a gravitational pull towards the light. Each potential path we could walk is promised to be overflowing with new experiences, new friendships, new hardships and new self discoveries. Wherever it may come to lead- new happiness, new sadness and new love that you never knew could exist- will be born. A new version of ourselves will emerge. Do not waste away lying dormant, like oceans drained bone-dry by emotionless routines. Become change. Gravitate towards love and towards passion. Like the rapids of a river evolving.

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Intentional directional frequency, dancing in multidimensional secrecy. I follow this ancient Red Road because it calls to me ceaselessly. It humbles me, more than can conceivably be. It empowers me, primitively and peacefully. Graciously, like the moon pulls the sea Interconnected irrevocably in this spiral galaxy of spirituality.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC

Like the Moon pulls the Sea

Intentional directional frequency, dancing in multidimensional secrecy. I follow this ancient Red Road because it calls to me ceaselessly. It humbles me, more than can conceivably be. It empowers me, primitively and peacefully. Graciously, like the moon pulls the sea Interconnected irrevocably in this spiral galaxy of spirituality.

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Sprouting seedling Deep rooted and day dreaming Through the crow's eyes I see through the disguise as this day fades into evening. Indigestible persistence Stand up to make a difference Enchanted by the blood of my ancestors resistance. I pay homage as I gain thankful for the knowledge flowing freely through my veins I hold the deepest respect for this land I will protect I am Haudenosaunee born wild and free and this way I shall remain.

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC

Haudenosaunee

Sprouting seedling Deep rooted and day dreaming Through the crow's eyes I see through the disguise as this day fades into evening. Indigestible persistence Stand up to make a difference Enchanted by the blood of my ancestors resistance. I pay homage as I gain thankful for the knowledge flowing freely through my veins I hold the deepest respect for this land I will protect I am Haudenosaunee born wild and free and this way I shall remain.

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Some nights the memories still take over. Some nights you are still the only thing I want to think about. So I retreat to shut off the outside world. I bury myself in those old emotions. I bury myself in those memories. I want to remember them all every insignificant detail. I want to remember the faint scent of your hair thrown into the air as you rested your head down on my shoulder. but I can't and that bothers me.

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC

I want to remember

Some nights the memories still take over. Some nights you are still the only thing I want to think about. So I retreat to shut off the outside world. I bury myself in those old emotions. I bury myself in those memories. I want to remember them all every insignificant detail. I want to remember the faint scent of your hair thrown into the air as you rested your head down on my shoulder. but I can't and that bothers me.

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Delicate atmosphere Intrinsically understood Nature's intricate ecosystems Our planetary amniotic fluid Unborn children Safe within the womb Helplessly pondering our existence Relentlessly hoping that soon Something will save us Will come to wake us up As if this life is not enough.. I wonder if the star that exploded and created the atoms of which I consist is proud of the reincarnation that has grown to presently exist This life giving source My Mother; this Earth To whom we owe our lives for the very possibility of birth. Safe in our first moments inside our Mother's womb While our Mothers were safe within Hers This Earth is a living entity and we must protect the roots of truth from which the gift of life occurs.

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC

Protect the Roots of Truth

Delicate atmosphere Intrinsically understood Nature's intricate ecosystems Our planetary amniotic fluid Unborn children Safe within the womb Helplessly pondering our existence Relentlessly hoping that soon Something will save us Will come to wake us up As if this life is not enough.. I wonder if the star that exploded and created the atoms of which I consist is proud of the reincarnation that has grown to presently exist This life giving source My Mother; this Earth To whom we owe our lives for the very possibility of birth. Safe in our first moments inside our Mother's womb While our Mothers were safe within Hers This Earth is a living entity and we must protect the roots of truth from which the gift of life occurs.

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The presence of her love seems to come and go in waves. Eloquently spoken, this omen takes its shape. In full bloom like a full moon it looms then without a word, none spoken, none heard- it always dissipates. The rains and change in season, could very well be the reason, because she's always chosen to see. She's one of Mother Nature's children a creature of growth she will inevitably be. Lunar pull abide, we'd drive for hours just to find the darkest places to lay outside. Speaking open mind, watching the starry sky, until the Sun would rise. Still, she has her rising tides- for our love grew far and wide. Random nights from out of sight, she comes to me to hide. My arms forever open and in me she still confides.

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Sep 8, 2014

Sep 8, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC

My Arms Forever Open

The presence of her love seems to come and go in waves. Eloquently spoken, this omen takes its shape. In full bloom like a full moon it looms then without a word, none spoken, none heard- it always dissipates. The rains and change in season, could very well be the reason, because she's always chosen to see. She's one of Mother Nature's children a creature of growth she will inevitably be. Lunar pull abide, we'd drive for hours just to find the darkest places to lay outside. Speaking open mind, watching the starry sky, until the Sun would rise. Still, she has her rising tides- for our love grew far and wide. Random nights from out of sight, she comes to me to hide. My arms forever open and in me she still confides.

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