rachel-31 - Hello Poetry

My roll ends with the tides of the shifting moss Amateurs murk forthwith in a tin can Out of the cool wide-eyed of night dream mist Deadened lines slamming heaviness on tombs Rain cities distilling the cold blue night Cracks underneath the putrid sky lit doors Clay built street lamps melting on Earth’s rumble Inescapable hues of red sunshine Broken shades of satire crawl around Over the moonstruck autumn fairy rain White skeleton crows in adverse obsidian Dowsed in misery, songs for the wicked sweet Mocked, maimed and ill-trodden To the fancy slims of the crystal ball Born to the age of tangled wars Aching wheels of thoughts heralding headlong

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Apr 20, 2020

Apr 20, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC

Heralding Headlong

My roll ends with the tides of the shifting moss Amateurs murk forthwith in a tin can Out of the cool wide-eyed of night dream mist Deadened lines slamming heaviness on tombs Rain cities distilling the cold blue night Cracks underneath the putrid sky lit doors Clay built street lamps melting on Earth’s rumble Inescapable hues of red sunshine Broken shades of satire crawl around Over the moonstruck autumn fairy rain White skeleton crows in adverse obsidian Dowsed in misery, songs for the wicked sweet Mocked, maimed and ill-trodden To the fancy slims of the crystal ball Born to the age of tangled wars Aching wheels of thoughts heralding headlong

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{HOWL inspired, a rip off}. I saw the worst alcoholics of my recovery group return from INSANITY… beaten down at the battle grounds of ***** I. who staggered over park benches, plastered and stabbed, in the unholy city of Las *** who crawled to the threshold of the St Therese Church doorstep for a 2 a.m. garbled vocabulary vigil of wine and song who, left always alone, with a growling loneliness, forever on a lone trip for nowhere, with no one where throngs of ******* husbands soak dead in their sheets of overdose who only thought they were keeping it together whilst burning their lives to the ground, one more time who were spotted smoking blunts in limousines just weeks before the mutiny of their disease sunk their Titanic they, as unawares of the frigged cold, and truck stuck in the snow drift, walked miles in t-shirts and socks, just to get more, more, more who ravished nightmarish, whore-like creatures for *** and cigarettes, all for a night on the town and who disappeared for weeks, and looked upon as unrecognizable when these beasts of burdens returned, scratching at others’ wounds that they themselves had inflicted that had spent years on the merry-go-rounds of surgical tables, jailhouses, psyche wards, detox centers and homeless shelters wherein their ***** were handed to them by repeated self-administered beatings to the point of incomprehensible demoralization II. ism, the I, Self, Me, stuck in our heads and can’t get away from self ism, the insidious Doctor Jekell and Mr. Hide act ism, the hideous Four Horseman - of terror, bewilderment, frustration, despair III. who, under the lash of alcoholism, were unwillingly driven to A.A., and where, by some grace, were able to surrender, ask for help and become willing to make changes whereby they gather together, in strength, to help one another from being swallowed up by the incessant madness whose lives have been turned completely around, from a hopeless state of mind and body who, one day at a time, don’t drink, drug, lie cheat or steal whose relationships with their children have been mended and who are living useful and purposeful lives who care about each other and do what they can to help others who give their time to share their experience and provide hope to the next sufferer these alcoholics stay sober by working the 12 steps of recovery with a sponsor, and together, trudge the road of happy destiny

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Mar 31, 2020

Mar 31, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC

growl

{HOWL inspired, a rip off}. I saw the worst alcoholics of my recovery group return from INSANITY… beaten down at the battle grounds of ***** I. who staggered over park benches, plastered and stabbed, in the unholy city of Las *** who crawled to the threshold of the St Therese Church doorstep for a 2 a.m. garbled vocabulary vigil of wine and song who, left always alone, with a growling loneliness, forever on a lone trip for nowhere, with no one where throngs of ******* husbands soak dead in their sheets of overdose who only thought they were keeping it together whilst burning their lives to the ground, one more time who were spotted smoking blunts in limousines just weeks before the mutiny of their disease sunk their Titanic they, as unawares of the frigged cold, and truck stuck in the snow drift, walked miles in t-shirts and socks, just to get more, more, more who ravished nightmarish, whore-like creatures for *** and cigarettes, all for a night on the town and who disappeared for weeks, and looked upon as unrecognizable when these beasts of burdens returned, scratching at others’ wounds that they themselves had inflicted that had spent years on the merry-go-rounds of surgical tables, jailhouses, psyche wards, detox centers and homeless shelters wherein their ***** were handed to them by repeated self-administered beatings to the point of incomprehensible demoralization II. ism, the I, Self, Me, stuck in our heads and can’t get away from self ism, the insidious Doctor Jekell and Mr. Hide act ism, the hideous Four Horseman - of terror, bewilderment, frustration, despair III. who, under the lash of alcoholism, were unwillingly driven to A.A., and where, by some grace, were able to surrender, ask for help and become willing to make changes whereby they gather together, in strength, to help one another from being swallowed up by the incessant madness whose lives have been turned completely around, from a hopeless state of mind and body who, one day at a time, don’t drink, drug, lie cheat or steal whose relationships with their children have been mended and who are living useful and purposeful lives who care about each other and do what they can to help others who give their time to share their experience and provide hope to the next sufferer these alcoholics stay sober by working the 12 steps of recovery with a sponsor, and together, trudge the road of happy destiny

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Stratospheres of energy fields are aflame Sorted pieces of events for someone to blame Waking up all over again to do it the same Simulating life, liberty and remanence of fame Sanctity and civility marked by uniformity Simplicity cut short by fractions of falsifiability Circumvent the thick density of a sovereign reality Dismissing duality to enter the ring of the trinity Obnoxious volition lending toward a noxious trend Lying down the self-hood, there is nothing to defend The dark or the light, of which shall we contend Drifting as the conscious observer, to all else, suspend

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Mar 12, 2020

Mar 12, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC

STRATOSPHERES

Stratospheres of energy fields are aflame Sorted pieces of events for someone to blame Waking up all over again to do it the same Simulating life, liberty and remanence of fame Sanctity and civility marked by uniformity Simplicity cut short by fractions of falsifiability Circumvent the thick density of a sovereign reality Dismissing duality to enter the ring of the trinity Obnoxious volition lending toward a noxious trend Lying down the self-hood, there is nothing to defend The dark or the light, of which shall we contend Drifting as the conscious observer, to all else, suspend

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The secret in her art Origins from deep within the Earth An ancient tradition Her sounds move from heart to hearth Chorus echoes beauty Currents where love runs deep Preserving lyrical poetry Nature spirits sing in praise Stars melting into the sun a metaphysical solace She was saved by her art The world reclaims her

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Mar 9, 2020

Mar 9, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC

Her Art

The secret in her art Origins from deep within the Earth An ancient tradition Her sounds move from heart to hearth Chorus echoes beauty Currents where love runs deep Preserving lyrical poetry Nature spirits sing in praise Stars melting into the sun a metaphysical solace She was saved by her art The world reclaims her

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There is Earth And from that Earth, our birth To my Mother My darkest clowns I am nothing but Error and absurdities I am found in diversity, Not prosperity My defects more glorious Than my victories I mourn my disasters Unable to celebrate victories Is a frigid heart Worth the love it believes due? A new life beckoning On a strange new shore Are you the herald of progress Or the purveyor of amusement The helpless soul within her drowned Odin, the one-eyed god of battle Screamed a foul sound in a fit of rage A battle cry sung to the dead The American witches Practicing witchcraft at night Turning red candles white The jester came from above Floating by to deliver Tales of tragedy and comedy Time and space are the Abstractions of our experience

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Mar 1, 2020

Mar 1, 2020 at 6:55 PM UTC

A delightful color of collective disorder

There is Earth And from that Earth, our birth To my Mother My darkest clowns I am nothing but Error and absurdities I am found in diversity, Not prosperity My defects more glorious Than my victories I mourn my disasters Unable to celebrate victories Is a frigid heart Worth the love it believes due? A new life beckoning On a strange new shore Are you the herald of progress Or the purveyor of amusement The helpless soul within her drowned Odin, the one-eyed god of battle Screamed a foul sound in a fit of rage A battle cry sung to the dead The American witches Practicing witchcraft at night Turning red candles white The jester came from above Floating by to deliver Tales of tragedy and comedy Time and space are the Abstractions of our experience

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The dandelions are new today Up on the mountain top Blades of new grass are alive today Up on the mountain top I came to pray to renew today Up on the mountain top On my knees in the dew today Up on the mountain top Asking for help I'm askew today Up on the mountain top Searching for the god I knew today Up on the mountaintop

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Mar 1, 2020

Mar 1, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC

March 1

The dandelions are new today Up on the mountain top Blades of new grass are alive today Up on the mountain top I came to pray to renew today Up on the mountain top On my knees in the dew today Up on the mountain top Asking for help I'm askew today Up on the mountain top Searching for the god I knew today Up on the mountaintop

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Waves of Fear wash over Let go and be free Besetting of a noxious splendor Melting worry into the Sea Serpent energies arise within Join in and ride Requesitenesses for new skin Ridding toxins from inside Peaceful existence now I capture Experience and enjoy Glistening Sun and wet with rapture Swimming the Ocean of Pure Joy

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Mar 1, 2020

Mar 1, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC

Falling Away of Fear

Waves of Fear wash over Let go and be free Besetting of a noxious splendor Melting worry into the Sea Serpent energies arise within Join in and ride Requesitenesses for new skin Ridding toxins from inside Peaceful existence now I capture Experience and enjoy Glistening Sun and wet with rapture Swimming the Ocean of Pure Joy

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Melting the rays of reasoning Into the sunlight of Ultimate Being Polishing the mirror of the reflected Source A divine power moves in of significant force Illuminating and nurturing qualities of virtue Incandescent with Spirituality rather than from a religious view A dissolving of ones’ limits and boundaries To widen the circle of love and overcome quandaries

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Feb 27, 2020

Feb 27, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC

HEART CENTER

Melting the rays of reasoning Into the sunlight of Ultimate Being Polishing the mirror of the reflected Source A divine power moves in of significant force Illuminating and nurturing qualities of virtue Incandescent with Spirituality rather than from a religious view A dissolving of ones’ limits and boundaries To widen the circle of love and overcome quandaries

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Panic in the blood stream Fever on the palms Untold horrors A prophesy in the book of psalms

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Feb 27, 2020

Feb 27, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC

Panic

Panic in the blood stream Fever on the palms Untold horrors A prophesy in the book of psalms

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The Soul as the unifying presence in the midst of our human weakness in the face of Spirit Sacrifice Love Presence Humility Let us surrender to the way of the Universe

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Feb 27, 2020

Feb 27, 2020 at 12:14 PM UTC

Surrender

The Soul as the unifying presence in the midst of our human weakness in the face of Spirit Sacrifice Love Presence Humility Let us surrender to the way of the Universe

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