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  Nov 2014 NuurSeraph
nivek
they said you were enchanting and I could see your smile from a thousand miles away. that's what kept me going. that smile of a thousand miles. enchanted I rode across the spaces never stopping to look backwards. that smile of a thousand miles kept me focussed. and when close enough to stop travelling I sat and contemplated you forever.
NuurSeraph Nov 2014
Such intense pleasure grows out of the Soul potted in phase shift Soil.
The Heavens watered her petals to bloom, flowers of everlasting peaceful serene.

I am drawn into calming bliss, basking in her intoxicant solution of fragrance ~ wafting in the wisp-ers of wind, rising my eyes to the heart of her mind.

*My humble Soul shudders ~
  Nov 2014 NuurSeraph
Dylan Thomas
From love's first fever to her plague, from the soft second
And to the hollow minute of the womb,
From the unfolding to the scissored caul,
The time for breast and the green apron age
When no mouth stirred about the hanging famine,
All world was one, one windy nothing,
My world was christened in a stream of milk.
And earth and sky were as one airy hill.
The sun and mood shed one white light.

From the first print of the unshodden foot, the lifting
Hand, the breaking of the hair,
From the first scent of the heart, the warning ghost,
And to the first dumb wonder at the flesh,
The sun was red, the moon was grey,
The earth and sky were as two mountains meeting.

The body prospered, teeth in the marrowed gums,
The growing bones, the rumour of the manseed
Within the hallowed gland, blood blessed the heart,
And the four winds, that had long blown as one,
Shone in my ears the light of sound,
Called in my eyes the sound of light.
And yellow was the multiplying sand,
Each golden grain spat life into its fellow,
Green was the singing house.

The plum my mother picked matured slowly,
The boy she dropped from darkness at her side
Into the sided lap of light grew strong,
Was muscled, matted, wise to the crying thigh,
And to the voice that, like a voice of hunger,
Itched in the noise of wind and sun.

And from the first declension of the flesh
I learnt man's tongue, to twist the shapes of thoughts
Into the stony idiom of the brain,
To shade and knit anew the patch of words
Left by the dead who, in their moonless acre,
Need no word's warmth.
The root of tongues ends in a spentout cancer,
That but a name, where maggots have their X.

I learnt the verbs of will, and had my secret;
The code of night tapped on my tongue;
What had been one was many sounding minded.

One wound, one mind, spewed out the matter,
One breast gave **** the fever's issue;
From the divorcing sky I learnt the double,
The two-framed globe that spun into a score;
A million minds gave **** to such a bud
As forks my eye;
Youth did condense; the tears of spring
Dissolved in summer and the hundred seasons;
One sun, one manna, warmed and fed.
NuurSeraph Nov 2014
It feels kinda funny sometimes when the heart's in rare form.

I'm on stage performing a magic show when suddenly, I close my eyes and disappear~

{¡} !my Grand Escape! {¡}

I learned that one *before

the hat trick, so plain and basic
but I digress~

once upon a time, there was a princess born of more than just mere men. She often slipped sight unseen deep into the forest where she would play pretend. The tall towering trees would talk and tell her tales of mystery, speaking of Secrets older than time when Earth was churning in her prime. The stars would blink ON just for her, popping out of the dark night sky. Opening up the universe, she'd close her eyes and fly
but I digress~

I open up my eyes to see
the audience still sitting there.
I've got this silly hat,
but no bunny rabbit anywhere!

I really wish they wouldn't stare
I'm not so great at magic tricks,
only the magic in my mind~

I'd really like to disappear
and be that princess right now  :-)
Just a fantasy take on stage fright or any frightening situation~ It would be more than great if when the panic sets in, we could just close our eyes and trade existences and be somewhere magical instead.
  Nov 2014 NuurSeraph
K Balachandran
Airborne still, this moment aloft is simply magical
in perpetual motion from a moment in the past
when I start to swing, it's a journey, back and forth
to a past  which,I can only visit hovering above
and a future , just an apparition, vague in the horizon,
can't be certain what it would bring, unless I would
make it happen wishing deep inspired by  my vision ,
gathered from my experiences in the swing flying.

Time, lends me the wings that fly me, this vision is all
I have to rely on, to make things happen before
the swing finally slows down before the setting sun.
ജീവിതം എന്ന ഊഞ്ഞാലിൽ
  Nov 2014 NuurSeraph
Jessica Golich
Welcome to an exhibition showcasing the brilliant hues of rainbow that dance in a mind immersed in an interminable pool of wonder
The price of admission is a supernatural incision from a cosmic magician full of extramundane vision
A spiritual call to arms - a cunningly pleasing provincial alarm stimulating unexploited charms enkindled in the archaic profundity held within your palms.
NuurSeraph Nov 2014
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the Excitement in the air is
welcome Refrain~
all blissfully blue and clear.
Charm-ing entanglements everywhere
boldly declare a holiday.

Take a break, implode the mystery~
Knowons faithfully pulsate
the heartbeat
of everyone, everywhere.

Do you dare to be aware?
let's learn to share our intimate existence :)
A little bit of Quanta with Quality.Enjoy :-)
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