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 Sep 2019
Cm
Planting the seed
Of love
In your heart
Watering with
The Tears of hope
Humility and nurturing
Fencing with
The faith in the self
Plucking the thorn of fears and ego
The weeds of doubt
Let the life be a dance
In the wilderness of love
In the garden of your heart
Spreading the beauty
Of your being
Dance in the garden
Of your heart

©️Sobbingsoul
 Sep 2019
Apostrophe's
From the depths of my soul
My most reputable
source of information Told me
to keep it real
but the reel's spinnin' Towards me
and the fact of the matter
is a matter of fact
the laughing stock
is just a toy warehouse in the back
and these feelings are just feelings
and it's clearly appearing
that merely believing
is healing the cracks
Sanity intact
Man it seems that that alone
Would satisfy my manic past
A lapse of judgement
Frequents me
So let's adjust the frequency
Muster up the decency
To face it head on peacefully
Turn another leaf for me
To at least get through this evening
So I can focus on just healing me
 Sep 2019
The uniVerse
I licensed my likeness
to the wizards of Maine
but took issue with misuse
of character and name.
A pointy hat and long beard
make an excellent disguise
for someone a dumb one
who wants to appear wise.
Just something random I wrote.
 Sep 2019
Bijan Rabiee
Of one essence in creation's mold
Our souls are organs
Of a cosmic whale
Swimming the ocean of Time
In search of destiny divine.

When an appendage
Is suffering in pain
Others must apprehensive remain
If some members show no pity
For another's afflictions
The appellation of Human
They can not retain.
 Sep 2019
Onoma
at birth the stone was

cast and glass went dark--

cursed to wander the sightless

terminus of his days.

a blind snake charmer filled

the holes of his flute with

fingers speedily entering their voids.

there was no more gravely

urgent sound to be heard, as

neighboring ears fell into his

lonely kingdom.

his Heart carried across from

the mountain road which he sat--

way down the valley.

he played from a featureless and

single point, that he would die for

at any moment.

which came across with every note,

what distance no foot could cover.

snakes would often beat themselves

to death on stones to dance away with

the melody that possessed them.

only when he lowered his flute and hung

his head, did he let tears fall down a

groundless ground.
 Aug 2019
Yitkbel
Deep, deep within

As the human soul watches,

The other less clever, obedient invisible masses work.

He tells them to run

They dare not walk,

Or rather,

They synchronize with his mind as one

In unison.

Even time,

Who would surely rebel

If he had chosen to waste his talent,

Followed his command and wishes.


Only those

Having more faith in the mortal flesh

Lived helplessly, questioning the

Chaos

Not knowing the ability behind the

Display of clothing skin

Upon

Each

And

Every

Soul
https://dailygalaxy.com/2019/07/a-smoky-dragon-the-cosmos-is-a-participatory-universe-weekend-feature/

This poem itself was written by a rather juvenile me way back in high school. I was recently introduced to western philosophy and more or less philosophy in general. Independent of and somehow just before learning of the 'law of attraction' I was already obsessed with the idea of consciousness changing the physical. This interest slowly faded. However...

Today, I was suggested the above article by the algorithm of a bit more scientific study and exploration by actual theoretical physicist John Archibald Wheeler and peers, and was reminded of this and several other poems I wrote with a limited understanding of the topic.

I am not a student of science though I was always interested in the cosmic, so take this as you will.

Soul

-Yue ****, 13:29 Saturday January 23, 2010
 Aug 2019
Victor D López
The world is my oyster,
Though it is three days dead,
Malodorous coffin,
Lined in mother of pearl,
Concealing no treasure,
Not a perfect large pearl,
Just my flesh-covered bones,
And the dreams I once dreamed,
That died while yet I lived,
And hoped they might be born.
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