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 Jun 2018
wordvango
the yin and the yang
eternal fires
all of the desires of a human being
when still living
is the challenge
blessed be
the stars and why
the planets moons
and other celestial bodies
cause the poet to wax
and wane
I have always lived
Deep inside my head,
I have only ever been
A visitor in this reality,

My mind's eye resides
Within a multiverse--
Universes and Dimensions
That coexist separately
Alongside this numbing reality --
Through all of the beautiful,
Messy chaos, I see
With an extraordinary vision
And clarity.

I suffer with P.T.S.D,
O.C.D, Panic Disorder
And Depression;
A Chemical Imbalance
Causing Severe Anxiety.

This is my identity
In this, here, cold, numbing world;
These are the reasons
For my vulnerability.

A gift, or a curse...
To live inside my head?

To see beyond what my eyes see...
To be able to escape
Deep inside my mind,
Slowly stripping away reality....
Watching it slowly, but surely, shed?

In my head
My mind is entrenched,
Time is nonexistent
As is limitation...
I validate theories
Using frequencies,
Vibrations, colours, numbers
Intuition and telepathy.

Only whilst visiting reality
Do I ever feel detachment,
Disorientation, depersonalisation, Derealisation and dissociation --Otherwise known as
Debilitating Anxiety.

By Lady R.F. (C)2018
We don't always have to know whether we are coming or going.  
We end up where we are regardless. There's no such thing as nowhere.
Everywhere is somewhere,
and we are always there.


"Nowhere" doesn't exist.
The universe is full of "Somewheres"
-- Even amongst the spaces between the stars is a somewhere!
Lady R.F. (C2018)
 Jun 2018
astiani hayn
Sky
It's the endless sky that give chills all over,
For you who wonder and wander,
Surrounded by confusion and mixing decision,
For you this sky somehow heals,
Relinquish the constant distance of you and your own.
Sometimes the answer is in you.
 Jun 2018
Polar
He
He speaks the language of flowers
Quietly toiling in his garden
Digging, raking and smoothing soil,
Gently coaxing nature to match his vision.
He knows the bees, spiders, beetles, worms and earwigs
Regarding them as friends.
He follows seasons, moon and stars
As others do people
Enthralled at the changes they bring.
He listens as the birds sing
Watching with joy as
Fledgling take wing.
 Jun 2018
Traveler
Dear universe
I've minimum to report
...
Our world is still spinning
Into entropy
And out of control
We know not yet
What we really
Need to know
Ice and fire
Hot lava and snow
Around and around
The sun we go
Gravity held
  Inertia repelled
All our matter
Heading for hell

Dear universe
Just letting you know!
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2018
Krishnapriya
Time enfolds me in layers
like the creases in a saree
the petals in a rose
from childhood to youth
and then on to middle age
then to elder-hood
and then?

To that moment in time
when we are free from time

the rose blooms
absolved from this body
dissolved in eternity
Blessed in the freedom
Of the soul
 Jun 2018
K Balachandran
a boy to a girl,
Texts sitting across a desk;
love, a potted plant!
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