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Sorelle 4d
Ticking clocks paint the air with time
Zippers drag slow with a mellow chime
Graffiti walls whisper in neon hues
Skateboards cruise under psychedelic blues
Theremin cries like a ghost in the night
Squeaky floors sing in a flickering light
Dulcimers hum a kaleidoscopic trance
City bones shake with its cosmic dance
Dreams drip down in tie-dye streams
Stardust heavy like shattered beams
Baby scratches echo
The bass unfolds
The universe spins in colours untold
Moon winks as the streets come alive
Vibrations hum through technicoloured eyes
Broken tiles sing beneath our feet
Melodies thrive where chaos meets
Time slows down in this painted maze
Eyes wide open in a lucid haze
Clock hands melt feral and free
A symphony born in graffiti debris
A raw, kaleidoscopic snapshot of a city alive in motion and colour
-Sorelle
There is no darkness.
I mean this symbolically,
But also quite literally.

There is light
Constantly all around you,
Flowing through you.

Spectrums you can see,
Spectrums you don't.
But are you able to?
2045
Pluto has come out of Aquarius.
The world full of darkness has returned to light.
Palestine which is gripped by darkness has returned to light.
The darkness of Kaliyuga has vanished , swept away by the light of Satyayuga.
Oh Holy Spirit.
Oh Nur Muhammad.
Oh Atma.
Oh Buddhi.
Oh Ingsun.
Keep fighting for liberta !
Keep struggling until that time comes !
2045


July 2025

By Alvian Eleven
Life's a composite of many different things
Of birds that soar on glistening skies
with mighty iron wings
And those that perch on simple stone to rest in between
Life encapsulates everything
From flight to sleep
From the mighty hunt as lion jaws search wary prey
From the gentle footfalls of despair
When the meal eludes today
Life's the crest of anticipation
and yet, the swells that couch it
Life's the blazing sun that kissed the earth from high
Life's the sleepy moon that blinks a lazy eye
Still and quiet or blindingly loud
Moments of splendor, gifted and proud
Moments of shame, lowliness in a crowd
What is life then, flashes of amber, silver, and gold
Is it not everything the earth can hold?
Asleep
Awakened by a voice
The Deceased one appeared as an image
The voice spoke of encouragement
Felt a sudden excitement
Visualizing and wonder if what was happening all true
Thinking I was dreaming and my mind playing tricks
It was a friend I truly missed
Yet I listened to every spoken word the deceased one was saying
Endure and courage being assuring
The words were “Walk in Confident with your head up”
Don’t let people upset you nor make you fed up
To me that was a condition
Needed to know more
The Deceased Friend stating I was a good friend in guiding him in his problems and helping him overcome
Step by Step satisfaction
The friendship always sustained
Being told by the Deceased one that I have a purpose and my life will always be elevated to new heights
Began to wonder how I would be directed
The heart pounded and echo out
Assurance was starting to take control
A certain surge of power in being “Bold, Honored and Favored”
The Deceased one disappeared and said, until we meet again
Later, went back to sleep
Next morning, rose and was ready to conquer the world with new revelations
Walking out the door, my eyes observed the sky, and said thank you Deceased Friend
Welcomed mind and refreshing thoughts
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