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B Woods  Dec 2009
LifeStream
B Woods Dec 2009
When one comes to a stream,
the mid life crisis in the board game,
walk across the stones
your instinct and intellect inspire
'cuz even if you soak your shoes or toes,
your character triumphs.
Keep at whatever you enjoy
no matter how small or slippery the stone.
You'll get across mate,
and do it with your best buds.
Lenore Lux Dec 2014
As fridge-rator to beer in the head between the ears adorned with flashy widgets with which to trap the hoes he hopes that he can pull into his poles. His gravity whips wide so hands find and feel up erthing that gots the tail, he wants to rail so hands out he walks and tilts to one side and back holding his glass. ******* limp around the rim, dipping his fingertips into the juice like he wants to dip into you, pinkies as he holds your head forcing you to **** like you want his come as much as he wants to come. Then when done zips up, runs out, "***** sayonara", switch rerun mode without emotion. He floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.

Head on the couch back making tired, one eye open scoping everyone's glow as they move, when up he comes sittin in my face, spittin what he thinks I want him to say, I'm like, "****, guy control that tongue, you spray like that always I'm afraid I won't take that wild ****, as tool is to you as to yo *****." Right ******* ****** spittin harder in the lean up perhaps the lead up to fist flung to react. "Man you too loose, I gotta tell you, I've got just what you do." "Your uh ******?" Man watch ya flavor of language, I got just enough ****** left to get hard and stomp you, heel first in boots bought to stomp, pre-emptive to deal with the bullwhip effect where first you droolin to **** me, then retract like a bowstring because my ***** resembles a ****. "What you want, *****? You wan **** this **** for real?" (For real?) He floatin. He floatin. He floatin the room, he ghosting.

Lick my lips, cept it's not a tongue. For this purpose it's strobe lights, in light show, and like snow, black and white between sheets of plastic TV screen on get settled into my flow, rip back and forth like prongs on a fork on your ******* blindfolded and scolded right angle, bent like an L-shape repenting for **** by taking the ******, flash cards, held up on headboards, trying to teach you metrics and standards lacking in you to tune you into the lifestream, no empathy and no tact to show, remember this hell well while you sail through life preying, I'm praying and making marks in meat coats. But he floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
Tempus Fugit:

Nought is eternal,
Nox is ephemeral,
And
The Charred Canvas
Of
The Night Sky
(Noctis Lucis Caelum,
Scala Ad Caelum)
Bedarkened & besmirched, bespeaks
A
Love-Worn Wayward, Wayworn.

In the
Citadel
Of mine
Temporal Heart
Time
Streams infinitely
As an
Exhalation of The Ethereal One.


The Chronology of
The Arbiter of Fates
Shalt Destine,
Herald Eternitas
Upon
The Phantasmagoric Horizon
Of
Mine Mind's Sky
Wondering
Upon
Days of Yore.

(The Hither,
The Thither,
And
The Morrow.)

These
Luminescent Children are
Are born
To wax Luminaries
Then,
Wax Nebulous
For all eternity.

O, Metempsychosis;
Born of
Edicts Unseen,
Of that
Which was,
Is,
&
Will Be.

(For
All things
Are
Circular & Cycling,
Existentially.)

We were conceived
Infinitely
To
Infinity
And beyond.

Let He, Let She
Whose
Ears & Eyes
Of
The Unuttered Anima
Be unstopped, unfurled
To resonations:

Deep within.
The Emerald Lifestream Anew
Dost begin.

The Sovereign of Songbirds sings
Esprit d' amour
To those who wait.

(Se' Lah.)
Cosmic Reverberations
from
The Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love,

The Communal Oneness
Tethering
The Denizens
Of
The Macrocosm

&

May You All
Effloresce
In the
Aeonic Light
of
The Empyrean One.

~Excelsior Forevermore~

-Sanders Maurice Foulke III-
I wasn't born and raised,
I was spawned from hate.
I spend all my days,
In this sick morbid state,
and my distorted brain just can't coordinate...

Cause I have recurring painful nightmares everytime I close my eyes,
In my own hellish inferno yet it feels cold as ice.
Cause of my broken mind,
and easily
I seem to be
Always alone inside...

Living with depression every step that I takes a battleground,
With the voices in my head always trying to talk me down.
and my mind seems mentally
Unhealthy
With the demons i got inside o' me,
I should go to church to get the excerising i need...

Just trying not to drown in the lifestream...

I spend every day,
feeling like a castaway.
Hoping I stay afloat in my very own brainwaves...

Now painstakingly,
I stay inbetween,
The sound barrier so you cant hear me scream,
and i don't need any one of you to intervene...

With the problems that I need to get my mind through,
Paranoia, self doubting,
People shouting,
"It's behind you"
Like its some sort of pantomime,
Lifes not a beach they're just the sands of time,
Trying to see the truth and yet i'm standing blind...

All i feel is pane but its the window that im searching for,
Though it'll shatter all the same, i'm just waiting for the curtain call...
Semi-draft. just want to see what people think for now.
Lyn-Purcell  Jun 2020
Lifestream
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
~
Sometimes, a family of water has a way of
being more potent than a family of blood

~
So much has happened since I left...
My best moments and my worst but the pen never strayed far from my hand. Though I wasnt here, I was always writing despite it all and now, my love for writing burns hot. No words express how much I missed you all. And I'm so grateful for all of you too, truly I am!
I hope all of you are safe and well at home.
I continue to hope and pray that we make it through this storm.
To my Kings and Queens, I salute and adore you.
I send joyous and humble tidings to you all.
I'm finally home again. <3
Much love,
Lyn ***
I remember you
Like the blooms of dawn remember
The color of the rising sun
A sacred waiting love
descending in rays
Eternal in passing time
Thaw dew crystals hardened in darkness
And through thundering skies
I feel your blessings
in drops of miracles, of life
And proof of the destruction  
Wrought by the deepest nurturing love.
I remember you in the hardest of times
Compassion softens devastating falls
Soothed, I swayed gently as you carried my burden
leaving the strength of the journey in my soul to wield
and sheltered beneath your hand
I remember you in happiness
My lifestream, my quickening heart.
The rose in my cheeks trying to match your dusk and dawn
But these chambers are small for the swelling of the soul
Tears are only excess love these shallow walls could not hold
As even the world and skies could not withhold the rain
And pour down love
In remembrance of your name.
#Godlove
Heather  Jan 2020
New Life Year
Heather Jan 2020
Starting this New Years
off with a poem
a flourish of my 'pen'
I have no idea if it will be my last
or a continuation
of a single lifestream
hoping all will go well – at least
better than it's been
lose a few pounds
so I'll be light on my feet,
get my mind straight,
strong and sweet
grounding my emotions
with a focus on the goal
do some meditation that
will make me whole
This Mother of Intentions
is not paved to hell
it's a promise I make to God
so in truth time will tell
Praying for world peace
sending charity to some poor
shaking my fist along
just social movements
helping lift burdens
adding my light to a great light
of angels chorus in heaven
hoping this chance, a beginning
will not be an end,
but a reason to renew again.
A New Year's resolution.

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