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Ces Sep 2020
An ethereal and spiritual atmosphere
A presence that cannot be seen
but felt by a heart full of yearning
Music devoid of rhythm and consonance
That seeps into the deepest crevices
of a mind that longs for the infinite
Such an enchanting melody that permeates
the room. A dreamworld opened up
by nothing but the artful arrangement
of sound.
Haley Protega Aug 2020
A full Moon on the horizon of a powder-blue sky

The gentle breeze of Dawn passes me by,

caressing my cheeks like a lost lover,

soft as the clouds which in the distance hover.

I turn around, my back to the Moon:

the melody of daybreak begins its silent tune.

The first gossamer threads of Dawn's embrace,

cobwebs of brightness, Light made of lace.

A lonely bird towards the Moon flies,

hoping in vain to stop its goodbyes;

and my romantic soul melancholically sighs,

attempting to imprint the image in my eyes.

As the sunrise ripens, a celestial fruit,

it robs the lunar ambience, grabbing its loot.

And it basks in the riches that it slowly steals,

in brilliant ombre shades, as the Moon - defeated - reels.

The night's companion quietly fades,

ethereal pallor on now greyish shades;

no more powder-blue, grey turns to white -

it's the bed of clouds, prepared for the nightlight.

You've done your job, illuminating the way,

to travellers and dreamers, lest they go astray;

Rest for a while, take a little break,

until Sun retreats - then you can awake'.

The Poets' Lamp, nocturnal glow,

you'll shine again, with stars in tow.
Orakhal Aug 2020
The energy push against unwanted things
Is the same energy creating unwanted things
J J Jul 2020
Fortonuate palms skim the dogeared surface
Of the snakes and ladders without clear direction--

Hot tea and foggy glasses. Familiar lips
That look as young as ever when they smile.

Sun melting in the clouds like mollases
While the breeze lifts and plays with

Our clothes.

Hollow words served as concierge
For this used up body-- orbs and a silhouette,

That's all you get as it's all I was perceived as

And all I've left to give.

But here I don't have any will to offer.

I've gave you everything and how peaceful

It is to be contempt replaying another day.
Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity
to immerse yourself into a precious moment.
It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic
to experience composure, equanimity.
Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause,
low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate
trending previous troublesome thoughts,
silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses,
to softly embrace your audible senses
with silence which conveys complete assurance,
that the here and now is yours, no-one elses,
ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self,
It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption
embraces the heart, and encourages serenity,
all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection
are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness,
you are experiencing them leave, then transcended
with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence.
You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic,
the mind is calm and clear no longer confused.
Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric
momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul.
Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and
wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted.
There is no expectation of time, not at all
just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity.
You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted.
You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought,
this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly,
relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored.

Then you turn the telly on!     All gone.

Michael C Crowder        March 5th 2019
the power of clearing one's mind, so reality erases the experiences
Victoria Myron Sep 2018
Gold, gold, gold-we are enchanted
cold cold cold - ... almost immovable

shiksa sings songs, sings songs softly,
how the willow rustled and the petrel screamed


Золотом, золотом, золотом объяты неудержимым
холодом холодом холодом- видишь почти недвижимы

шикса поёт песни- тихо поёт песни
как шелестела ива и клекотал буревестник

Vyiirt'aan Dec 2017
I faced the bunnies of the apocalypse.

Their glare - ever so piercing,

In purity, ceasing discontinuity,
the emotions so effervescent
Borderline present
in despair, the infernal chase

In a hellbent daze I secluded myself
From the vertigo of suicide, I was in a dazzle
The warmth of despair enveloping me
In golden hue.

                   ­                          near

The effulgence of the universe darkened
my eyes.

The spinning epitome, ever so frightening
Enlightening, it drew

The ambient visions speak       -       the devil sleeps
I stood amongst the burnt umber
in my heart.

The putrid dirt stains, the chocolate emulsion
Gagging me in repulsion, in absurdity of thee
The abominations dominate all

of my intention.

ambient bunny chocolate dazzle effulgent frightening spinning suicide universe vertigo
A girl like you

A woman for me

A woman like you

Someone who knows she is

A woman like you

And I wonder how


You could be here.

Now now now

It's really you

And her here here

It's never you

When you know im looking for something real

It's her I'm looking at. Finding imprints of loving acts in infinitesimal moments
I melt into you like I can't describe how


Who you are to me.



Her presence moves.

She moved

Moves. Me.

I write some small sentence to try and rally the passion inspired by her

But I can't find

Lose sight

No more…

I can't forget you and move on

What do you do in all I am

Just the two of us

And I bleed why I can't let you go

Because I'm here for you, baby


Let me unfurl ..

I'm always here right next to you
Forever wherever we go
Xan Abyss Aug 2016
Oceania calls to me, luring me out to sea
Calling me out to see how beautiful she
Can be in the light of the moon and the breeze
(I believe) She'll show me the way
(I believe) She'll lead me astray
(She'll take me) Out to the bay
(On my way) To Pagana LeVay

The rocks and oaks and willow trees
Somehow seem to summon me
Carry me out on the breeze
To the pond where she was mine, all mine
Upon a faded memory
The wind is my guide
As I wander outside
My heart skips a beat, but I stay
On my way to Pagana LeVay

The stars, they shine so bright tonight
The moon basking us in the love of her light
And all the signs designed
to direct my peace of mind
Are pointing with her smile
Toward the sky

Okay, okay
My love set me free
This fall to my death is my destiny
At long last, I see
You've been waiting for me
At the edge of the earth and the sea...

It's okay, it's okay
My angel is here now to take me away
My body is lost to the waves
But my soul in the wind and the rain
Calls to Pagana LeVay
Psychedelic ghost poem.
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I like the style in you,
In your yellow dress to impress,
The snow couldn't freeze your heart
In the dusk of the final hours it missed,
Reality hits you hard sometimes,
With a speckle of a near reaction,
Such a pretty mouth when we kiss,
We reach the stars in the daylight,
I want to make this special tonight,
Skipping stones by the lake with your yellow dress flowing,
Hearts so pure as this can not break,
Not even when it's snowing,
Lets go to our place and
Get away from
The human race,
Share similar shade,
Not on your case,
Love when you make that face,
That smile that grace in your walk,
The way you step , the way you dance,
Its incredible.
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