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Mark Wanless Feb 2021
poor me oh poor me
have everything i need
no excuses left
Shraddha Arora Feb 2021
I kept walking for forty years;
I had my joys and my tears.

I was a daughter, mother and wife;
I was told that this is life.

I have no regrets.
I have met my targets set.

Then why this question sounds New?
When she asked me “Who are you”?

I fumbled; I stumbled.
But the question is still unanswered.

I am sad, I am nervous;
I was walking with No Purpose.

Maybe it's ok to let it go;
No one else will ever know.

Or, maybe it’s time to walk again;
To finally find “Who I Am”.
This poem is a reality of those who keep living without a 'Purpose' only to realize later how difficult it is to define their 'Why'.
Devon Leonel Feb 2021
It’s been quiet for so long.
Who knows how much time has passed
Since the last strains of melody
Faded from hearing
Moving through a world full of light and life
But still
And so I have also moved through this world
In silence
Making no sound

I had almost forgotten the feeling
Pressure waves against the eardrums
The nervous energy of recognition
The joy of song, of sound
Until you
Resonant, radiant you
Brimming and bursting with song
Electric, alight, alive
And as your music falls on my ears
I rediscover my voice
How is it possible to be so attracted to the way someone strings words together?
Erik T Blaze Jan 2021
I am
Casting down imaginations
To the pulling down of., strong-holds
Gearing up for the., long term
But from the outside looking in?
May seem bold
or  quite
MAD*
( Well )
Just referring to the thoughts
that I have
that are really not that far- off
while dreaming of.,  REVELATION
No fabrication on my part
As I try to separate the Light
from the Dark
with high hopes and
Aspirations
Which is.. a sen-sational sensation of flying high
as I'm being
           vated
ele-
                  Elevelation
High on
Or something like a planned
Evo-lu-tion that is so
True
Staying true to my elevation in 2020
leading into 2020 one
Now seeing  Dou-ble
Vision
( Although )
Some might try to fix it?
Yeaah
But I would beg to differ
Cause it would take.. Twice.. the listen
Care to listen?
Just to see things
Different
And at the same time?
Shuning the carnal mind's version
of seeing  Dou-ble
Vision
May call it.. Twinning
Which is the true definition
of being  Dou-ble
Minded
So to combat this?
I would just never
Mind it ( meaning )
There's no rules or
bars of
Confinement
For no 20 or Eye is missing
from my
INTUITION
Raised suspicions?
Well., Just hoping that you will
tread.. carefully
And stay
Centered
As you enter my center of words
and.. penning
As I write the vision
I'll make it plain and simple
No Subliminals
Or either I'll keep it at minimal
While maintaining the
Visuals
As usual
As I keep on gaining in
WISDOM
Do not follow your heart follow God
MAD* ( CRAZY )
Glenn Currier Dec 2020
Here in the gray light of dawn
I see you, gentle and tender,
approaching us
and I am in wonder
thinking of my ignorant and obstinate species
and curious about why you keep coming back to us
you beautiful being
each morning and twilight.

My deep sleep dreams disturb
confuse and trouble my mind,
but awake here and now I find
the placid lake of your presence
and abide in your uncanny arrival.
I have been thinking about the recent alignment of Jupiter and Saturn in the twilight sky. This alignment  of the two planets and ours is called a conjunction. The last time humans saw such a close conjunction was 800 years ago. And the experience of this near approach reminds me of the awesomeness and force of the universe, yet it seems such a tender quiet moment like the arrival of dawn.
Derrick Jones Dec 2020
No longer beware
Be aware
Be here now
Be clear
How?
Attend
Tend
Cultivate
Meditate
Grow
Flow
Don’t know
Don’t no
Just go
With reality
Perfect clarity
Sweet sincerity
There is nothing to fear but...
There is nothing to fear
There is nothing to fear
So be here, now
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Remus Johnson Dec 2020
I wake up
correction, you wake me up
like an alarm clock you yank me out of a state of slumber
but unlike an alarm, I don’t mind the sudden intrusion
just this once, I won’t hit snooze
I open my eyes
it’s so bright
you are so bright
I’m tired but you keep me aware, awake
your existence is like a revelation
how can that be?
you are just an alarm
right?
but then again I have never met an alarm
or met someone like you
you feel warm
and safe

this is nice

and then I wake up
Psychosa Dec 2020
Lifting my head,
I look to those colors painting my reality.
They encapsulate me.

No longer am I          here,
I begin to fall
into the kaleidoscope.

Morphing into the plethora,
the substance of my being
d   i    s   s  i  p    a    t    e   s....

Nothingness becomes one
as everything
discon   nects.

Both in and out of my body,
the colors have taken ahold.
As they morph what's before me,
they paint pictures from within.

I'm taken out of my skin,
as I sink within.
Erik Luo Oct 2020
Sunflower bud
Dreaming asleep
Looking at you
To see all the things
That you loved
like the sun
And grew
to its
awakening
Mikaela Jade Oct 2020
And now,
I cry...

I cry,
not for all that teeters on the edge of my reality,
awaiting a sigh from the angels of the East...
But for the awakening,
the sweet rebirth,
they have already come to spark with it.

I cry,
saluting the darkness,
for its gift of preSense...
Oh, how I feel me in my dance!

I cry,
In gratitude for my sacred sisters,
gifting and guiding me,
with their instinctual song.

I cry,
because now I've had a taste,
of the release for which I have longed.

I cry,
for all of the moments that have lead me right Here,
in which I finally see...
My Self,
lifted through,
and embracing the mystery.

And oh, how I cry...
In honour and in awe,
in whole-hearted wishing and yearning for,
the blessing of divine and true reflection,
in the women before me,
the women along-side me,
and all the women to come...

I cry,
because I see you Mama...
And I am here with you.
I wrote this poem a while back when I was going through a very rough time ~ swimming through the eerily unknown, or more so the forgotten, spaces within my heart.
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