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M Vogel Dec 2020

Your *******, when love-based
within their beautiful forming,
and then  glorious unfolding
are Love and Light's  extracorporeal
pulsings;
focusing   l o v e t on e d
sonic shockwaves directly at the  machine's
extremely intricate innerworkings..


Having,  through years of horror-based
survival tactics; in desperation.. slowly learned;
now ingrained-- softening up the very
innerwall-linings of your very spirit
in such a way as to unknowingly
provide footing
for the machine's  deep embedment,
and then,  permeation  of all things
previously, you..
having now enwrapped itself into
your very sinews

holding your precious spirit   captive
from the the soar

These passionate, late night forays
outside the wire with you
are not exploitative, but instead
are love-driven  deeply focused,
fully intentioned pingings of Light's
Relational sound waves
aimed directly at the beautiful you
held so tightly, so covetously by the machine
as your wonderfully  nectar-filled body
responds late at night, aligning
to the me, you have come to know..
heightening your beautiful response
to the point of screaming,  passionate release--

your own, fully love based..

      extracorporeal..

unwelcoming,   of the machine.

an ode  to the healing light of relationship
Cait Nov 2020
“Show Time!” I hear as they start to get everything ready for the two-legged beings.

I want to hide, not to be seen. Though I know that’s impossible.

I am locked in a cage for everyone to see.

My black fur and spots.

My brilliant golden eyes.

My long whiskers.

My paws and my claws.

All on display.

I start to hear the pitter-patter of footsteps walking towards me.

I stay close to the back wall hoping to blend in with the dark surroundings of my own personal prison.

If I hide my face, they won’t be able to tell where I am.

I hear them hitting the metal bars with sticks.

My ears flatten against my head.

Let me go please, leave me alone.

I don’t want to be seen.

Suddenly I hear it, one of them screams “I found it!”

My black fur raises on my back, sending chills down my spine.

They found me, why can’t they see that I don’t want to be found.

“Look at his spots!”

“Look at his fur!”

Why can’t they stop screaming?

I start to pace, I want it to stop, please stop.

I want to go home; I want to be free.

Why can’t you see what you’re doing to me?
This poem like most was something I wrote for a school assignment/writing prompt focused on a specific animal and emotion. Can you guess it?
C Jul 2020
I want to be outside in that sky

Summertime, so free, so high

Four walls are my captivity

This roof overhead contains me

I have so much to release, to give,
To share, to sing, to dance, to live!

So let me outside in that sky

Summertime, so free, so high
I have since escaped and am living in that sky
Faizel Farzee May 2020
The corner stone of the human race suppose to be morality, right?
Then why so much hate?
Which leads my thoughts to this chaotic mind space,
It poses me a question..If you may?
Is man good? or is man evil?
Which sparks this debate....

Man is wholeheatedly evil, lets start with Slavery,Racism,Guns, ****** and nuclear attacks, unwarranted tax, wiping out nations, then skewing historical facts.
Glossing over financial enslavement by glittering cracks.
Like take this virus situation, this whole view seems parallax.

Man is good, same as there was slavery there was slavery's end
Japan in essence has thrived since then
mistakes were made but we learned from it in the end.
you cant generalise, not all man is evil
same not as all man is good.
Somethings are not evil, just mistundestood
Show some compassion and the result with surprise you in more likelihood.

This is my point, there is always two side's to a coin
man were born as blank slate
unfortunately we all know how cruel is fate
some get born into safety others into heartache
with a loveless safety net.
i wish i could share my love with all of them...
in the end what control's good or or evil is the individual minds state
weather it's been exposed to love
more than septic hate.
terror breeds terror
same as love breeds love
this misconseption is a common mistake.
Its how fragile the mind is ....
the loss off hope....
this i believe is were evil lurks
Hungrily consuming our souls.
It's an individual mindet,
consequence is irrelevent
we all capable of being both
its on which ultimately your energy is spent.

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Parallax - the effect whereby the position or direction of an object appears to differ when viewed from different positions.
Faizel Farzee Apr 2020
Insanity calling out to me seductively.
My whispered name floating on winds scented breath.
Peering out my window, though the silence is deafening, I can hear the screaming sound of silent death.

I can hear its unrest
If I listen even closer
I can hear it confess
It says that it's sorry, it knows it's a pest
However, this is it's nature
Like humans capturing beauty in cages, our nature's coded in the oppressed.

It's just doing what it's design to do
That is to destroy,
Or to survive
There's always two sides to a coin.
I personally think we to blame
This is what our destruction caused
This Earth is in pain.
I think it's defending itself
Yeah, maybe, I know
This sounds insane

Then I ask...

Would you not defend yourself
If you continually being flayed
The essence that is you
Gets repeatedly drained
Even the deepest of ocean is not safe
We are the human race, we infest every space
In our accomplishments
Beauty gets destroyed, captured in paintings
Get locked in a safe.

What I'm trying to convey
This virus is only giving in to it's nature
Same as the human race
It seems it's out to destroy
Until one day,
The earth will truly be grasping at it's last breath
Intoxicating air, the air not breathable, unfresh
Of feeling it's devoid.
With it's very last hope, the human race and it's virus, deaths will be deployed.
Thoughts in isolation
It keeps the time running
Hopefully the virus end is coming
So back into the darkness we plummet
And become the corporations
Puppets
We live to exist.
Just hope there's a second coming.
Orchid T Aspen Dec 2019
roses' petals kept him,
                twirled him inside white throws,
         blanketed him in relief
and then sealed him up.
they painted him in pollen,
they walked him with stamens,
and he never looked up, either,
because his roses filled him.
they throbbed thorns beneath him
      that never struck him,
          and he never snuck down, either,
              because he had roses to swaddle him.
                     his roses kept him.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^'
The Dybbuk Oct 2019
Pavlov got something wrong,
because classical conditioning,
is for the classically trained.
I, meanwhile, live halfway between the operant
and the mountain,
and an iron cast bell.
What he didn't realize is that the dogs
cared more to sink their teeth,
into old Ivan
and buy their freedom for a day.
Radhika Lusted Sep 2019
Persuaded in masses
To control the population
We’re all a predicament
Of the same situation

Born into captivity
To think that we’re free
Living through eyes
That are too blind to see
Another poem about the blind
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