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B Dec 2020
Offspring! to all of creation.
A child! of your own constellation.
In the universe's own desperation,
to define a single location!
Along the dismount of concentration.
The ever growing degradation.
Bound only by your imagination.
So stand up!
And be, it’s salvation.
B Dec 2020
Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence arrives,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.
Time is relative even for the stars
Mitch Prax Dec 2020
She had two lovers-
the sun and the moon who fought
so hard for her heart

5:36 PM
14/12/20
B Dec 2020
Adrift asleep,
Among the stars,
Existence pops in,
As it discards,
Flickers of light,
Rush right past,
The cosmic giant,
Slumbers so fast.
Time is relative, even for the stars.
Thomas Goss Dec 2020
This luscious lily is a star gazer,
flush with the fever dreams of forever love,
intent on building our wildflower throne ever higher.  

Bare skin,
thumping heart,
a flourishing hearth of smiles
overwhelming the candle lit darkness.

We are galaxies triumphantly colliding
somewhere in the blissful matrix
of vast and unhindered interstellar spaces.

Pressing my lips to your face,
I know there is nothing worth more
than each swaying tender moment
where I am graciously reflected
in the elevated geometry of your fierce,
hypnotic eyes.
SONG VERSION: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08OOSCFWWMU
Mitch Prax Dec 2020
If you
ask the stars,
they will tell you
that I won't shut up.
Indeed,
I wish upon them
every night,
wishing for you.
Samara Nov 2020
it's a cosmic correction
     to live a little slower-
        be a little closer,
           live where you are,
              take care of your home-
                  and your home's home.

      To look into each others' eyes-
         no need to fake a smile
           can't see it anyway.
              You can't mask the tears
                      or the smize

           what if it's a hyper alteration
                       to change course
                                 ...
Reminder to heed the lessons of 2020 and Covid-19.
Traveler Nov 2020
Moving faster
Than perpetual motion
My awareness  jetlagged  
By cosmic gamma waves
Impure tainted toxic
Environments
A spirrowling array
Of wayward souls
Vibrating really low
Unfortunately

My witness
A sporadic blackhole
Blinking in and out of existence
My spirit a fragmented broken sky
A partial day and a long night


For tonight
I'll drink a beer
And live the lie
That this dream of life
Shall never die

+ t +
              Traveler
Traveler Tim
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2020
When someone tells
"You are my moon"
That's deep

They want to
Keep you
In their sky
Realize that

Isn't it exquisite?
What the Moon
Stands for
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Cosmic admire
Author's query: But what if, he/she is the Sun with her own light?
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