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Star BG Nov 2017
In this great cosmic play,
I shall be the actress.
The one who saves the self.
I shall move in grand attire,
gracefully dancing
through rain and sun.

In this great cosmic play,
the orchestra with commence,
with birds flying in voice.
With breath that bonds with wind.
With leader who holds baton pen.

I am the leader. I bow, as guides applaud.
inspired by Kim Johanna Baker
Andreas Simic Oct 2017
Who Am I…©

Am I a biological cocktail
Of atoms and genes

A being of enlightenment
From another cosmos

A melding of time and experiences
Twisted into a known identity

A confluence of memories
That will one day fade into thin air

A figment of my imagination
Or yours

A spiritual being going through a human existence
“We are human beings, not human doings.

Every once in a while we need to stop and smell the roses,
Hear what is really being said, taste the essence of life,
Touch someone’s heart and see life for what it truly is,
A journey with rest areas.”

Andreas Simic©
Corey Parsons Oct 2017
Once again, a first.
A kiss with feeling above whim,
A portent of time and love,
Warm and honest with infiniteness.
She let a smile before her breath,
And handling herself
With utmost confidence,
Closed her eyes to prove
The utter ease of the cosmos!
Her hand in my hair, she breathed:
“You've made my life much more complicated.”
For Alex,
Our First Kiss
Sandoval Oct 2017
She was the

type of girl

who breathed in stars, and

spit out

constellations.


*Sandoval
Star BG Oct 2017
Cosmic lovers they are,
spinning inside their own vibration.
Holding energies for one another
as stars surround with grace.

Cosmic lovers they are
meshing in a realm where time
ceases and temperatures rise.

They maneuver in each others
invisible fields observing,
expanding inside light,
inside love

They are cosmic lovers
destined to be meeting
in their own worlds
a place where planets rise
to celebrate in galaxies whisper
behind moon
as they echo out to the universe.

The universe
inside of divine orchestration.
as both are Gods children
distended to carry on
as comets come to sight.

They are Venus and Mars
cosmic lovers for all time.
marta effe Sep 2017
On the white stripes of concrete
In hackney
Wet spring petals
Like a pink
and white cosmos
Mitch Prax Sep 2017
I didn’t believe in fate
Until the universe
Threw me into
Your arms
I didn’t believe in souls
Until our souls
Became one
and the same
No, I didn’t believe in angels
not until I saw you smile;
a heavenly aura
Of beauty
And light
I wish to fire
All planets I can reach,
Do even stars can tell what happens,
When universe is glitched?

Is matter fading?
Like me - fade in the dusts,
Seems like I've lost my spotless mind
In self-destruction rust.

My eyes are staring,
The silver rain shall pass,
The darker skies will open all its beauty -
This vision shall be last.

World is on fire -
I'm watching oceans burn,
The darker skies once radiant,
Mountains collapsed in storm.

And now I'm dying -
My scared mind's only thought,
But when I'm staring up at heavens,
I see - the thuth is far beyond.

Beyond bright starlight,
And cosmic coldest lights away,
If i could look behind the blinding suns,
I'd clearly see its cruel sway.

(inspired by OTWATM and Midnight Odyssey)
James Court Sep 2017
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
blinking from who-knows-how-far,
holding captive all our eyes,
muse for all our lullabies.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how I wonder what you are.

Twinkle, twinkle, Milky Way,
cosmic star of cabaret,
filling up our eyes at night,
making moonlight shadows bright.
Twinkle, twinkle, Milky Way -
what a vision you display.

Twinkle, twinkle, galaxy,
often do I think of thee,
hurtling through time and space,
pirouetting in your place.
Twinkle, twinkle, galaxy -
Teach us all to be as free.
Niklaus Sep 2017
The sheets blew by the wind
Covered the skies with a
pitch black like colour; and
The eyes of a woman flutter
open; emitting the greatest
Light mankind had ever seen,
She was little and a bit distant

And Most of them never payed
any attention to the existence
of her beauty; until a curious
Man lifted his sight, looking at
twinkling bodies and settling
His sight to the little celestial
Object lying quietly against the
Darkening cloth of the night;
None of his words could ever
Reach her ears neither of hers,
His hands failed to touch her,
Distance was the enemy and
also how they were created.

The man was blinded by the
kind of spectrum as she tries to
Send words of her adoration
To a mere mortal longing for
The love she could never return
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