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George Krokos Dec 2016
There's a certain joy in the ability to move
this is reflected when we get in the groove.
Take for an example the urge to dance to a beat
using the whole body while upright on our feet.

It would be very depressing if one couldn't move
and this wouldn't be hard at all for one to prove;
as we get so many things done with this ability
that not having it would be known as a futility.

All creatures in the world exhibit some movement
for them to be alive regardless of their predicament;
whether they swim, fly, crawl, walk or even run
depending on their situation this has to be done.

Even the simple act of breathing is a major event
involving the passage of air in and out to prevent
a gradual slow asphyxiation that results in death
for any creature when they happen to lose breath.

The intake of food whether it be solid, liquid or gas
is another way movement takes place in a body mass
so that it can be converted into energy to facilitate
its movement or survival in life regardless of state.

Casual observation reveals that wherever things are
in this universe and no matter if either close or far,
they're always in some constant state of movement
underlying their individual existence and placement.

The joy of movement is in experiencing one's freedom
that which culminates in self realisation and wisdom.
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For in joy we are born and for joy we all live
it would be very hard for anyone not to give
of themselves in some form, manner or other
regardless of who or what they're to another.
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Written in 2016.
Dana Skorvankova Sep 2016
Look for the reason
Not in the child born this mad,
This very existence
Is the best I've ever had
And somewhere there
All of my past I-s live on
They keep on giving substance
To what I was once made from
I've always tended to picture them
Feeding the loyalty to which I clung
Expressing the native creatures
Which I longed to appear among.
Mark Donnelly Jul 2016
Home is where the heart is,
surely this is true,
so look around in crevice and corner,
and so you shall see hearts aglow,
the hearts of beings small and precious,
cower away from the cold in the warmth,
from spider to roach to name a couple,
your house a refuge away from the biting cold,
not just for you but for many,
like refugee's they come,
so give them a home for a while,
'till the day the warm sun glows.
When I listen at night i can hear the many creatures running around the roof and walls. While this might sound bad, I think it is nice to know that i give them a warm home.
noor ande Jul 2016
Beloved wanderer,
What are you running after?
your external commitment to reach crassness is taller than a benevolent Tikbalang
you are quicker than its long legs to lead a soul astray
But my beloved,
where is your soul?
your Passion is non-existent
like an ondine, all you seek is an immortal soul to waste
on your blinded fate
on the woes you continue to create
and your petty blown up mates
a thick, bold flesh they’ll never extricate
surrounding the empty stems from which they originate
My beloved,
your eyeballs were so viciously extracted and replaced
with poisonous bile
your hellhound eyes are so vile
if one stares at them twice
they’ll be seized, and they’ll be sacrificed
and their souls disintegrate
their roots begin to decay
they merge with your spirits
and they aimlessly gyrate
around in circles,
my beloved, you **** the souls
dumping their bodies in holes
indulgent in mutilating the skin around your heart
vandalising your worth and claiming it's art
but my beloved wanderer
where is your drive?
where is your start?
1:27 in the morning
Trying to sleep but I'm scared out of my mind
The creatures around me won't stop morning
My bedside is where they've been assigned
Teasing me and tricking me
In their sick twisted game
Everything's okay, they guarantee
Except when I go crazy, I get the blame
Ovi-Odiete Jul 2016
There are some creatures that hide at night
they are under the sea, they stay within
they know your name
they are beautiful, they are immense
they subserve, they jump above walls
they do swim, throughout the sea depths
but they are not friendly
they are man's bestfriends
they are also his killers

Some creatures stay within the sea beneath the sea at night, but walk seductively at day to capture men, Man will pay the price for his lustful thoughts.
Originally written 2015......
Astral May 2016
The moon leaves shadows, that watch from afar

They sit in the edges of the woods

Watching me closely, their intent unsure
A poem written with the concept of creatures that watch in the light of the moon
Proxii May 2016
I thought of you as I was staring up at the Moon.
I think of you and it sometimes catches me by surprise.
To dream that we could lay, Intertwined under the Stars.
We could lay until the Night gives way to the Day.
You and I are such similar Creatures, and I don’t know if you realize that,
No matter how far we get from one another,
I will always look to the Moon knowing that you to may be seeing the Same sight, and then any distance does not seem so far.
Oscar Mann Apr 2016
I’m right in between
The man with the horse’s head
And the horse with the elephant’s skin
As kaleidoscope-eyed insects are crawling all around me

In the distance I see green valleys
A paradise regained
Where beauty is not only in the eye of the beholder
But there for all to see

But I’m stuck here in the inferno
Where ghouls are the least of my problems
My attention grabbed by the walking set of teeth
And the fire-breathing bird-like herd.

For in here the owls are not what they seem
And creatures near me are eerily freakish
While my eyes are set on the lush lands ahead
I’m stuck in the middle of the gruesome and the dead
Tribute to  Hieronymus Bosch
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
The stars are falling from the sky
The moon no longer wains on high
It's grown dark and cold
For the sun has been sold
Darkness reigns
The demons run free, they're the few that remain
Human life is over
The Jinn dance on the clover
The lion will eat the lamb
The light no longer stands
The cloven hoofed one rules this world
The one with the horns that curled
The Banshee no longer screams
Everyones all ready dead it seems
The shadow men walk to and fro
With no particular place to go
Only the creatures of the night thrive
Eating off of the dead one's hide
Vampires slowly die
With no human blood supply
So demons, ghost and Jinn
Is all the company the cloved one has with him
What a sad creature he has grown to be
How he begs for the light to see
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