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for years I searched for new paths
  as if the only thing that really mattered
    was to get elsewhere as soon as possible

this shoreless thirst connects
    my little matter
                           with my oceans of dream

           everything breathes solvability

     and my mind creeps up
      only those walls that
          I cannot handle
      and lurks like an owl
       through your woods

over here you don't drink coffee
without some liquor

the temple was built
for naked dancers

and this love is my resource

my resource for some divinity
Apachi Ram Fatal Jun 2016
Electromagnetic field of Sensation propel my charged particles accumulation into Emotional system Frustrations. Declaration at Sub Zero vibration. Igniting immediate internal stimulation. Enclosed Body temple visitation. Divided People I am salvation. Hear my confession of love amalgamation.
Divine Words in Sane Sand
PFL Jun 2016
Do what you say,
Say what you mean.
Ambiguity our soul’s divinity,
Attends to the in betweens.
Looking as to see,
Where each day’s sincerity,
Accumulates within you.
Everything exist in nothing,
No thought is complete.
To find what you seek,
Lose the notion to search.
Nothing we do,
Can out-way acts of compassion.
Empathy, is to be one of humanity,
If we are to be one,
We need to cease
Speaking of two.

                  PFL
Moonbeam May 2016
Magic is real
But only if you feel
The divine energy
That connects you and me
Come and see
Sit beneath the magic tree
I'll teach you what you need to know
What you reap is what you sow
What you put out there is what you get back
So put out something beautiful, not something wack
What you say creates your day
What you feel makes a deal
With your eyes and what you see
Know your triggers and you'll be free
From things you've been taught, that aren't really you
Meditate deeply so you know what's true
We control our reality and this whole world
With our attitudes, our traumas, and all that swirled
Into a torus that ***** in and pushes out
Do you know what I'm saying, do you know what I'm talking about?
Look into quantum physics and free energy
Once you know that you'll know the right way to be
jane taylor May 2016
running by your side
divinity colliding
sparks my soul anew

©2016janetaylor
Katie Apr 2016
something fit.  something aligned under the breastbone
ribs pattered out and gave space for breath
that didn't taste of anything.  

something clicked.  tortured poet keeping a journal
walks the south route instead
and sees the spiritual spin on life through the stained glass windows
of a shack church in need of extensive renovation.
she is inspired and her need bottoms out for the day--

praise is good.
good.
great.    
don't bother me when i'm sharpening my pencils.
i'm preparing for divine intervention
and the clarity i know i'm owed

something hit. my words, hey, i'm black and blue
and they? they're cut through and through
with flecks of tracts lent from life and beyond.
hmmm ok brain...
Charging through
the open mind
where we find
the clos-ed heart
touching fragments
is where we start.

Answers lost in open books.
Lovers lost.
Are they crooks?

Chasing passions
though the air
from the ground
they've sprouted bare.
We paint them with our tongues alive
and wonder why they quietly thrive.
When we lose them,
we go numb
found not even
by opposable thumb.

Changing clothes:
easy enough.
When "we" claim change
they call our bluff.
To change we must not be the same.
Not impossible
if we act right to blame.
Responsibility must be the wires,
that guide us though,
what negatively transpires.

These fragments
and many more.
Blows to come there are in store,
but swept are shards
of broken life
a better person to become
forgiven strife.

Cast away into higher hands,
thrown away the world's demands.
It's true what they say,
you sow what you reap,
but in this story,
there's blissful sleep.
I should try to write poems here more often again.
I think I have too much fun with twitter poetry.

Speaking of, if you like micro-poetry and prompts
find me @jewelverse
I post every Monday.
There are lots of prompt accounts there.
I post to all the ones I like.
These ones:
@fieryverse @madqueenstorm @_sense_wrds
they're great :)
Testor Mar 2016
Paint your morning blossom cheeks
A darker shade than the night.
Poke holes in your funeral clothes, darling;
Let the angels and their hallowed ****** light
Leak from your pores like ichor.
Heaven's colors never quite reach far down enough
To make a drunken god's eyes see
In more than black and white.

And we the primordials will be pagan still
As we fix the mistakes of youth divine
That fool was too busy splicing himself threefold
To see humanity fall apart
Under the rotting crosses they erected for his sake.
Torrents of vapor ridden wind, snatched at her hair.

Below, rattled the rapid, riotous and vast, rippling sea.

Churning, like a chewing, charming serpent's lair.

Once long ago I knew her; with time she left me be.


On the edge she was, with will to leap t'wards the horizons.

The brittle cliff would not give way, for even it was curious.

Dare say all of nature reacted for the most prurient reasons.

Even the sky descended to watch, with a lightning so furious.


She beheld no fear and the sky wept with thunderous applause.

Her bare marble-like features glistened in the gleaning of the gloom.

Why she stood there, triumphantly, tempting, terror, for what cause?

It will never be known, for she never was, in a time before this doom.


The earth shook like the hands of a beleaguered, berated old man.

It erected monoliths. Volcanoes, pluming molten magma skyward.

The red glow brought heat; earth thought to please her, or so was its plan.

The elements wrestled for the better view of that beauty stalwart.


Never had a sight been so majestically violent, so mightily tame.

Where she stood, should and would forever more be a sacred place.

The tempest of the elements raged on, though none would win the game.

A silence, softly, settled the rambunctiousness, and halted their race.


The skies parted with a sad and lowly somberness.

Every elated, embittered, element safely put to rest.

As the sun swept aside all their postulated, pettiness.

Rays of the sun showered her with bright white zest.


The lady, she moved with unfathomable grace.

She tilted her perfect head up to the skies.

With the slightest of a smile shook her face.

Like all before, she left them there surprised... and forever, there she stood.
I wrote this poem back in 2011.

Cooked by the fires resulting from the friction-full schism of a summer romance, the flames of which still linger to this day, I hold this poem dear to my heart, because I would not let those passions abate unless they are proved irrelevant.

And so, on this day that I will consider the anniversary of this poem, I bid you safe travels upon whichever lover's road you roam, hoping that you find love-everlasting wherever your brighter tomorrow awaits.
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