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Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Imagine for a while
Who you could be

Spirituality is
A comfort zone
Resonating sympathy
Breathe in peace
Does it hurt?

No hypocrisy
Genre: Observational
Theme: Way of life
Star BG Nov 2018
Mirrors we are.
Mirrors we be.
Carrying grand divinity.

With light we create,
feeling that grow.
Drifting in peace.
In life we sow.

Seeds of a smile.
Seeds of real love.
Bowing I will
to fly like dove.

Now I will end,
my saga poem.
May you feel peaceful
where you roam.
Dedicated to Onoma who inspired this poem
Mr Uncanny Nov 2018
I kneel before her in respect
I gaze upon her in love
Observe the radiance of her skin
For she is the Goddess

Her movements of beauty and mysticism
The purity of her soul
The curls of her hair
The light shining from her eyes

She truly is the Goddess
For her beauty is not just on the surface
For it runs deep from within
The splendor of fire and divinity

As the Goddess she brings hope
As the Goddess she brings love
For she is my everything
And I will give my all
Breon Nov 2018
Splayed out atop the the table, stupefied,
Etherized, dreaming anything but excision,
Witness the specimen's unnatural habitat.
Life stains the whole of its existence -
See the sacrament of its entirety, its divinity,
Its flesh made manifest and merely flesh.
It mocks this menagerie with every breath
And, aping its peers, struggles, strives, dies
For the pittance this world lends it.
Confronted with the end, it spits derision.
Confronted with the start, it cries in awe!
What a nonsense of a creature we see here,
This enigma we recognize in ourselves:
The human, being.
If life is nothing but what we make of it, maybe we'll make something interesting for the next thing in like.
StarBloom Nov 2018
Embodiment.
Its language. Listen.
It’s the dance of our devotion.
Open your emotion.
To honour this temple that houses the spirit of all madness,
wild women, roaring chaos.
As the feminine I release all guilt and shame...
Owning my sexuality. Owning my truth.
And taking back, the body as Mine.

I’m not here to be a pleaser in anyway, how utterly boring.
I take back my power, and I don’t only stand in my power,
but I Stomp the streets of chaos in defeat.. empowered..
i Soar the skies of the infinite eyes... empowered.

By the knowingness that I am free, in my body.

I will not allow, the media, the conditionings that are so stuck in their solidity, without any motion, their consciousness is stagnant and I say **** THAT.

Bring the sacred waters back,
and let the blood of bones wash over you..
as you remember the ancient essence of what is it to be Primitive,
free in the Body.

I’ll dance for you, Naked darling.
I hope you turn the lights on, and see yourself.
In remembrance.  Visible.
Free in the Body.

I hope you Rip off the layers when you get angry or sad,
and let the healing of your body, make you deliciously Mad.
Scream, and remember it’s all a dream.

The sizzling fire within you is the source of illuminating,
this essence so bright will **** all your frights.
Simply burning the layers of illusions,
So you may meet yourself as the fractal of fusions

Take it all off,
And see what you are made of.
Sindi Kafazi Oct 2018
I saw two faces in the moon tonight

A lady smiling at me, with delight

I saw the face of a whimsical man,
It looked like it’d been carved out wood
With brows so arched he’d be holding his belly from laughter
if he could

I saw two faces in the moon tonight
I looked in the mirror and asked myself
“Are you alright?”
I felt a warmth, from head to toe
My heart the most
The moon hanging low

I left my bedroom window, curtains open wide

I went to the beach to see
Her bright
So low
in the faraway sky
Turned the littered sand
a smooth hue of white

The timid ocean beside the sand of sparkling silver
The presence of the moon in the harvest sky
Caused my spine to shiver

I  muttered all my wishes with a sigh
My eyes must have sparkled glitter

With the moon watching over me,
I was understood, protected, loved
The moon was low among the sky
And I was on an elevator towards heaven
Moonshine high
Udit Vashishth Oct 2018
Staring at your divine face,
Looking at those shy eyes which
couldn't even behold towards
me in my presence,
I have promised myself already
that I'm not gonna defile the
empyrean aura of yours.
So, forget about perceiving any touch.

I am so enthralled by this aura that,
to me, you look no less than a
pristine soul, a deity which shouldn't
be touched but should be worshipped.
Words should be expressive.. They'll automatically become impressive...
Sindi Kafazi Oct 2018
They say past lives don’t exist
They aren’t real
We just need to hear about ourselves
It’s how we cope, just how we deal

We only exist until we don’t
DNA is why we’re “unique”
Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek
We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek

Yet we hear great songs with our hearts
Before our ears
And every time a baby is born
Or a person dies
We shed tears

The clock never stops
even after years
Nostalgia creeps in
worse than our fears

You don’t stop getting deja vu
No matter how many nights we see the moon
It still has power in engulfing you
So plump, so bright
A big flashlight for the dark of night
The light at the end of the tunnel
A reminder of the suns return
A reason to look into the sky
A lighthouse for the nocturnal voyages

They say dreams are fragments of memory
But my dreams have shared destiny
And my friends have found rest in me
Through the idea of divinity
I’ve found the best in me

In every empty room
The wails and moans of a ghost can be heard
The remnants of yourself
Or another
Will always hurt
Until the next rebirth
Mystic Ink Plus Oct 2018
Look at that queue

That is the queue
To empower the soul
With a faith in life

Never heard it before
Then,
Why I’m here?
Genre: Spiritual
Theme:Blessing Seeds
Derron Schronce Aug 2018
We
If only I could make you see
that you and me are really “we”
and together we are “them” and “those”
not separate from the love that grows
inside the one, the us, the all
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