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Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020
Waterworks are failing

Nile faucet tears

***** powder salt

Plague blood wine

Fermented analgesic sea

Swallow Ebers papyrus

Swallow ******'s scroll

Raze the periscope, this is no crusade

Born blind under duress

They sink mid-thigh in pools of acronym

Copper pennies at their toes

Can't wish for things they haven't been
taught to believe

Steal them instead

They'll get a parade for far less

But then again the winds might turn

The sea might divide master and slave

And there they shall be peeing their pants

"In caelum fero--we make our mark"

You picked a bad day to fight, Egyptian
The Dybbuk Jan 2020
The warping of the walls,
fills my troubled mind with dread,
For in the neon of the night,
is the fear of being dead.
The shaking of the floors,
burns my mind beneath the sun,
And the gunshot lodged inside me,
was the race's starting gun.
Now the air is caving in,
and reality's a lie,
So I jump off this mortal plane,
and sink deep into the sky.
Suddenly, in darkness,
I lose all sense of control
And in the place where I should be,
is a tattered rainbow hole.
This poem was written after my first ego death experience.
Kyle McClure Jan 2020
screen shocker,

clean talker,

no mean stalker,

fleece offered,

a peace offer,

so soft,

Unbothered,


chief taught her,

don't trust a falsified fabric,

that's when they stormed the gate,

swarms of locusts filled with hate,

it was too late,


blood painted the palace,

blood stain don't come out of,

carpets and drapes,

hate don't discriminate,

shows up in fleece falsified fabrics,

***** for the addicts,

*** for the nymphos,

message in a bottle,

floats swiftly across the ocean,

want and need,

words for devotion.


materially I see,

past the oak trees,

past you and me,

to a comfy new couch,


laying flat on my tummy,

stab the knife in my back,

my eyes were closed,

showered in roses,

blood red,

swells,

I'm dead.
Sorry for this one. It's dark but sometimes I like the dark best.
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
Are you,
Your own greatest enemy?
Or, is there other?
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Genre: Abstract
Theme: Find a way
Note: If we had gone through more chapters on moral science, today this world would have been different.
Hessel Jan 2020
Ego
A stained-white pearl
Shines sky-blue light
As dark-red mist
Its beauty hides

Howling winds clears way for my gaze
Seeing I to I
My meditation experience
Mark Toney Jan 2020
swift bird of prey soars
moment of truth elusive—
true nature concealed




© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
1/18/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku - © 2020 Mark Toney | All rights reserved
Anastasiia Jan 2020
I look at myself in the mirror,
and my inner judge, the ego
dislikes some parts of the reflection.
By contrast, when I look for a minute more,
and I observe the ego,
and I set a distance
between what is an illusion [ego]
and what is 'real' [soul],
I see that
Higher Consicousness loves me all.
INTEGRATE YOUR SOUL INTO THE SCHEME OF LIFE
Mark Jan 2020
Although, I never thought of those who shed a little tear  
Flowing like a stream, then await for some comfort, they preserver  
Need a word of advice, but can't find anyone so sincere  
Want to change your life, then embrace the people so dear  
  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Heart of an impostor, you’re acting as bad, as a B grade movie star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Body held together by mortar, you're falling apart, like a shooting star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Face made of stone, no expressions like Mona Lisa, that famous painted star
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Tongue coated in snake oil, you're faking it, just like a **** star  
Hear me tell you, what you really are  
Here, listen to the truth  
Isn't it ugly, ugly, ugly?  
  
Need a word of advice, but can't find anyone so sincere  
Want to change your life, then embrace the people so dear  
  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Heart of an impostor, you’re acting as bad, as a B grade movie star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Body held together by mortar, you're falling apart, like a shooting star  
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Face made of stone, no expressions like Mona Lisa, that famous painted star
Isn't it ugly, to be who you are?  
Tongue coated in snake oil, you're faking it, just like a **** star  
Hear me tell you, what you really are  
Here, listen to the truth  
Isn't it ugly, ugly, ugly?
Having a good old hard look at yourself.
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