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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
Subconsciously
Our Journey start with
  
If,
Perhaps,
But.
  
Between those words we,
  
Raise
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Fall.
"May be I think too much", he said.
She could be a direct mediator between Heaven and earth,
Heavenly power - equal to Angels that help her muse over poetry.
Her earthly power, producing a new institution of philosophy and
the arts, along by sparking a new period of humanity, forgetting
any philosophy and art in our history, with passion. The fact
that her heart, mind, character and soul is all connected and tamed,
she is a walking Empire. I know, because I paid attention when
she tempted me with seducing beauty of smiles and glittering eyes.
Joseph Miller Sep 2017
In the morning
I see them
coming over the edge
enlightened spirits
guide me
Through the day
I feel them
pulling me towards
all the answers
when I need them most
In the night
I hear them
whispering in my ear
Rest easy, they say
And I their humble servant
gladly obey
Hazel Redwood Jul 2017
I have been through your mind a thousand times.
Where most would run,
I choose to hide.

For in those walls I see the man that needs to be seen.
But is afraid he can't for he feels the world would cackle upon thee
Memories lost ebbed in time penned on paper to seek his line.

No one sees the agony in his dreams.
Stomped on used and abused.
Left to be his own muse.

For no one could see the depth in his words.
They resonate so deeply within me.
Like a sad love song, a final epiphany .
Holding your hand crossing the veil we sit together and weep,
in joy and pleasure broken from pain and agony.

The man I see so utterly strong,
puts men to shame in their dance and song.

Like a god sitting on his cloud laughing down at humanity.
I feel you like a midnight breeze.
Holding you close in my ethereal arms I kiss your temple.
Let the pain be gone.

For love resides in both of us .
Together we can face our mistrust.
I am here to heal and never to mock.
I know I must -
for the man I seek is more then lust.

Souls touching for moments in our years,
we have had each other for all these tears.
Unbeknownst to the spirit we sought.
Together we conquer demons afar.
My love for you grows stronger each moment.
Like a crescendo at the edge of sonata..
Mary-Eliz May 2017
I'd be a Prophet or Sage
if only my wisdom
(if I even have some)
was lined up with my age

a reflective Buddha I'd be
I'd be an enlightened one
shaded from the bright sun
meditating 'neath the Bodhi tree

might as well face it
I can't erase it

for me...

age came with no wisdom
that's why it's so lonesome
a Buddha I'll never be
even if I do sit under a tree!

I guess that's okay...
don't mean to be too silly
but  I don't want Buddha belly
it's bad enough anyway!
Gotta be silly sometimes!
Emma Hill Jan 2017
Burn sage
          Pineapple sage
Read books on massage, potpourri and herbs
And never forget to
        help   one another
        On dishes, on dreams, thoughts in a stream-
ing consciousness consciously
         love   one another
And never forget
Why he came
Lesley Oct 2016
She sees ravaged faces everyday.
Here a gray, there a gray,
Everywhere a gray, gray.
Even the fleeting beauty of butterflies
Disintegrates into dust.
She forever tries to justify
why she should live and take up space,
why she should look into someone’s eyes
without them looking away.
Dreams and ideas sit cold and hard,
and wither wasted, never being tasted.
Dead dreams like petals falling,
Sounding like her heartbeats pounding-
Measuring the lies of time.
Arcassin B Jun 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


When your love left from the other side of the bed,
whisp of wind came through my window,
call me a failure to communicate with signals,
I should have never let you crumble,

°°°Causing troubles that we smite°°°
°°°toss and  turn in sleepless nights°°°
°°°the lack of distance I can't fight°°°
°°°to know your not the nieve type°°°
°°°not loving you is a crime°°°
°°°don't want the love to be deprived°°°
°°°everything comes with a price°°°
°°°put being insecure aside°°°
As heavy as the weight they put on you in life could
Never take away the pride and dignity and confidence
Cosigning that you and God himself are a package deal
Of wonders that has not been explored or explained to
Anyone of your family members,

When your love left from the other side of the bed,
whisp of wind came through my window,
call me a failure to communicate with signals,
I should have never let you crumble,

You bring the best out in me,
There's nowhere I would rather be,
You bring the best out in me,
There's no one I would ever see , but you,

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Oh Molly-molly how ya been,
I've been looking for a better time to talk to you,
Oh molly-molly theres nothing really going on,
See you kept all your braces on,
Just as solid as Megatron,
Heart full of gold like silver annimantium coursing through
Your veins of the love you had for me since we were young,
I had a dream that I would meet you one day at a beach just
Tanning your skin and soaking up the sun hoping that day
Would come,
Your like the Phoenix in the night just making new moons
Brightening up the sky with flames that mark your endless
Desire to keep me in your wings and Embracing all that I am,
The supernova turned to stone like abstract on a cam.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/06/ybotbim-molly-hows-it-been.html
Ellie Geneve May 2016
You shook me so roughly
only to wake me from
the fantasy I taught myself to believe;
the lies I built around me,
and positivity I trained my mind to perceive.

And now that I have awaken to reality
I must say..
Boy do I miss that slumber.
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