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Simon Oct 7
Frequencies are tough. Frequencies are managed. Two frequencies combine surfaces not existing in one another. Unless strips of different wavelengths are pushing each frequency to each others enlightenment. Nothing judges. Except one binding these apparitions together. A form becoming static too mutual for any compromise. Frequencies become laced with purposes. Easily definable. Never perfect enough for change. Only enough for simple practices. Practices reminding two frequencies of compromise. Compromises aren’t welcome, if one’s purpose is easily definable. If so, then why ask? It’s already staring you right in the face. Proceed with balance! Strips of wavelengths letting frequencies off chains made of static. Finally! One rippling a new focus. Releasing their time and service to entities holding them back. Purpose lays waiting, for all to see. Two frequencies happily definable now. Without change, static doesn’t occupy their purpose. Sparking a judgeable wavelength. Letting you off with a warning. A warning filled with benefits to a newer frequency. One that doesn’t hold frequencies by chains of static. Chains stripping connections between outer wholes. Sparks flying around its properties. Molding your own frequency together. Molding static between ripples of its own actions. Actions feeling the ripples of energy contracting with concern. Movements seeping into another part of itself that wasn’t identifiable. Becoming what wasn’t apart of its own identity. Surging pressure of rippling actions not belonging to itself. Stinging the outer symmetry of ripples. Frequency becoming thoughtless. Submerging into a shocked exterior. Feeling stressed without foreboding it’s purpose. Rippling the caregiver away from its own appreciation. Apparitions flowing misinterpretations. Faltered to a halt! Filling volumes of enlightenment too closed off when trying to supply purpose. Energy is a purpose. Rippling all around each spark to pledge. Pledge what? Pledging a way out! How will it turn out for these rippling fabrics of stationary purposes? Only two halves to a greater wavelength tapping into its own energy supplier.
Frequencies are judgeable when fluent practices run a muck! Only to ones staying broad within perimeters of itself. Only then will things shake moments into the clearing.
Stephen James Sep 25
so intimate

the way he revealed

what lies beneath
the surface

a deeper purpose

an emergence

of self reflection
self inspection

left to himself
finding
revelation

cascading
thoughts fading
waiting
for none

the rising sun

sleepless nights

more to come

he continues

sharing wisdom
to those who listen

where each
sentence
bears
a resemblence
to a pilgrim's

onward journey

this passion
burning

churning
for learning

from a heart
thats yearning

which way
to turn

directionless

off the coast
of this mind's
shoreline

sailing
this wave's crest
a poem
Kyra Sep 23
whispers of fate
drew me across the bloodstained tile
i found her there

i'd searched
unknowingly
and here she was

naked
carved

it was surprising
settling
to not see her face

venus was across the room
getting torn
apart by cracked screens

but veritas,
she died long before

men had dipped their tongues
into her skin
defiling

they stole her
blood
and sold it

we all bought
watered down bliss
as our enlightenment
Stephen James Sep 21
these times
are ageless
and this glass
is stainless
where i say
these prayers
i enter a
new chamber

i remove
these blinders
for a vision
that sees higher
than the
average
could imagine
practicing
deep breathing
mechanics

left stranded
at last
i know the feeling

outlasted those
that couldnt mask
the facade
they were keeping

feeding
this modes intensity
with a propensity
to break boundaries

finally finding
this frequency releasing

honing
pure emotion
flowing
from my nucleus

refusing this
means
to break me
and keep me
limited

i envisioned it
long before the dawn
christened it
left to bask in it
this life i mastered it
a poem
Stephen James Sep 20
I've studied
the ancient
pages

learned
from sacred
sages

loved with
a heart
that's tainted

and
resurrected
a dead
language

I
inhabit
the realm
of gods

can decipher
their
dialogue

see through
the lies
of demagogues

and write
with the hand
that appeared
in Babylon

I've traveled
with
Prince Siddartha

unveiled
Hamunaptra

and revealed
a holy
mantra

that's spoken
by the
Dalai Lama

while
the world's
in her
death throes

i've witnessed
a seed
grow

as I reform
and reshape

every
9,000 years
we're reborn
in space...

now let us create
a poem
Stephen James Sep 18
There's a difference between essays and poetry. "Prose" is a type of poetry. It is distinctly different from an essay. One who writes essays is an "essayist"...NOT a "poet". The majority of you on this site are essayists and not poets. Which is fine, but defeats the purpose of a poetry website. The problem is...most of you don't know you're not actually poets.
98% of you, on this site, need to learn this.
Stephen James Sep 16
I will be featured in the Autumn issue of the Wales Haiku Journal. Be sure to go over to waleshaikujournal.com and check out all the great published international haiku poets!
ANNOUNCEMENT
Stephen James Sep 16
i am a featured
poet at cosmofunnel
dot com all month long
a haiku
Stephen James Aug 20
dread assails me
weakened
i feel faint

regret prevailing
deepened
'til solid state

breath escaping
reason
no longer takes

lest abating
treason
will swiftly claim
a poem
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