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Kyle White Jan 2017
Ice and salt crunch 'neath my boots as I walk along an unmaintained sidewalk. In the distance, blue lights flash and snow removal vehicles make an otherwise quiet night, loud. I'm doing a little removal of my own. Surplus thoughts, excess; though, they go without sound into oblivions ever-expanding jaws, voiding me of resentment and regret. Leaving acres of empty field to fill

I circle the block, double back. I take in the cool night air and filter it through tired lungs, one deep calculated breath at a time. Tightening my grip, fingernails to palm. I let go, release. Upon inspection, there is no blood. There is no guilt in the belly of my mind. The darkness is inviting. The snow not nearly as blinding without the Suns reflection. The Moon, though modest in nature, and in comparison to that of it's sister, paints itself on the water top. Globes of light illuminate the path along the canal. The blue lights still flashing remotely in the distance. I can see clearer now.
Marty T Ottman Dec 2016
Enlightenment passes beyond the sight.
May seem frightening to ignite your insight.
Comprehension is the key.
While other hides in condescension.
Lacking to understand the actuality of energy.
With our culture we fail to make refinements.
When awareness is thrown around as if it's opinions without any basis of actual facts.
As alignment is left on silent.
Other perceive so careless, selfish, just so contentious..most just collapse any genuine information regarding principles of ones own essence,  unfortunately they resort to a close minded relapse.
So many are so skeptical..
Fill with delusions from "occult" propaganda and manipulation.
Leaving people barely in the eyes of enlightened comprehensible, instead of dimensional.
As many forget the trillion of constellations that are above us, nor explore such inadequate reasons for limitations for inspirations.
Christian Bixler Dec 2016
My soul is like that
of an ant, of an
elephant, and
the summer storm,
my soul is like that of an
aeroplane, of the
starry skies and the
rushing tide;
my love is like that of the universe,
boundless, illimitable,
eternal in the womb of light,
I swim in the seas of nothingness,
and marvel at the beauty
of all.
My passion is like the air
before the storm, like the
lightning, like the thunder,
like the breath of life
that lingers, after the storm
has gone its way.
I swim in a sea of madness,
of love of hope, of
mad despair,
Mad! Mad!
For I know now
what I knew before, what
I've known forever,
'neath the wrap
of illusion, 'neath
the shroud of
pain and fear;
that love is all, and eternal,
and we are all
One,
in the starry dance.

Oh, I know that
love is all, and with us,
and we are One,
in the starry dance.
Christian Bixler Nov 2016
Floating...
lost,
within the multicolored
fragments
of consciousness,
seeds of life
and of all
creation,
everywhere...
my mind a spinning
vortex, all
thought a
myriad
of turbulent
confusions...
I am lost,
within
myself.
And it is good.
Gathered fragments of Novean brightness, strung together, in the dead of night.
Devin Ortiz Nov 2016
A grand gateway, reaches
Towards heaven, burrowing
Into hell itself, resides in ridicule
To an immortal being, in mortal flesh

Nightmares are cocktails for truth
Incantations to shatter bones into keys
Padlocked manipulation and deceit
Failed attempts echo in magnitudes

Both sinister ploys and moments of joy
Ripple into cracks, teasing of another side
A truth for the ancients, beings without moral
Fathomless worlds of nuetrality and power

If ever for a moment, and not a moment more
These shockwaves of the mind come shattering
Blowing down this door, screaming rage and ruin
Then I will be free, of the chains which bind me.
Kewayne Wadley Oct 2016
Her door was the sanctuary to inner peace; a sudden enlightenment
Engaging the candle of lit eyes.
Mindful to the calm hush; Disappearing in self.
Body, Mind, Soul.
Beside her door there was a lake wide awake with open ears.
I stood there Absorbing her wisdom.
A depth of kindness with each interchanging current.
I learned to speak without words. Connecting thine eyes with hers.
All else was swallowed; Exhaling, then breathing again.
Fingers extinguishing all else that threatened a light shone from her.
Her Eyes.
She'd shone me courage, grasping my hand. Entwining her path with mine.
I bowed to her and her alone in guided mediation.
At that moment there was no need for mirrors, realizing that she was my reflection.
My spirit animal, my refugee.
She taught me the language of her heart, being shown in silence.
I journeyed a place ears would have no use, my tongue becoming a stranger.
A total embodiment to the gift of her and her alone.
A beautiful lesson in poverty; Clinching my hands in prayer.
                                                         ­     Blessed in her presence
Jason Harris Oct 2016
Imagine the first rumor. The first grunt of gossip
The first finger-point of prejudice. It was probably
like noticing the sunset for the first-time. How it
stretched out across the entire scope of your vision,

peeled back into a city that wasn’t the one you were in,
like an orange peel, one skin at a time. Eventually,
the world rounded, the ice melted, ****-sapiens
grew taller. Our voices deepened, bodies thickened.

We learned to survive the cold, the floods,
the irrational wars, and crescent-mooned nights
underneath tinned roofs. Then came the enlightenment,
the evolution of speech. The first cousin of Germanic

languages; the second cousin of Romantic languages.
And then the first rumor. The first appraisal of good
or bad actions of people hardly known. I imagine
my ancestors, 1.9 million years ago, grunting

with raised brow in her partner’s direction. Pointing
at two men crouching behind a large, fallen boulder.
Pointing at a man who belongs to her neighbor,
crawling out of a cave that doesn’t belong to him.

They are probably turning over in their bone-filled
graves as I think of what to say next, laughing at how
far we haven’t come from the ghouls of gossip,
discussing how out of all the occupations in this world:

bricklayer, lawyer, educator, their descendant chose
this noble profession, this calling up of events.
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

give me all of your love and tender moments,

save me from the peril that is myself,

give me the passion more than I ever know,

show me what it's like to kiss an angels lips,

let the stars fill your eyes,

teach me the ways of your affection,

complete me with all your love and enlightenment,

/

I'd be with you for a thousand years,
I'll carry you under my wing with two tears,
I'll mold you into my favorite subject,
As long as my wishes don't redirect,
But I digress,
I come direct,
I might have messed up a lot of things but
Your heart I will collect,
You complete me.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/complete-me-by-emptybitxh.html
Emma DeBoer Sep 2016
The more I connect myself to the universe and the Earth.. the farther I fade from the human way...
Starting to feel more alien
And outlandish
Every excruciating day.
Trying to collect my tribe
and find which lane to travel.
But my wheels
Keep turning.
And I'm moving high.
Far from the gravel.
Try and pull me down,
I ******* dare you.
But no way.
No ******* way you're taking
Away my crown.
You can watch from down there
with envy and defeat
Or you can take my hand and allow me to show you
How darkness can be sweet.
I'm a *****
In my own corner.
Love me or lose me.
Either way,
You'll be a mourner.
But don't let that scare you off now..
For it isn't cold here.
I can show you,
That the universe is you
Inside a mirror.

9/15/16
Àŧùl Sep 2016
Beyond life and death,
Away from the concept of right and wrong,
In the field of unknown,
Amidst the feelings I get in loneliness,
Running away from suicidal thoughts,
Memories of lost love haunt me hard,
Death seems like the perfect option.

I know that I can't give up until they are there,
Howsoever short may be life.
My HP Poem #1132
©Atul Kaushal
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