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The Rogue Poet Apr 2022
Mi amor,  
Come and interlock my hand with yours
Let us transition out of the 3D
While we journey into the 5D together
There our souls will slow dance
as we orbit the stars to our favorite melodies
Where our souls will flutter and frolic
In sync to our souls rhythm of love
Hey! Take a look
Isn’t it beautiful?
We are conducting poetry as one!
Sweetheart, we are Absolutely Timeless.
It is really just us
Truly us…
I could not have imagined anything more perfect than to be here with you again
As Our 3D stresses dwindle
to be nonexistent
Our souls are becoming one again to a love that has been everlasting  <3
Really, Thank you
for being with me one last time here.
I know we will find each other again in our next lives as we have thousands of past lives before.
It always feels like the very first time
our souls met when we do this.
Until next time my love
I will never forget you
Yo Te amo
Sa Es
Michael John Mar 2018
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when some call you pains
lily paints her toes
a frown taken aim
an o blows..

and all the agave wain..
too your heart woes..
take the strain!
my lovely cotton clouds..

i am your swain!
let dvision be so
the silence so loud
the cooling rains!

how many shades of pain
yesterday´ s death throes
distant thundering
a faded stain..


ii

thankyou lily!
that is quite pretty!
a rather intriguing ditty
that sees

the decor of her digits
a plea if only
one for the lotus eaters!
sacked our yesterdays..!

healing through natures way!
this moment be
birth death and rebirth
oh scarlet crow..

and some black toes..
she adds as an after thought
wrinkling her nose
love will heal our heart

next to nature art..astrix
that is time goes
our love caught
in the eternal moment..


astrix..stolen from  i care not where
or the amusing novel by penelope lively..
#es
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
Where does the rain wish to go,
Falling so passionately down,
When the world is cold,
She falls with a musical sound.

Filling the holes in the ground,
dancing from car wheels,
her waltz is feverish,
circulating around and around.

One rain drop never alone,
she holds your hair,
and kisses your face,
she does not give much space,
but you love her, and her sweet blue rain.
I could never write a poem about rain and feel like it is complete. Rain is just too good.
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
How one must declare his way of thinking,
Without offending another's way of breathing,
How must one walk his own journey,
While plowing through the lilies of the field?

The silent chill of the nights sweet calling,
Will one ignore the way it is drawing-
The coat around the stranger's back,
The wool it clings like soppy wet paper.

The pines reaching into the black silky sky,
Stealing wonder, boasting like the badger -
Make shifting the scene into his own world,
Backbone reaching, strong, furrowed.

A note, a baby's innocent cry, a laugh
Seemingly part of every single night-
One does not live without repercussion,
There is no passive in passion,
everything around is connecting,
This, offended men, is this possible to deny?
*edited a bit
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
We loved the man
But could not say
Wanting his hand
Looking another way
We loved the sun
Leaving no shadows
A perfect illusion,

For the poet who dresses
In passionate sorrows.
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
Too many instances, repeated times
one after another, uncover invisible lies
I came pale and naked, exposed freely
forthright in each movement
never doubting the pose you revealed me
What devious plan did you hope to go through with
mask of an angel corrupted bones
sitting upon self-righteous throne
I learned to love which I did not know
left to spew your venomous soul

I am no extra in your night-mare
you may dance to your own grave
this is your own stage-production
I hope to never be part of your play.
Ghost Writer 3 Oct 2016
Love, let it **** me
dancing to thrill me
love, let it break
mending only to take
love, get what you want
At home, inside my arms
love, do not be alarmed
when you grow bored of my charm.
The irony of love is that often we use it as a form of taking, when it is actually a word of giving.
Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016

Blood red candy canes,
Dancing with white lace
Mistletoe alone and gloomy
Christmas is a tragic day

Drooping emerald trees
Suffocating Christmas glee
A lovely time of year,
Minus all obnoxious cheer

Socks filled with diabetes
Disappointment breeding ,
Old lovers coming home,
Oh please **** me.

E.s.


Ghost Writer 3 Sep 2016

Awh doubt, a glorious thing
Makes the heart stop fluttering
A flaw or two, a bad attitude
Slowly falling out of love,
Doubt, you pull me back down
Down from the clouds,
Into a quiet lounge.

e.s.

Ghost Writer 3 Jul 2016
Find peace among the silence of the stars, comfort in the clouds, for nirvana sleeps inside the pain that you have postponed for so long.
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