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Goddess of USR Nov 2023
play James Bay- One Life  

An invitation to dream and create the life we imagine

To my true love counterpart, the one who guides me through soul expansion,

I offer you this dream: visions of all of you, all of me, V, B, O, M, and our future grandchildren. Our family. The one we knew could exist together many years ago when we shared the ten-year plan.

Dream with me, my love. There is no one else in this universe for me but you. You are the one I long to create this life with. You once asked me to dream with you. Now I’m asking you to imagine and dream with me. Know that it’s possible and that I am right here, standing in the center of our dream, waiting for you to dream and build with me. Everything in this world is built twice: once in our imaginations.

A Beautiful Life

We live in the center of our dreams
A purposefully created dream-built life
We have homes in places near and far
Where we enjoy the sun, the stars, and the sky

We are citizens of the world
We move effortlessly throughout the globe
We have stable grounding wherever we go
We are connected by love, not by code

We are partners in vision and in action
We create change and impact in the world
We adore each other and share our passion
We are dynamic, radiant, and bold

We are expressive in the ways we allow
Our love, support, and understanding to flow
We are together super stellar, unique, and alive
We are magical, otherworldly, and divine

We experience the majestic and the creative
We guide those forces to benefit humanity
We prove that doing good, creating, and influencing
Are not mutually exclusive, but can be in harmony

We have amazing children and they have amazing partners
They love and support each other deeply
They have successful vocations and careers
They are happy, healthy, and free

We have a main home near a lake
A 7-bedroom house with room for our future grandchildren
Between the four, I know they will add more
It's convenient, luxurious, and spacious
It's filled with music, song, and laughter
We dance around the kitchen as we create beautiful memories and meals

We ride bikes,
We ski (you coaxed me back gently)
We meditate and channel
We shower together and make love
We visit ice castles and play Lindsey Stirling
We laugh and reminisce about our journey

We admire the beauty of the world together
It touches us so deeply and we feel the awe
We live in love's frequency and gratitude
We feel so blessed and we thank God

We love, respect, and admire each other deeply. You are a legal scholar and consultant the world over and you advocate for justice in all of its forms. Your work creates change and you write. I am your muse.

The show I created is a resounding success and you support me in this endeavor
It's syndicated and a series franchise
It's a new genre of television media
It's a fortune and a benefit for mankind

The design collection is a hit
It's a fashion sensation the world over
I collaborate with the famous stylist from my days in Paris
to bring the AR augmented reality collection to life

We visit Paris often and are hosted in style
We have access to everything and everyone
We are wildly successful and recognized
We are creative and influential and fun

We experience the majestic and are highly creative. Together we are able to guide those forces to create projects that benefit humanity and still make a fortune. We proved that doing good, creating, and influencing are not mutually exclusive and can be accomplished.

We go on to develop, build, and release the Justice system. We changed the face of divorce and child custody. We made it better and live to experience it.

This is our vision of a beautiful life
And there is plenty of black and white; we are fully expressed
A life that we love and enjoy
A life that we build and share
A life that is ours and not a toy

Dream with me, my love. Build this life with me.
For CBM of Dublin- sent with a thousand kisses ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Zywa Nov 2023
In the dark I can

see what I want, like a book --


a bed, my mother.
Novel "Lighthousekeeping" (2004, Jeanette Winterson), chapter Two Atlantics

Collection "Within the walls"
George Krokos Nov 2023
I once had a dream about what I would like to be
but the dream's still being realized in life to see.
To date I now find myself having a poet's brain
and a passenger traveling in an outbound train.
The carriage I occupy is starting to break down
and I wonder how much longer it will be around.
Though it's better to always keep a positive mind
and not let the devil of despair to rob you blind.
The life we're all living now is just another dream
of that Infinite Existence in the flowing stream
of Its own imagination which has no real end
apart from the limiting state we all try to rend.
Only a few ever come to know about this game
that is played out within a holographic like frame
which includes all dualities of form and substance
created to express Its own boundless abundance.
The illusion's needless to say so very well done
that we are all caught up in it and try to have fun;
going from one extreme to another as we live
in mastering the art of how to love and forgive.
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Written in Feb.'22.
Another one of those existential, mystical and philosophical type poems.
Birdie Nov 2023
Soft lyrics billow from the next room,
Wrapping their syllables around my body.  
Drenching my skin in warm, buttery tunes.
Floating behind the words on the page,
As I watch the stories unfurl from my book.
Sometimes I forget that I’m reading,
I can see everything as clearly as the island
From my beach on a still July morning.
My eyes stop seeing and my fingers
no longer turn the pages,
I am part of the tale.
Engulfed by the stark poetry of being alive.
A passive, invisible witness to the lives of the characters,
As they run across my mind and live onwards in my imagination.
A little outpouring of how it feels to be lost in a good book with some relaxing music playing in another room
Zywa Nov 2023
Under the bottom

the star clusters angrily --


stare at the people.
Painting "Jesus is boos" ("Jesus is crossed", 1983, Marlene Dumas)

Collection "Ifless"
Mrs Timetable Oct 2023
I crawled into your day dream
Where the soft cool blankets lay
Safely
Fell asleep
And
That
Is
Where
I want
To stay
Safe places
James Rives Sep 2023
i hope the poem that rests on your tongue,
vibrant and lovely, speaks your truth.
and that this truth is all your own and knows
your love in its wholeness; anxiety, fright,
happiness included.

that the object of your desire, human
and beautiful, meets you where you rest,
and loves you with the same heat
and kindness that you deserve.

and that you grow from the experience
of wanting beyond your selfish heart,
into something that only wants the best
for another, for no reason
other than their happiness with
or without you.
she makes me so happy that I hope I never spend another day without her.
Nolan Willett Aug 2023
A dreamer finds her way,
Well-her and her companions
She met a previous day-
They speak a strange tongue,
But that is quite okay;
They march through pastel
Landscapes
From place to place
From quest to quest
Another dragon?
Another princess?
(That seems a bit cliche)
But she is quite content
And I am no character
In this event
Just its chronicler
They slay the dragon
And take its scales to market
The princess, with a good degree of flair
Takes a ride with her companion
(Did I mention he’s a bear?)
The dreamer is offered lodging
By a grateful King
She steals his bed at night
(They kind of have a fling)

And the sun crests the horizon
And our hero goes to work
Her friends will wait for her tonight
Did I mention she’s a clerk?
irinia Aug 2023
night is falling with high speed on my shoulders
it has a strange elasticity
I ask your skin to give me some memories,
a superconductivity for sonic pulses & tactile waves,
quantic waves are collapsing into a strange synchronicity
the air might survive untrapped but not in my cells
a torid torrent makes your moves catch gravity
I can't be prosaic cause desire might ****
all the singing birds of the blue nights
that were rarely seen losing their tension
between silence and pain this emotional upheaval
that pushes the skin to the frontiers of asphyxiation
we are in Plato's cave right now burning down
the shadows with the magnitude of
you and I inside we are or just this
reciprocal dislocation
there is no I, no you, nothing less than
an infinite field of mutual recognition
a blazing simplicity unspoken
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