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Viany Oct 2017
My mother always says, a woman's intuition makes a man feel uncomfortable. For he knows that deep down, she knows everything without asking to know. She just knows. It flows like the river in her heart, it flies around like butterflies in her gut, it runs miles in her mind...it's always there. Now some women suppress that intuition for the case of not letting go of love...scared of the unknown after what they thought was love is lost..as we know, love is blind at times. But I encourage you ladies, do not neglect that intuition. For the more you listen to it, the stronger it gets. If you openly accept it, it'll be your safety net, your protection, your armor against deeper pain. Listen to your intuition...for it is a gift from God.
Cal Ashiq Oct 2017
Darling there's a beauty in your eyes
Despite this world is full of lies
Your smile is a gentle touch to my heart
That I wish they would never depart

Your cheerful voice lifts my spirit
Yet you'll never believe me though I mean it
Your laughter frees me from the sadness I'm dwelling
This makes you more quite captivating

You seem as if the world is against thee
For it will never make you that way it wants you to be
It has already been blessed by a person like you
Although in gloom but with a heart so true

In God's garden of eden you're like a blooming sunflower
With your alluring beauty I have become your admirer
I'm glad I met someone as unique as you
In my eyes you're special if you only knew

Don't lose your smile my dear
A beautiful soul has nothing to fear
Andreas Simic Oct 2017
The Glimpse©

As he rode down the escalator
Eyes upon the next step
Caution on his mind
The throng of people
Surrounding him like a fence
Something told him to look up
Was it an inkling
Was it intuition
Was it a premonition
Was it fate
But look up he did
And in that moment their eyes met
It was a mere seconds of a lifetime
But they were both transfixed
He going down
She coming up
A passing of two strangers
Eyes locked
Was this a flight of fancy
Or the real thing
He would never know
For she was gone around the corner
And he was on his way to work
Destiny would have to prevail
Someday but not today

Andreas Simic©
Gabriel burnS Aug 2017
My skin can hear your colors
From the other end
Of happiness

But the line is folding in a loop
Closing in a circle
And the end is the beginning

Time is tesselating
Unto itself
But we have not the senses

There is no loss
Just continuation
Into the unknown

Relativity delays
The arrival of awareness
Consciousness is slow to form

The cooling of the mold
Takes a great deal more
Hence, the procrastination

Inert and habitual;
Words taking root
In everything

My end and your beginning
Collided into a freshly manifesting
Iteration of existence

The bud becomes
The fruit
A new cycle
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
a feeling of incomplete awakening
where sleep has not set in before
a glimpse of another time and space
calm primordial darkness
pervading unity
predating everything
before the stars
and gravity
arcane sensation of belonging
expanding intuition warming
self-awareness fading in
thickening drive
for breaking out of comfort
for a journey of discovery
the cracking of the eggshell
the slow withdrawal
of the veil of slumber
outstretched arms will welcome
the emergence
come alive
my eyes are yours now
...all old ones for publishing, recently...
Tala Jun 2017
Don't dare to argue with a woman's intuition!
I mean her telepathic, liar-detecting capabilities. I mean sometimes you make her feel like she is on a mission.

You come holding flowers of peace, logic and love. Ignoring that sense that doesn't have a number. From the Guts of the ocean flooding. Your crashing waves and patterns, she can smell. Even if you're thousands of miles away. Or beside her laying the hay.

Man don't you understand? Dissing a woman's intuition is forbidden! Strictly when it has to do with other. Women.
Women don't doubt your guts eh
Gabriel burnS Jun 2017
Omniscience is empty
I don’t want to know everything;
I don’t even want to know you.
The evidence is not humane,
No one needs proof of being
I need not fathom;
I need motion,
The dance between the ribs;
Wed the sapient to the savage
Where is the fine line?
You cannot intuit till you cross it,
But keep both eyes open
At all times;
Not the pretty ones with the lashes,
That swallow the light,
But the ones that devour the dark.
just vaguely connected thoughts
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