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Moonbeam Aug 2016
Being normal is so overrated
Everyone's in pain everyone is jaded
The realm of creativity
Is the place to be
Flowing and feeling the energy
Dispense your sixth sense
Onto humanity
If your third eye is blind
You have to open your mind
To the channels we have inside
That connect with the universe and combine
Our thoughts and our words into something divine
I promise normalcy is a sickness
Do you feel your aura?
If there's a thickness
Then you need to clean it out
Speak with a whisper, there's no need to shout
It clogs your soul
And you need to know
How to let go
Of whats not really you
Deprogram yourself, become brand new
Wipe off what society has done  
Face your problems, don't just run
Step out of the shadows and into the sun
Feel yourself and close your eyes
Feel your energy and become more wise
Free yourself for just a moment of your time
Just sit still, stop trying to climb
This present moment is all that is real
No past, no future, no time, no wheel
When I say everything is an illusion it's not an exaggeration
We create what we want with our imagination
If that's the truth, what reality are you making
Are you being true to yourself or are you just faking
The paranormal is more real than what we see
Not believing institutional lies is the key
Be true to who you are
Show off your love and show off your scars
Your clothes are worthless and so are your cars
The realest you is made of pure light
And it flickers and dims when you're trying to fight
No need to resist
Put down your fist
Open yourself to what's all around
Pull yourself up off the ground
Nothing is against you but your own self
Become the books on the library shelf
Full of perspective, depth, and knowledge
Don't be programmed by a government run college
Think for yourself and don't stop growing
Expand as big as the galaxy and don't stop flowing
You're the micro of the macro, which is the universe
Save the world, but take care of you first
You can't save anything when you're drowning in doubt
Your soul knows something is wrong that's why it's trying to shout
It's telling you that what you're doing needs change
Don't you realize you're feeling a little bit strange?
Take accountability for your co-creation
What you're seeing right now is of your own manifestation
You're not a victim, you're actually in charge
If you don't like how you're feeling then open your arms
Give yourself a hug and stop all the hate
Love is always the answer, it's not a debate
Love yourself, the world, and everything around
528 hertz is the life changing sound
The vibration which is the frequency of love
Feel it, embody it, wear it like a glove
Magic happens when you're totally in tune
Come sit with me beneath the moon
We will make a new intention and set it in motion
Make waves of change in this consciousness ocean
Find love within and stay unique
This society wants to mold you and make you weak
Protest them by knowing your soul
That's the most potent power you'll ever hold
Moonbeam Jun 2016
Psychedelic souls
Connecting together, making a flow
Sharing what we know
Creating an awakened show
Gather round and watch the smiles glow
Talk to people and help them grow
Give them something to believe in
Help them stop the constant grievin
People need a break
This world can be hard to take
Show them how happiness feels
Show them that its deeply real
Access the love and higher vibrations
Teach them creativity and concentration
Be the change you wish to see
We have the same purpose, you and me
This worlds a trip and we should treat it as much
Teach people to heal with a gentle touch
Energy flowing through our bodies and all around
Manifest with imagination, art, and sound
Create what we want to exist in 3D
Connecting with higher dimensions is the key
You have everything you need inside
Don't hurt your brain looking far and wide
The collective consciousness is overflowing inspiration
For the world it's an invitation
To express what you see
Keeping your mind open and free
Heal yourself and your energy
Take some supplements and drink some tea
Create a world we don't have to flee
Decalcify your third eye and join me
Embody the expansiveness you can be
They're not coincidences they're synchronicity
Everything is connected here and beyond
Your own body is the magic wand
A conduit of energy and the divine
Anyone can understand what I'm saying if they open their mind
Moonbeam May 2016
There's an apocalypse coming
And we get to choose which kind
Just listen to the meanings and open your mind
One means revealing
One means demise
Are we gonna keep stealing
Or are we going to open our eyes
We're killing the earth inside and out
Instead of trusting our hearts, we are living in doubt
We can love each other and change the path of the planet
We need to grow our own food, raw and organic
We can't just manufacture everything, process, and can it
Stop the GMOs, pesticides, and factory farming
What it's doing to the planet is absolutely alarming
They create lakes of blood and an earth of toxins
If you read the clock then
You'll see that it's time to change, this isn't how it's supposed to be
We should be living together in a sustainable community
One that helps, nurtures, and loves
One that plants trees and gardens and shrubs
It's time to bring about our utopia of the future
We need to get rid of the lies, the hate, and the torture
Wars, jealousy, and competition have to end
It's time for us to forgive, it's time to transcend
To our new world, our kingdom of heaven
Just read your clock its 11:11
Lunar Luvnotes Apr 2016
Real women dont make life's biggest decisions based on what choices they are given. Darling we are creatures of creation, of manifestation, and much too patient to commit our hearts to anything other than the will of our creator. A real woman gets what she wants out of life without even lifting a finger. So long as the flames in her chest burn white and rampant, you'll know she's filled her own order when her gaze lingers. She knows anything not offered isn't ready for picking. She knows for every man that leaves her, there will be fifty dying to make her aquaintance. When a desire burns pure in her heart, no amount of muscle can contain her. She is the white peacock, plumage on display. She is the white peacock, she needs not to say, she only thinks and mostly feels, her good conscience leads the way. Here comes the rain dripping onto hibiscus, here comes the rain to illuminate. She awaits the morning light on her nest of realized dreams.
An old piece from instagram 29 weeks ago, series "i LUV me" Real women write for themselves, they don't sit around waiting to be anyone's inspiration, they love themselves so much that God just sends men that will also worship them, write for them. I'd know cuz it's happened before and it will happen again. God has a way of sending men to worship me, and for me to worship. Next time tho God is staying seated at the point of our triangle so that the man he sends can actually be my husband.
Lunar Luvnotes Apr 2016
I do not desire to control the world, I aim much higher, mastery of oneself, my soul. That's the meaning of life.  Who would I be to deny deserving people of my love,  my praises?  All people are worth that,  I've come to Earth to realize this. I just want to help.  I just want to be helped. I just want to be whole,  my soul I throw down on the ground in humility, thats my collateral. For arrogance see's no fault. Where there is no faults there are lies. If God is love and God is truth, I just wanna love God so I can love me and love you. If I couldn't see lessons for what they are I'd be miserable.  If I couldn't learn to stretch my patience and strength I wouldn't be limber. It's the flexible tree that bends and doesn't break. Let my sanity and love for myself be the main stay that outlasts every man lifetimes over. That allows me to nurse them back to health when they have fallen,  for every sorry *** is a heart broken and fumbling for a semblance of that feeling of acceptance. I am the essence of compassion as long as you reach my love will follow,  I was born of Great Mother energy, I am strong, yet this is Earth where I need a warrior. His stealth, lessons in control, patience and acceptance. He needs a queen who feeds him back,  she needs a King to stay loyal to her energy for it will always intuit them in the right direction. Together with his protection they are the compass. Should she have grit and he have clear vision they are a team to never be had, they will build a reach into the Heavens where children thrill to slide back into Earthly existence without a care as to how it might hurt them, when you're working for a dream team, what's a few scratches..
Dedicated to my future husband I will raise a gypsy clan with, I only trust God to know who my King will be. Posted last week from my series "Empaths Anonymous" you can find my more expansive poetry collections on instagram: lunar_luvnotes
Ava Bean Dec 2015
You tell me all the great things about me
And you text out all the wonderful things we will do together
But I am not the one for you.
You are simply lonely and lost because you are so detached from others.
You are in a cold tundra of confusion
And I looked like a warm security blanket to grab onto.
I am a manifestation of what you want:
Something that is warm
Wraps you up to shield off chills
Soft
Brightly colored like my cheeks in the winter
But I am not what you need.
What you need is someone to brush the snow out of your hair
Someone to treat your frostbitten fingers
Someone to nurse you back to health
Someone to cradle you in their arms...
And a security blanket cannot do that.
Lunar Luvnotes Oct 2015
If he can't pick strings or stroke keys, no thanks.
If he can't write of me like I write of him, no thanks.
If he can't see I'm not when I say I'm fine, no thanks.
If he can't give me his last dime, without batting an eye, if he cant offer his last shred of hope, of warmth when I have none, no thanks.
If he can't drop to his knees, and beg for mercy, if he can't put trust in something above working for him, no thank you.
If he can't see the worlds I see, if he think I'm only crazy and not blessed, no thank you.
If he can't tango in foreign tongue, if he lacks the bite of the purple travel bug, no thank you.
If he's not for me always, no thank you.
I aim for a life of love, of absolute trust that I will never find myself stranded with his cubs in a scenario he has control of.
I aim for a life of undying passion and inspirations, to ignite our life, to teach our young that there is nothing stopping them but themselves.
If he's not all of the above, no thank you..
And if he is, I beg of my creator to cleanse me and make me worthy of such a gift, thank you.
Just keep swimming. Don't be afraid of love when it comes. Just keep healing.
Once upon a time
she read many a day
    many nights

She thought about him
a charming ripe soul
  with magic palms

Sipping "The Poesis Ink"
  in just the right doses

Turning everyday
ordeals and ordinary
sighs of Love into a
         Dream.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space Poetess
Poetic silent admiration
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Àŧùl Aug 2015
The VIP culture is the grotesque manifestation eating up the democracy inch by inch.

They are elected by us from among us and then they want to be treated really special,
They want to be treated as someone royal by everyone,
Do you get the joke?

It still remains a democracy!
My HP Poem #896
©Atul Kaushal
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