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Balaguer Sep 27
Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of

"how can this be?"

Your eyes look down to move forward
As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?

"where is your crown?"

The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels
Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden
Underlying circumstances caused a major malfunction
Mrs Timetable Oct 24
I was in love
With a moment in time
And it broke my heart
Over and over
It left,
Returned,
Left again
Why do you torment me?
It was about to answer
Then
It was gone
Companion piece to "Drove"
Ken Pepiton Oct 21
Time taken to imagine thinking like Jesus,
when someone heard him say something,
like this, in passing, whatsoever whosover
agrees to believe that we can do together,

well,
if we ever get together, we can plan on it,
like, how does it feel to be in spirit form,

we might ask Jesus's father, who he says
is always with him, as he is, as a man, mortal,
alla time, you hear it, God is a spirit, a optional
the often is assumed the more comprehensive
truth in deed, the act of using the wisdom left,
the spirit then extrapolates to all that ever is

after somebody told somebody Paul said
Jesus uses the ***** but it gets stars on HP,
can think starry words, but don't write em.
ghucking phonics laws of social order,
ways around unreasonable fears of dirt,
free press has its perks, nobody pays me
for your attention to their ads, makes me

wonder,
how do ads make money, from peripheral
attention, paid in passing, oh yeh, nikes,
see the logo, hooks the kid, it does,
see the logos every where we look,
invincible ignorance, never thinking,
convincingly enough the idea, as in
adultery, done in one's core as is me,
we may recollect every aspect of now,

the perp was wearing Nike knock offs,
too new for the Nineties vibe, we knew,

due to those shoes were my shoes, word,\

fake news, those are new new acting old.
SAW stories, sacred ancient wisdom,
nike was not a god, but a power,
to make believe, we ran the fastest race.

Broke a sweat. Thinking the thought counts.

Patina, intensity of existance in Earthian air,
all things grow here, and growing is getting old,
dissipating losing isotopes a tic at a time,
lighter and lighter being,

enough to fade away, through all those old lies,
my love don't fffade away, we roll our rocks, we

live to learn forever, first best deal ever, we say
okeh, teach me, ah, autistmatic on
curios use, wise, aha automatic gotitinit go to…
basic
we may infer is the highest use, initial use, some
think, wisdom is the pastless point of no return,
once the spider impresses on your child mind,
-Alte Vista never recalled their spiders,
do not believe you are ever alone,
believe we keep ourselves sane,

some days, plans shift, you had time, I didn't,
so we had the exchange of hearts ceremony,

prepaid attention to details used to confound
the wicked, tell me quickly, is deception ever

really easy to learn to do, to make one think
this and that seem familiar enough to be one

idea, in guise, not a body, an external form,
appearing as apparitions are wont, as femforms,
wisdom's free play children's rooms,
infested with
sprites and nyadds and nymphs and such,
virgins, ah, we all know of such roles, yet,
wise, once, such were never so imagined,
not even
really, prior to Epstein, the island one, we
did not experience those old demons work,
as priestly oath bindings used on battle fields

all the old lies sold
for power work today,
they are knowledge, ra' difficult to master,
by the way, this is one of those days,
unforsaken, patiently proceeding to perfect.
oo..
magic, some say, knowing the cost of learning,
endlessly, efforting to tame the lust of craving.

Sweets, dainties of kings since the days
when dates and raisons and honey sweetened
- cost of business among traveling road shows
- to witness the ancient ritual dance
- of seven veils…  our grandchildren laugh/

the mingled wines afforded the children crossing,
lines of responsibility and redemptive worth accrual,

no longer precious to any who see thee,
no longer innocent chorus for the prophets, listen

when we make up a mind to do something, when
did we first know that knack, will to do, will to try,
- little short attention spans all dancing
- in the dark
will to admit the price higher than reasonable,
will to pay it because, higher provides servants,
- little short attention spans all dancing
- in the dark

with experience, often challenged, never doubted,
for what that's worth,
the winner always turns the cheek.

The post reality madness never sets in,
those with this time taken as used
to read the rantings
of a spirit, unrestrained,
laughing at waking
in the future of a plan,
I married the bride of my happy old age,
unashamed, besmirched with guile for denying clues,

found in open spaces and wild places, once investigated,

NAND gates permit second thoughts,
once what if
becomes logos, original mention,
truth's wise construct-
ion...
all things are made
by this logos, words, instructing
precepts conducive to order of usage,
heavy mole measures  
atomic weights on balance scales, heavy
Daltons or AMUs, used to ignite the core of suns,
indeed, on our grandest news attending we filter, we
become the light of this world, for a second,
or Pico second.
or so never again allowing children grown crazy
under constant threat of thermo- fusion nukes, suns
in bombs glare we could see
from the Cerbats, easy,
any minute, Armegeddon,
no, those were lies,
insane use
of nuclear energy was never blamed
on Truth, not on any oath's threat,
under sworn oath to obey the authority
as you cruise 20,000,000 leagues
at launch depth, year after year, no internet,
focus on about 10 thousand neighbor hoods, any one
near you, or so far you never imagined they had nukes,
we can respond, even if hell breaks loose, we payback
all those powerful enemies of truth itself, united, in war,
war is one god, no god's servile beast, war  is chaos guise,

those who never fear death or post death retribution,
no dogma can leash such minds, ever free, imaginable…

we make peace with knowing that.
We live as if my next has happened by the time you could
have read my mind and found this same stream, a trickle.

Happy ever after is a temporary state, we die anyway.
I think this is first in a series, gives me good reason to attend to anti aging daily mind and body alignments.
In the stillness of time,
is where I tend to live,
Tranquility and peace,
is what calmness will give.

Everything is at a halt,
and is frozen in time,
a time to decompress and
to just to unwind.

To live in this state,
will be so divine, happiness
for those few moments,
will feel just fine.

I wish that I could stay,
in this frame of reposed mind,
just to dwell for a lifetime,
Frozen in this time.


B.R.
Date: 10/18/2024
Melody?
Isn't it the one you often hum?
Shyly but to be known.
Now you are asking for lyrics?
Cherry lips, silky hair, brown eyes,
enough to make your heart smile.
And tune?
Oh love, Isn't it like the sand dune?
Approaching sea waves that caress you.
Here comes the final song.
Don't be so clueless love,
because it was you all along.
My very first poem. Hope you'll like my small try.
VarshaS Oct 17
Hello Darkness 🖤

I ran afar from you,
as a toddler.
Hoping and wanting light,
As bright and safe.

But as I grew taller and aged to wither,
I came to hear silent calls from YOU.

The glance of you gave me thrills and chills
But onto diving deeper,
I came to know you are nothing but my soul.

I found the peace,
From the deep oceans/
and the tenderness
Of the gentle breeze

Only answer to my heart,
Was to invite you wide into my arms.🖤

~ Varsha_S
When I was a kid, I was scared of the darkness, the imaginary of my mind was at risk when it set itself in those peaks.

But as days passed by I lost myself in the brightness and was forced to move  to darkness where I understood the true meaning of life and all that is and was peace! 🖤
Drab Oct 16
Fighting is not an art.
It’s a way to get what one wants.
Without making any sense.
Or Having no reason.
Or wanting to hide the truth.

Or

Survival
NOTES - no choice
I S A A C Oct 16
its not like i didnt try
i killed myself everytime, suicide
still alone with i, pedal pedal my bike
i continue the cycle, self sacrifice
its not like i didnt try

i signal the change
i witness the seasons
the transition of the leaves
the disappearance of oasis
i signal the change
i witness the reasons
the outline of your treason
the disappearance of peace
i know too much
Yeah
I hope to awake on an open field
Where children play on swings,
Watching people walk their dogs,
And all those kind of things.
I hope to see yellow daffodils
In their thousands all in line,
Followed along with bluebells,
A blue sky and sun that shines.
I hope to see those people
The ones I used to know,
Instead of sadness in their eyes
Now is a smile that always glows.
I hope to see those animals,
Cows, pigs and sheep
Grazing together without any fear
Knowing they're not food to eat.
I hope to see a different world
A world that we've never seen
One with peace and harmony
The way it should have been.
I hope to awake on an open field
And I hope that day will be
With all those lovely people,
And my true love waiting for me.
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