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Mixing light with darkness, and seeing the corruption of the world. Inspiring to be one of the greats? What are we all living for? Manifesting, our dreams into reality, as we see our thoughts. Come alive right before our very eyes! This is what we believe to see. This is our reality.
My first poem came to me, when i was standing on the beach, watching light and dark mix in the sky.
Thomas W Case Sep 2020
She's in a
self imposed cage.
I can see it in
her eyes;
a demon's hell-fire.
She loathes humanity,
especially men.
Anyone can blame
past circumstances for
how they are currently,
but ultimately,
love unlocks the
door to the
prison of hate.
Hate and love are both choices.
Roro Sep 2020
Now
In this ferris wheel
I find my gestation and my birth
In this eternal loop
I take my last breath on this earth
In this complex world
I see the rest of my life unfold
In this life I live now
I visit the others I may have known
In this one moment
Every story can be told and shown
In this fixed space
All of time, all the times, times to be revolve
It goes down all around
Feel the ground and hear the sound
Spirit tried be bound
Wisdom in the earth I’m found
Truth in the heart not the crown
See the way the spiral is wound
Spread the life preserve the love
Shine so bright pierce the sky above
Steady observation instead of picking a side
Dedicated to the peace is where the mind resides
Eliminate the hesitation to feel the frustration
Let the essence be substantial and a fruitful consummation
Explicit to the definition of a living contradiction
Bias interpretation and no one ever listens
Ego and emotion seek the notion to control
Set the path in the middle and nothing can touch your soul
**Spirit**
Moksha Aug 2020
Fear comes a walking,
Not clothed in black, or in plain clothes
but in style...passionate and powerful.
it is in the ordinary disguise that our
senses are thrown and we are caught off-guard
taking it's delicious offers to heart, ceaselessly.
It is easy to spot, but difficult to discern
And if left, will amass a great wealth of its own.
Tess M Aug 2020
we rely on a future
that isn't there,
a past that too
loud
we cling to ourselves
like there is no one else
around
This was written on December 6th, 2019 BEFORE covid which just proves the irony that tomorrow is never promised.
Moza Aug 2020
The past carries heaviness
and the future holds nebulousness

— Moza
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