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Hazel grey Jul 2020
Whenever i have questions
I look up at the sky
For the stars to lead my way
But today when i gazed up
The stars had formed a strange pattern
A question mark as it seemed to be
For the first time the sky was dazed
Not every question requires an answer
Not even, why you left and never looked back.
Owen Jul 2020
When I decease,
if I ascend to heaven ,
what is the point?
If I return to this plane
as human or worm
what is the point?
If I simply cease
to perceive, to exist,
and become one
with all matter.
Why does life matter?
I know theres no true answers out there for me.
Where does man, where does woman, where does beast go
When slumber dawns upon their fleshly vessel?
When the twilit sky bleeds into a stygian veil?
When the musicality within begins to take psychosomatic form?
I reminisce over the eventuality that stirred my burgeoning.
It quaked my lucubrations, my excogitations, intellectualizations;
Ye, The Incendiary Phoenix Flame billows within. Rebirth awaits
every anima forged by The Apotheosis of The Astral Flame.

The doughty firebrand in me shalt nought surrender,
The Gaian Warrior within shall ne'er be forgotten,
And my reverenc'd doubts  shall be undone.
O, whence all incredulities have been uttered The Leadings of Lovelight shall prevail. The Vestige that once ravaged my remembrance shall vanish into The Magisterial Tides of Oblivion,
We are all one with the Blood-Tinged Oath, The Fulgent Daystar;
He, exhaled eternity into the souls vexed by mortality.

Underneath the Sun:
There breathes an azure vista.
What lieth above our aethereal aegis has incited inquisitiveness aeons aforetime
Open your hearts to the cosmic currents, the transcendent torrent,
The Communal Oneness of The Primal Phantasmagoric;
By that One,
For all time we were summoned.

Question what lie before to be spirited away.
  Listen to the arcadian zephyr whisper
              Through in, through out your every breath. Trust, the Sanctity of intuition.
Coloring the Changing of The Seasons.
The aqueous dew throngs upon virescent leaflets,
A fulgurant surge fulminates
Upon The Celestial’s bedarkened sky.

Red- Shift Existence: evidence, upon which a system of belief expands, under examination
Therefore, it is our duty to ponder the Legacy of the Sages
That we might unravel the esoteric secrets
That function as a key
In gainsaying, in overturning The Lock of Fallacy.
Finally we gain understanding, we acquire wisdom
Altering our cognitive trajectory.

What is Life,
What is Love,
What is Divinity,
Without creativity?
Without imagination?
Without vision?
We must all surrender to
The Sacral Expressions of Omnibenevolence.
Spirituality is a fleshly disorientation, a carnal discombobulation;
So, relinquish your dysphoric allegiance
With the pangs of hunger and malice.
Effloresce into The Luminary,
We Denizens of Light,
Were all
Foreordained
To be.

(Se' lah)


Excelsior Forevermore,



Sanders Maurice Foulke III
𝐣𝐢𝐚 Jun 2020
all my questions,
were all unanswered.
when will be the time,
i can finally go outside,
and be free,
knowing that i have
all the answers
to the questions i've
been looking for?

for so many years,
i tried to search.
for all the answers,
that my questions longed for.

maybe, i should've not tried
to find the answers,
but to just sit down,
and think,
that i,
am the only one,
who answers all the
questions i've asked.
this was so random, but hopefully someone will understand what i mean. I am not good at poetry, but i try to make it look clean. My choice of words are very boring, but please do understand that i am trying. (this rhymed, and no, i did not make that on purpose **** might post that ***)

-jia m
Sovit Pokhrel Jun 2020
Does normal have a definition ?
Or
Is it all, just perception ?
Quit forcing your opinion on others.
whats normal for you might not be for them.
Live and let live.
Mister J Jun 2020
Been going down this stream
Of chaos and uncertainties
What destination will I come upon?
Where will my paper boat take me?
E Jun 2020
The world is so big and I am so small
At some point in my life, I'll find meaning
The trees and the mountains are so tall
Sometimes we all just want to dance and sing

The question's in the air, I can't pop it
Am I real or just a simulation?
Sometimes I just want to say,"Ugh, stop it!"
Go on and live my life in this nation

For now my questions will not be answered
Oh well, I guess I can do other things
Sometimes in our lives, we need more than words
To express all of these crazy feelings

I don't know how to say,"I am sorry"
But I do know how to make good stories
But
Am actually hurt
But its a good pain
I shouldn't have expected more
But I still love you
Why is there always a but?
Frannie Jun 2020
Why does the heart easily forgive what the mind can't erase?

Why can't the head block out memories of the love that's been replaced?

Why can't the body forget the warmth of your embrace?
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