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Ocean: When you are legendary

Utopia of lost Atlantis
Sunken city asleep
Under pillars of larimars
Plato’s wisdom once bestowed
Untold magic and sacred stones

A surge of madness, whips of rain
Battling down the hull of a boat
From beneath the profound chaos
The Kraken, furious, emerges
The ship is wrecked, turned into dust!

Ocean: When you are awe-ful

A breeze flows, ***** sea gloats!
What a beautiful mess- debris floats
With a quest for vengeance
Opposing swells are relentless
Casting spells on the defenseless

The ocean is endless, it's stupendous
Guarded by deep clouds - tremendous
Dreams drown staring at these clouds
Feels proud, someone from the deep down
A half-asleep Kraken screams loud

Ocean: When you are ritualistic

Fresh and salty energetic waves
Diving the dreamer into a megalopolis
Of scaled goddesses performing a ballet
Invited to a very cruel and festive banquet
Colorful, an aquatic aurora borealis of blood

In which the mythical mermaid sings
Skimming her *******, a pendant of aquamarine
She is Pacific, lustrous and libertine
Her voice enchanting the remotest sea-temple
On the surface, the waters suddenly turned red

Ocean: When you are watery hell

On the horizon, the wide blue yonder scribbled
A storm surge, the dreamer lost urge
Hope purged and dwindled, waves got stained
Silently an atrocious maelstrom wiggled
There the sea-temple stood naked and belittled

Resonating to the sound of an unheard curse
From the inside of the mermaid's purse
An enigma, a blank verse - unfathomable
Making the deep not amicable yet diverse
The ocean is inhabitable still, unnavigable

Written between December 17, 2019 and January 17, 2020
Cc Jordan Rains and cc Appoline Romanens
amber Jan 2020
you are lit up
and so far way
you cannot see
my light
is burnt out
John McCafferty Jan 2020
Light haired
Light hearted
Bright and mighty
Energy never leaves
See you on the other side
I'll use your force
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Colm Jan 2020
I pray my pen
Flows not with think
But with spirit embodied
As there is more to impress
In the ink of Christ
Than there ever was or will be
In this expression of me
My life is mere reflection in a silver coin. Here one hour. Gone the next. See ya round.
Colm Jan 2020
Everywhere I go, unseen
The prevailing narrative being
"I could not speak to he"

Tall and menacing
Quiet and stern
So well and in his pace, to flee

Looking quietly past the height of me
And quickly away by chance
But you

In passing with a scrolling spree
I adore when you can read as this
I adore when you see me
In sight, see
ATILA Jan 2020
We are astronouts of mind
landing on each others’ moon
just to discover the beauty
behind those distinct craters.

We are astronouts of soul
reaching to each others’ star
to divulge the perfect imperfection
lying from those twinkle.

After attaining in the new dimension
Your eyes are locked on mine
So that I can perceive vast galaxy
instead of just pupils.

And when you smile at me
every ounce of my breath
floats like midnight smoke
that refuses to vanish.
A little throwback with some sense of feeling.
Erik Luo Jan 2020
It is easy
to see separation
To feel the pain of existence
and ignore the pain of others
To see people as something other than you
To be something other than them

It is easy
to look at others
as wolf look at prey
To treat others
as an animal to its food
To ignore what our heart is telling us
And act with fear and suffering

The living is seeking
the forgiveness
of those who are dead
And asking to be permitted
to live without guilt
Not knowing that creating suffering
through the desire to end suffering
will only lead to the endless repeat
of more suffering
for the self and others

If only we can look deeply
And feel our being in our heart
Feel the love we have
So much love that we can conquer anything

It is easy
to see separation
because we are all there is
But perhaps
we are moving
with the path of god
to learn to love

to see unity
over separation
to be what we desire so deeply
to love each other
without limits or fear

The reality of things
Is that it is all love
Even the worst crime or sin
was done through the desire for more love

If only we see this
And we do
We just don't know it yet...
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