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M Solav Mar 2022
There is a god for every thing
There is a god for every thought
There is a god for every spring
There is a god for every drought

I walk amidst their creeping shadows
Swim in the deeps, crawl in the shallows

There is a boat for every sea
And there's a buoy for drowning men

But there ain’t
One god.

There is a crown on every being
There is a staff in every hand
It doesn’t matter what you have seen
It only matters now where you stand

I walk amidst their flickering shadows
Bask in the breeze, dance in tornadoes

There are birds for every wind
And there are wings for broken men

But there ain't
One god.
Written on January 23th, 2022.


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neth jones Mar 2022
combined effort
      moonlight, trees, autumn breeze
  form bobbing shadows
a humorous theatre
     mocks my solitary mood
Notes For 00001 01... made into a poem

looning

moon lumin with the breeze
cutting out uglies
cookie dough shadows
wailing hands in the trees
leaves clipped from the earth
cursed in rebirth before the projector
recurring all this wit and tangle
strangulates my solitary mood
and pensive strides
breaks my face into mirth
mad-mad impractical and inefficient
life complimenting simian laughter

MARK (poem)
MARK (notes)
POSSIBLE Feb 2022
I believe I foretold it would be as thus:    
Solar skylinẽ̶̱̫̽s̴͚͖͖̑̿̈́ ̴̨̊̆͘ͅ and s̴͚͖͖̑̿̈́hadow folk    

Just enough control    
to forgo the infinite scroll    

Solar skylines  and corner-f̶̟̾̒ở̴̰͉l̴̩̻̖̈́̇̏k̶̼̠̟͐̽̆
Inf̸̞̈́̀̆î̵̥͉͈̎͝n̵̲̜͋͋ite threads left in water soak    

I /̸̧̨͑͝ Ain't no Slow’bro    
That's just my flơ̶̡̞̦̗̇̇͑ẃ̷̧͉̠̰͛ bro...    

It's the courage to carve r̴͝ͅe̶͖̅a̶̻̍l̷͕̀ity    
Rather than be carved by it tho’ bro    
    
BỎ̴̝B: "Alexander, what is time? "    
He asked me slyly every time.    

I spent a lifetime both dreading and looking forward to his question
.
.Every description failed pri̸͈͋me.    
No absolute, just a c̶o̷n̵s̴t̴r̵u̶c̶t̴ ̶ ̶ ̸ ̴ ̸

We cli̸̹̜͋m̴̡͓̓b̵͈̈́ě̶̢̮͝d̸̼͙͗ in crime.   
 
What is time, nothing without a life to live it.    
What is time, sloughing about applied too timid    

What is time? Food for Kã̶̤̾l̶̪̣̒i, blood-drenched goddess
Drinking wine tapped off the barrel of entropy    

What is time? Pa̴͈̎r̵̢̹̂t̵̝͈̤͆̾icle configurations are a matter of choice, a voice to awareness, a song sung in rareness, a vibe of there-ness and where-ness, all of which unite the tribe like an Heiress.  

Time is saying it b̸͙̪̱̃̃e̴͔͊gins, but also en̶̰̬̽ds
but is it a process or event?    

What is time, another moment we call our own
'till the supreme eagle gapes its mouth and eats our ex̴̪̠̂̑͘p̸̟̎̚erience?  

If we are ******* with time, then that's our time. But if we can separate what we are from the vine of our experience, can we stay conscious when it ends?   ....can we...
Stay conscious...
can...
we... 

What took you so long?  
  




.̶̫͉̼͓͎̉̋̀̀̀͐̅̒̿̆́͗̈͑̂̌̎̈́̑̄̑͋̏̆̉͝͝ ̷̧̧̧̨͕̻̱̮̘̲̦͉̪̘̦̺͔̰̤̮̒̾͛́͂̀̔̀̑̌͌̏͌̈́̄̅̉͐̇̏̊͛̈͌͘͝͝ ̷̨̧̧̨̜̲̙̜͇͎͇̦̞̩̼̲̒̊͛͒̌̀̾͑̒͊̀̈́͜͝ ̷̡̢̩͍͔̠̭̭͎̗̐́̊̿ͅT̸͇͖͖͍̝͖͔̟̲̤͐͒̄̒̿͋̃̂͂̅̾͂̂͆̔̒̀͊͌̌͆͛̾̋͐̍͑̓̃̂͑̄̎͒͘͜͝­̠̭i̷͎͂̽̀͗͋͑̈̄͂̈́̓͐͂̅͋̇̈́̍́̓͗͒͊̽̉́̉̃͂͘͠͝m̴̡̢̖͕̝̪̱͎̫̺͓͍͚̲̞̪̗̯͕͎̯̹͊̀̈̓­̧̟̼̳͚̗̘̹͉̘͔e̷̡̛̜̗̞̣̳̙̪̣͌̒̇̇̐̈́͗̿͠.̶̫͉̼͓̉̋̀̀̀͐̅̒̿̆́͗̈͑̂̌̎̈́̑̄̑͋̏̆̉͝͝­͎ ̵̡̹͎̟̗̺̦͓͍̓̈͊̔́̃̽̔͛̍̏̚͝ ̵̡̧̨̡̧̺͈̠̼̪̜̟̻͇̬̲͈͉̻͇͖̩͙̹̜̣̠̗̻͓͕̯̗̳̳̣̫̼̱͔̂̿͐̍̈́̾͌̃̊͛̉̄͑̎͑̈͂́͘͘̕͜͜͝­ ̷̧̧̧̨͕̻̱̮̘̲̦͉̪̘̦̺͔̰̤̮̒̾͛́͂̀̔̀̑̌͌̏͌̈́̄̅̉͐̇̏̊͛̈͌͘͝͝ ̷̨̧̧̨̜̲̙̜͇͎͇̦̞̩̼̲̒̊͛͒̌̀̾͑̒͊̀̈́͜͝ ̷̡̢̩͍͔̠̭̭͎̗̐́̊̿ͅ





For me it was Time    
that took so long  

a lifetime
mining my mind. 
   
At least it Took time  
to not mind mine.  

To bring up treasure that shines    
like E̸̡͚̩̹̗̟̱͙̣̩̬͕̜̯͖̩̬̜̭̖͔̰̤͕͚̱͛̂̈̈́̓ȋ̸̡̨̙̹̟͊̐̄̉̊͛ͅn̴͌̆̾͗͌̀͌̊̂̂͒̽̇͘͠­̰̹͕͔̪̹͈̅͋͛̌͂̈́͠͝stein’s Smile,    



taking a sideline  
with  ̸̛͚̙͇͛̇͒̋͊̇̏́́͑ë̵͖̘͓͖͍́͂̅̓́̚͜͝ equals an mc with a divi̵̡̟̹̲͔͖̩̎̆̍ͅn̷̢̼̠̻̓̄͑̌̈̑͂̏̓͝e mind  
drinking fine wine  in the right mind smoking pine, pine    

Got Stuck on the timeline  
wondering if society Light shine  

on the white line more than the black minds making dried vines  

or if I'm too privileged; Bl̸̡̾̾̑̾indsided by the limelight .   

I know I am here to hold a mirror
2reflect a rainbow so vibrant
even blind mice gonna feel this ~Allied line~    

This clock of mine, each thought tick tocked along.
No puppy mind, no funny kind,
just me reminding with weary mind,

that together in this moment

we just made a song while Stuck in Divine Grime,
Scared Oc̷̫͉̔t̴̶̸̷̷̷̶̶̶̴̵̷̵̶̶̷̴̸͚̱̝̠̾̀̋̎̾͑̈̇̆͐͘͘ơ̶͉͎͔̮̻̳̻̤͓̥̥̈̀̓̃͆́͆gon­ the Study Guide.

It's the courage to carve reality    
Rather than being carved by it  

Solar skylines  and corner-folk  


Infinite threads left in the w̴̺̘̗̜̪̣͎͚͉̺̰̹͊̌̑̋͆͂̈ͅā̴̛̩̳̩̝̞̳͋̒͒̌͆̇̅̀̈̔̈̂̓͘̕͝͝͠t̶̅̏͗͑͛̍̋̃͒̃͐̑̾­̡̨̛̹̳͇̗̦̣͍̋̎̄̀́̕͝e̴̡̧̱̻̫̰̮̘̼̼̖̱͚͇̋͆̈́̂̋̏́͐̀͊͂͒̕ͅȓ̷̡̢̲͈̺̫̗͓̈́͛͊͑ ̵̼̻̘̹̞̫̠̬̤̬̜̲̰͇̊̈́̒͝ͅs̷͍̙͉̟̦̯̹̯̘͑͒̑̌̎̓̍̆̅̾o̷̡̦̱̖͉̹͕̭̓̎̑́̓̈́̾̚̕͝͝a̴̛­̡̧̞͖̙͚̦̩͎̙̬̣̻̼͔͖̙̹̖̀͜ͅǩ̸̡̢̡̨̻͇̫͍̜̤̯͇͓͓̗̻͖̭̤̪͋̐͝͠ ̶͖̃͝ ̷̢̢̧̡̛̲̥̦͍̼͎̲͈͙̞͋́͂̅̎̀̀̐̾̒͒͜͝ͅͅ ̸̨͇͇̞̮͑ͅ ̵͕̰̩̲̗̄͒̌̑̈́̔͌̋̅͒̅̃͐́̈́̉̌̅͘͜͠
and I still don't have the answer
Time is motion with Memory//What then is time, if no one ask of me I know, If I wish to explain to him who asks I know not.---st. Augustine Not a single article has ever been published begins with a definition of time, yet mathematical physics has placed almost all of its eggs in this one basket. Not one scholar can define this basic term...SDOF
Nigdaw Jan 2022
where shadows fall
another world ignites
flaming in my brain
monsters crawl
product of a fertile mind
and I run screaming
but I can never escape
because they are in me
OnlyEggy Nov 2021
I hold onto the wedge the divides
My expert hands move swift
Trim the shadows
Keep what's lit
The brightness never subsides

Shadowy figures reach on the edges, sublime
Yet my expert hands move swift
Trimming the shadows
Keeping what's lit
Staving the darkness with each divide

The hours grow longer as time moves by
Heavy expert hands pushing so swift
Trim the shadows
Ignoring what's lit
Deafening minutes let their silence fly

Time hugs the shadows, by-the-by
The hands of time move swift
Ushering the shadows
Trimming what's lit
Flickering the light in Mind's eye

Shadows manifest despite my efforted try
Exhaustion moves swift
Depression forms the shadows
Flickering the lit
Mild panic rises as each emotion does die

Simple sleep be the answer; and yet, as I lie
My thoughts move swift
While I trim the shadows
And keep what's lit
Mournfully watching hours flicker on by
JKirin Oct 2021
Don't be scared in the face of darkness.
Let it cloak you inside its blankets.
There is nothing to see nor to hear
in this numbing cocoon - it's safe here.

Fear the light - it deceives, it blinds,
Lures you in with its warmth, but hides
gravest dangers right in the shallows.
Where there's light there're always shadows.

When a shadow crawls, reaches for you
It's too late to run. Your fate is doomed.
about hidden dangers and unexpected comforts
Ira Desmond Oct 2021
Seasons change
and daylight burns
and shadows move
across the world,

and if you yourself
don't move as well,
those shadows may
pass over you.

If you yourself
don't move as well,
those shadows may
pass over you.
lua Sep 2021
wind chimes in early morning breeze
the sizzle of shadows
from the blazing sun
kisses my skin
all sticky from sweat and heat
i twitch
the whites of my eyes are painted with tears
take a step
and jump
plunge myself into the blue
and bathe in the grey afternoon clouds
til i wait
for the sunset.
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