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StarBloom Nov 2018
I believe in true Love,
there is no doubt of its eternal exuberant existence amongst the field in which I feel.
I acknowledge it through its fibers that intertwine with every aspect of the divine.
I see true Love,
for every connection of the violet fire that I breathe,
transforms transmutes transcends me.
The love is true,
there’s no denying such a thing.
The only illusion would be pretending..
That it’s existence is ending.
Never blinded by Love,
Love allowed me to See.
Only blinded by the attachment of what could be.
It already is, Infinity.
Why when a connection is in the cycle of completion, do we try and tell ourselves that the Love was never True?
I feel it in this now,
it’s as true as anything.
But my truth is ever changing,
and I am acknowledging my source of love of life updating.
I thank the eternal presence, that killed me, and awakened me.
For Love is shape shifting me.
Andrew Rueter Oct 2018
I was once aerial
Before my burial
In this scary hole
Where the stereo
Swears me no
Peace will be found
So I eat with the hounds
Ignoring the sounds
Of thunder clouds

Meat falls off the bone
In my carnivorous home
Where the treacherous tone
Keeps me alone
Deep in a zone
As a dreaming drone
Like a sleeping stone
In the dark unknown

A shift is coming
Of different drumming
Which may be stunning
After I’ve been running
With rabid hunting
Problem punting
Predators stunting
Like they are my proud pet
Needing money for the vet
Calling in a debt
That had never been set

Can I shake off the rust
And quickly adjust?
Surely I must
Before I’m dust
I will escape the cow herd
I shared with cowards
Wielding halberds
Against those with valor
And join the flock of seagulls
Running far away from evil
That holds me like an easel
I’ll wriggle free like a weasel
Thwarting devouring beetles

This is the test
This is living life
So I’ll do my best
To overcome strife
Which sounds trite
Because it’s right
Achieving flight
Is living in light
Granting sight
To fight polite
Against the night

I must go through evolution
To be part of the revolution
That finds humanity’s solutions
Instead of part of the problem
Never being able to solve them
cleann98 Mar 2019
here..
counting the  
rhythym  
of passing            
heartbeats
chasing      
fleeting  
car seats.        
everything      
r      
e                
d                        
drifting...
this has been sitting in my drafts kinda too long now and it took me a while looking at this to say that this is already a complete poem. i hope.

a little fitting right? sometimes the things we keep chasing all turn out as red lights in the end...
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
I am counting every breezy day
Waiting to feel the smile of May
I watch and enjoy seasons fight
For dominance night after long night

Heavy lies the weight of Spring
While Summer is harnessing
Warmth to pull us out of suspense
Away from the sun's negligence

Shadows mill uneasily about
Leaving traces of shade and chill throughout
Foiling Spring's clever plan
Disappointing woman and man

The shift in weather nearly complete
Children soon will run with bare feet
Snow is melting, no longer white
Summer is just within my sight.
Written 4-19-12
Mystic Ink Plus Jun 2018
Last night
I counted stars up to 3 millions

Now, it’s your turn
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Be responsible
Gabriel burnS May 2018
I hadn’t spoken for so long
a tiny spider had moved in
at the corner of my mouth
eating my words

my tongue laying limp like a
slain dragon at the bottom of the cave
like a king who passed away right there
on his throne having given the last order

my arms almost as still as uncontested borders
only palms carry out maneuvers
and fingers patrol the manifestation of expressions
commanded by thought fibers
like puppet soldiers

and the lines in the sand are words
born of themselves
telltale heartstrings stalking now the realm
just outside the eye orbit
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