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oceanic feeling echoing throughout my house
while tripping over my plaid pajama pants
and the soles of my feet rejuvenated by the hot concrete
The Sun stopped shining in the middle of the day
The ancient tribe panicked, a cry of dismay
Aztecs afraid of divine displeasure
Grabbed one young ****** for a ****** counter-measure
Her heart taken out, beating and warm
Priests chanted their prayers so the gods would be calmed
Suddenly, outside, the light was once more
The priest rejoiced, yet the were stricken to the core
To appease their gods, ten more virgins were grabbed
A horrific image painted with crimson red
of recent days
the solar panels
and wind turbines
couldn't ALLEVIATE
the cold indoor climes

thereby causing the folks
of Texas to freeze
under the many inches
of thick snow

how they all hankered
for that old fashioned
coal generated
which would ALLEVIATE
the boreal conditions
Jordan Gee Oct 2020
Breathe Steady 10.29.20
go forth then, unto God and his Glory, abounding and rejoicing in the power and peace of that holy dwelling place.
abide, therefore, forever in the Love and in the Light.
-sayeth  the channelings, sayeth the distorted mask,
sayeth that through which sound passes.-

sons and daughters of the Earth who bathe in the waters
drawn of love/light/wisdom in the bathhouse of
the higher densities and inner planes.
Bath waters of golden white light, brilliant in a
radial pouring forth of tangible understanding and freewill.
scarcely can such energy be described in so
cumbersome a language, charming as it endeavors to be.
underwhelming must the emotions evoked be
in comparison with the All Glory of experience of
that which is spoken of.
the death ****** of the fire-bird serves as its own
inoculum and womb; two ends of a terminus
in polarity.

I activate in order to combine,
dwindling dread.
I seal the upswing of trans-dimensional laughter,
with the everyday tone of exodus.
I am guided by the advent of thermals.
-I am a solar riptide, surf me-

and then time slowed way down.
the semi trucks were like great sea mammals with
their whale calls and slow passage by the flanks.
“Who are you?”
“I am the Kalachakra.”
“Did you hear that?” (hushed tones, hands cover the phone.)
I was quite close to the illusion of Death.
The opaque specter, shaking and rumbling the very
fabric of the matrix about me.
wavering not within the sinkhole of indifference lest my terror turn manifest.
I’ve risen from a pillar of salt,
I’ll rise from the embers next.
post bufo alvaris
Moonchild Aug 2020
The face of tomorrow
might be
the last of my sight
for the world;
and when my pain
ends today
then how could I ever feel
the love of one's presence
who might save me
from the eclipse that is passing,
from a story of lachrymose?
Maria Etre Jul 2020
The hardest thing is migrating
from being the sun in one solar system
to another
it's a whole different universe
Celine Ngo Jun 2020
i am the moon
all my life, i've yearned for the stars
it took me so long to learn
the stars were oh so far
and burned out oh so quick.

perhaps their light reflecting off me
was what appealed to me
or perhaps it was the hot, fiery passion
but everyone knows a raging match
burns out the fastest.

you are my planet.
i hope you are the earth,
so that i can be your only moon.
i never expected it to be you,
but now that i'm touched by your beauty
it makes me want to close the distance soon.

yet our lives orbit in rotation
and only words can be our demonstration
i love you, you are my planet and i am your moon. ♥
may 2019 before the solar system collapsed
jee Jun 2020
the celestial bodies may crash

and burn the sight from my eyes.

but I see you in my mind:

dancing through the galaxy.

and that gives me the right to eternity.

the black holes may swallow

and leave my chest hollow and dusted.

but I hear you in my head.

your voice carries across the empty nothing

and that gives me the right to eternity.

the universe may protest.

implode on itself.


but I can feel you, despite it all:

you’re made of thousands of years behind you.

you run on rocket fuel and pure moonlight.

you live among fragments of time past;

stardust, spaceships, and singularities.

you chose me to hold your solar systems and make sure they orbit.

so I’ll ignore the meteor showers and the wormholes

and cherish our interstellar dust.

because I hold the right to eternity

and I am a space to be reckoned with.
you can't take my right to eternity; I want to see you try. part three of the andromeda series.
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