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Spicy Digits Oct 17
Mother gaia, recycling queen

Stitches old bodies and fashions trees

These souls that travel around blue earth

In fractal beauty birthed and rebirthed

My Spanish life was short but rich

They knew me as the bejeweled enchantress

An african lot was bestowed in time

I danced a primal dance and became the divine

A boy of sadness for this whole life

A muddy battlefield became my demise

Now cutting through island overgrowth

I forage for food for my pregnant wife.
Deepali Oct 8
"CHOICE" 💬 🦟
What you see is not what it is...
So what it is, might not be as its been seen.
"Now close your eyes and let the body rests where it wants."

What if our head is not the thinking factory or are you ready to make a new factory?
But, this time no source of eye rolls
and you will see your legs are also
thinking souls.👁

This time thinking is no longer
than, 1second tip tap tip...
hence,
it starts tapping its way to next direction
which is left and there goes the
right behind...
Like your feets giving you the way to make it stay...
to the journey of this nector you pour which is insane.

Unfortunately 🕳
Its time to rethink the steps we take
on the shows we should ignore,
when we loose our mind's
game roll..👁
Yes? the 1sec power makes your way. . .
Or
is it the 10sec beat droped in your vain...  "CHOICE"🦟
Choice is always yours let the decision be not made by legs when 1sec  thought slip goes greater than the 10sec thought process you try to achieve to follow it for the good paths.
ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the skulls arranged in strange ordered rows.

Who knows whose owners might have beheaded peers,
packed tightly here
despite once repellent hate?
Here weaponless, they stand, in this gentled state.

These arms and hands, they once were so delicate!
How articulately
they moved! Ah me!
What athletes once paced about on these padded feet?

Still there’s no hope of rest for you, lost souls!
Deprived of graves,
forced here like slaves
to occupy this overworld, unlamented ghouls!

Now who’s to know who loved one orb here detained?
Except for me;
reader, hear my plea:
I know the grandeur of the mind it contained!

Yes, and I know the impulse true love would stir
here, where I stand
in this alien land
surrounded by these husks, like a treasurer!

Even in this cold,
in this dust and mould
I am startled by an a strange, ancient reverie, …
as if this shrine to death could quicken me!

One shape out of the past keeps calling me
with its mystery!
Still retaining its former angelic grace!
And at that ecstatic sight, I am back at sea ...

Swept by that current to where immortals race.
O secret vessel, you
gave Life its truth.
It falls on me now to recall your expressive face.

I turn away, abashed here by what I see:
this mould was worth
more than all the earth.
Let me breathe fresh air and let my wild thoughts run free!

What is there better in this dark Life than he
who gives us a sense of man’s divinity,
of his place in the universe?
A man who’s both flesh and spirit—living verse!

Keywords/Tags: Goethe, Schiller, skull, bones, charnel, house, grave, souls, ghosts, spirit, flesh, death, shrine, divinity, universe
Meisiekind Aug 31
Almost spring in the air!
Been more than a year.
Beginning was at ease!
But never thought longer will get so much harder.

Yearning to be close together...  
Once again I realize you can never run from your soulmate..
None could took you place...
So stuck in you mind.
You can even feel their soar without seeing each other...
Ripping pieces from heart.
Even to breath feels to hard.

It's like you sitting next to me.
I can only feel you trembling around.
Running through my head.
Daniel Sep 17
Cat in the window, are you a kindred soul?
Are you dreaming of the trees and the life that they hold?

Can you hear the insects scream in the dark as it grows cold? If you could, would you break free and leave all that you know?

Cat in the window, are you a kindred soul?
I saw you dreaming of the breeze, and the grass stuck in your fur.

We're both just watching as the leaves turn orange and then disperse. Are we sharing the same dream of exploring this green earth?

Cat in the window, I think we're kindred souls.
We both look at the stars at night and dream of things untold.

I hope you find joy in this life and peace inside your soul. I pray that earth may hold you tight when you've passed beyond your mold.
A poem I wrote contemplating my neighbor's cat as it stared at the trees out the window at night.
I think my soul hates me
I think my soul loves you
And it rips my insides to streads for keeping you two apart
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I am not attached to whatever what our ending looks like
Or what are our goals
I am attached to
The bonding we have between our immortals souls.....
To our love that sprinkles life
And empowers us from within
As long as our life scrolls.....
Love is what makes us feel
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