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Nicholas Mar 2020
I left the pack
Cause of too many whispers
And all of the filters.
You want the listeners
And I want the strippers
They are not prisoners
They are practitioners
Unlike you “thinkers”
You gossip like sisters.
Talking **** in your slippers
And all I hear are whimpers
From all these high up sinners
Reading made up scriptures.
Colm Jan 2020
Clever call me not
Late to truth perhaps so worth
never without thought
Chances are if they overthink. You can trust what they say about you. Not always. But often. (:
Äŧül Sep 2019
Its oil lit up by tiny sparks,
The night lamp in the corner glows.

Its light fills up this room,
The love flower is waiting to bloom.

The noise is from the loom,
Its expression will mute the gloom.
My HP Poem #1774
©Atul Kaushal
Venus Star Mar 2019
is it real, to be lying in the yellow meadows
beneath the willow trees
in our own worlds
colliding
metaphorically

is it too good to be true?
in this cosmos
to be dreaming about a willow tree
in a yellow meadow

a simple thought
a pen in my hand
a thought in my head
i wonder what ill dream up next

~the poetry enigma
Elizabeth Zenk Mar 2019
intoxicate the lively soul with lies
the obedient will stay grounded,
and the thinkers they shall then pulverize

for mindless madness drifts
falsehoods become candid
and society rifts

nobody knows the bucolic
so humanity must be
holometabolic

so when bumblebees eat their kin  
and butterflies drink blood
i’ll engage in our guilt sin

insecticide
suicide
They clip your wings
so you cannot fly from
this place.
So you can never reach space.
Astral Jan 2019
The night is here.
But in some way,
We are not.
It's almost as if sometimes,
Just sometimes,
We begin to feel as though maybe,
We aren't viewing the same stars,
That there are an infinite number to choose from.

And though thy are in thought,
You still avoid the thoughts,
Of how small you are in this vast universe,
And that maybe you and I,
Are not seeing the same stars.
That perspective is all and everything.
That no,
That beautiful blue star you see so brightly,
Among the millions of others,
Only seems to catch my eye for a moment.
A fleeting glimpse of what would be,
Could be,
Can be,
Won't be.

Yet still dreamers dream,
Thinkers think,
And sleepers sleep.
Because all in all,
Not everything will have some deeper meaning,
Some great devotion,
Some unknown message
That is screaming itself from the rooftops and the mountains.
That maybe a poem is just that,
A string of words with seemingly poetic rhythm.

So as time continues moving,
And 4D creatures in a 3D world continue breathing,
May we all continue counting stars that are in the past,
And continue breathing the air that's been with us for centuries,
And continue writing seemingly meaningful poetry,
With strange endings.
So just keep on writing
Sean Achilleos May 2018
When you enter the garden of life you will find many different shapes and sizes
The colours of the rainbow live therein
Violet blue daffodils and the blood red rose of love
Yellow, pink and orange are all around
Some trees stand so lofty they almost scrape the sky
Others grow happily in the shade of the taller trees
The velvet green lawn unfolds like a giant sized carpet
And highlights its surroundings as a backdrop to a stage
Considering that we are all just actors on a stage after all
No man can deny another his place in the sun
The tree can not tell the flower to uproot itself and grow elsewhere
The rose is fragile and fragrant
The cactus is rugged and requires almost no care
As one of these flowers in this garden
So we are all different from one another
Yet we all derive from one source
With the knowledge of all-ness comes the greater wholeness
Written by Sean Achilleos
2013©
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Sean Achilleos Apr 2018
I know that people were created to live together in Love and harmony
Regardless of their skin colour, beliefs or ****** orientation
But do they? Do we?
Somewhere the master plan was interrupted and a lie was born
I believe in a power called Love
Love is light and light is God
Which I believe is the highest source of energy
But people will always have their difference of opinion
I also recognize that there is a lot that we don’t know
And things are not always the way they seem
Don’t believe everything you’ve been told or taught
Even teachers were taught at some point in time
And if the wrong things were taught to the teachers to teach
Then the system is unauthentic
People will try to convince each other of who is right
So they create a war and **** as many innocent people as possible
And they call this a victory
I believe that when we transition from this world to the next level
We will come into full knowledge which will result in Love
The same way that complete Love results in complete knowledge
The transformation of moving from the flesh to the spirit
Means moving from the darkness to the light
Moving from a condition where there was once a lack of knowledge
To a circumstance of full knowledge
Then we will know LOVE
Written by Sean Achilleos
2015©
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Sky Apr 2018
look, you're
overthinking.
again.

let's try this for once,
ok?

just a simple
exercise

just try
try not thinking, just--

--up, you just thought! just--

--hey you thought again, how about--

--you just--

--wait stop--

--hey st--

S T O P  I T !
thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthi­nkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink...
real struggles
Note: Dedicated to all that struggle with impossible thoughts


And I decay, decay, decay, decay…

It’s wasteful for me to sit, I think.
So long, so frequent, so young, so sick.
As language fails,
Time prevails,
And I decay, decay, decay, decay…

The birds don’t care, that’s for sure.
Carry on good birds! Spare no thought for...
My life! My soul! My mood! My needs!
Your life's all mapped out. Mother Nature’s decree.

It’s wasteful for me to dream, I think.
So light, so free, so sparse, so quick,
As thoughts go unsaid,
I choose sleep, choose bed,
And I decay, decay, decay, decay…

Hello Autumn, what do you bring with you today?
Another years ending? Leaves that won’t stay?
Goodbye’s are hard, well that’s universally true,
But hello’s are beautiful! You bring those too.

It’s wasteful for me to think, I think.
So much, so hard, so bleak, so deep.
My days…
they come, they blend, they pass
And I decay, decay, decay, decay...

Oh old stars, give me a sign.
You exist, but how?! From where do you shine ?
You’re impossible, wonderful, present and true,
I’m here! I can see you! Do you see me too?
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