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preston Oct 9
the forming of substance 07
Stephan W

Radiance.


Within the void  are
the greatest mysteries of the universe,
as matter and anti-matter clash;
only to create a newfound energy..
un-owned, unaccountable, unconcerned--
the energy emerging from the clash negates itself
through mutual annihilation; leading to an increase
of space between what it is that is lit; and in
the accelerated rate of expansion of this space,
Illuminated/illuminating  matter takes on the risk
of being removed from participatory perception,
or better said-- to a place beyond retrieve..

and so it is also-
within the void of space that exists within us;
the galaxy-within--
ever-swinging in polarity between the gravity-pull
of illuminating/illuminated substance,
and the ever-distancing properties of
an unowned, unlit space...
dark Energy-- a repulsive force,
attempting to quantify the space between
all that truly matters--
yes.. creating space,
and therefore more room
for it to engage into its ever-increasing
chaotic activity.. quantitatively participating in
its fine art of distraction, dilution
and extortion of time
through nothing other than the negation of matter,
and therefore, the negation of potentiality--
of substance, and so also
the transmission of light.. luminosity:

      parts within the heart, lit up with
      and by the infusion of our own spirits,
      through the beautiful act of volition,

of which, the countless galaxies in the universe
exist as a type, given.. (what-if)...
if only to encourage us through amazing,
mesmerizing example--
surrounded, each.. by a circumference of support
of the dark matter of potentiality--
providing the gravity of containment,
solely in and through its belief in its own possibility,
giving way to its utter inability to deny itself to
what has become already lit,
becoming then.. not only a defining part of the galaxy,
but also a gravitational-formed hedge of protection
against the everpull-entropy of the repulsive force--
of all that is unaccountable-
in its velocity-based separation from volition.


      And, so it is with the universe,
      so, also.. the universe-within;
      Having left its glass-globe sphere,

      this spirit-centered cosmos
      now unfolds, within skin.


A greater value there can never be shown--
than, that the whole universe would be created
as to be an encouragement/celebration
for even one single soul.

xoxo
09/25/17
preston May 17

And it was at that time.. in group..
when I realized that I had attained
enough healing, and could now enter
back into the normal   every day, world
that I looked back at her..
she.. who I had struggled alongside in
the trenches with for over two years
now-- each of us struggling just to hold
on.. in a crazy, ****** up world, that
just did not care

Yet still, she struggled to hold on to
who she was-- her spirit, coming and
going at will, as she attempted to deal
with the depths of her trauma..
her beautiful blue eyes, turning to dull
grey in those Ichabod-like moments,
when there was nothing left,  

but complete emptiness.

And as I announced that I was leaving
the group, she gasped..  I saw those
beautiful blues  go grey-- her small
hands, reaching for me..
her once, cherub-like face, now ashen
and tear soaked,  quietly pleading..

and it was at that moment, that I sat
back down-- putting back on once
again, death's skin.. all past dreams of
normalcy, fading away in to her grey..

the color, blue.. the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen..

Procedamus in pace
In nomine Christi, Amen

*** angelis et pueris
Fideles inveniamur

Attollite portas, principes, vestras
Et elevamini, portae aeternales
Et introibit rex gloriae
Qius est iste Rex glorie?

Sade, dis-moi
Sade, donne-moi

Procedamus in pace
In nomine Christi, Amen

Sade, dis-moi
Qu'est-ce que tu vas chercher?
Le bien par le mal
La vertu par le vice
Sade, dis-moi, pourquoi l'évangile a du mal?
Quelle est ta religion, où sont tes fidèles?
Si tu es contre Dieu, tu es contre l'Homme

Sade, es-tu diabolique ou divin?

Sade, dis-moi
Hosanna

Sade, donne-moi
Hosanna

Sade, dis-moi
Hosanna

Sade, donne-moi
Hosanna
In nomine Christi, Amen

https://youtu.be/HHdylh210Ho

a forever  of no regrets
lunademiere May 2019
I am the flower of untouched perceptibility, the unique breed nobody could ever find in any imposing gardens. Do not chase to haunt me and the richness of my petals’ sap if you are not a holy breed of spirit as I might wither and get my seeds of knowledge scratched in your unjust volition. I am the pearl, the mermaid chain of blushing moon tides.
Dead Rose One Aug 2017
consciously, willfully, I wish it

quietly the Sunday, the sun day, drifts toward,
in its natural game, set, overmatched,
the foregone conclusion, nightfall diminishment

the water songfully swishes,
as the tide departs for places unknown, this then, now
the only natural authorized aural apparition,
the power boats renounce their normal noisy conditioning,
honoring their silenced, under-sail brethren,
as well as admitting their noises disfigure
the fast approaching majesty of the end of
our summer seasoning of humanity

consciously, willfully, I wish it

once again, lush is the quietude,^
now given up, surrendered and surceased to wonder,
how come I to write of these moments so oft,
thenever-ending quest to re-inscribe it on my sensibilities,
in vainglorious hopes that this stamping will last, be the last,
see me through the turgid frigidity of my Lucifer life,
come the fall, the winter, the early dark,
the daylight's brevity, the hurricane season of the mind,
that...need I say more?

consciously, willfully, I wish it

the particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand,
shall stay in place,  be the capstone of my summer living vision,
become permanent part and parcel
of the sclera, the white of my eyes, and when
I will write, soon enough,
my vision white weeping clouded,
you will weep knowingly, sympathetically

consciously, willfully,
I wish for that as well*

8/27/17
6:35pm
Mike Rollain Apr 2016
I've never believed
In stars, the fire burns within
Defiance, freedom
PrttyBrd Oct 2014
There are choices to make and*  choices  that make  **you
92713
Frank Ruland Aug 2014
I swear to God if I had a dime
Every time I've heard that line
There wouldn't be a reason why
That I'd be here making rhymes
Would be so rich that I could die.

Meet me where the horizon breaks
There we will meet face-to-face
Burning skies; fortunes and fate
A Great Divide and a guilting grace
All you know is your timeless hate.

But inside I know that it's okay
Seen this  before; known this place
You heathens are all the same
Boast yourself whilst promoting pain
Oh, what a stupid game to play.

Lived a life filled with ***-for-tat
Known nothing but karma lacked
You're you, but just who is that
In the mirror with a face so black.
All I can hear is, "watch your back."

I swear to God if I had a dime
Every time I've heard that line
There wouldn't be a reason why
That I'd be here making rhymes
Would be so rich that I could die.
I wrote this poem in regards to the anonymous person who texted me, "Watch your back..." this morning." If you wanna be a man, be a man and tell me what's up. Oh, and....
Y U NO TEXT BACK?
Frank Ruland Aug 2014
Acrimonious angels aplenty!
Belittled and bedeviled;
Carelessly caustic.
Do I dare discriminate
Eventually's and evermore's?
Forgotten tombs of falsehoods.
Gloomy ghouls beguiled
Henceforth with hatred!
Innocence, inadvertently ill-fated.
Justice is just a word.
Killjoy?
Lament, if leeway allows.
Monsters walk, stalk, mock these halls
Never needing to know Nirvana.
Oh, no.
Purgatory pleases pissants plentifully
Questioning our place is out question
Redemption may be our Reckoning
Sacrilege: Sordid subtext for the soul
Too little, too late
Usurpers, unusual, but not unexpected
Vigorous is thine volition
Whereas mine is weathered and withered
Xenaphobes... one-way mirror
You speak of things you don't understand--
Zephyr, just take me away.
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