#ascending
forest of thoughts
dark passageways
looming darkness
around the icon
one candle flame
flickers night long
a lit up prayer
ascending to Heaven.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
The ascending angel of light
rises from the dark in the night
displaying colors that are bright
and is seen by awakened sight.
None may ever see its glory
unless proven to be worthy
and in their daily life's story
win at God's Grace a priori.
_____________
Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 6:04 AM UTC
once Horace reached
the mountain's
apex
he could go no further
on the lofty ascending
index
now he's perched
high and all
alone
wondering why he wanted
to be in such a rarefied
zone
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
It would be better
To be free
It would be better
To just see
It would be better
To believe
Everything's better
And i wish to be
It is not better
To stay down
It is not better
Until dawn
It won't turn better
So, i'll get out
Until it matters
'Cause i believe
It will be better
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
Skyscraper,
skyshaper,
skysharper...
Don't mind the fall of ascending
for its gravity does the work for you.
A passageway to this wind tunnel is open now,
yet the recoil is still undone.
Leave the rest to the high-rise end,
and embrace your bound to the above.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
the mountain only grows steeper
so that your roots can dig in deeper
—_keep climbing_
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC
I trapped on the stairs full of turns
A few days so high up in the sky
A few days down in misery
Sometimes led to sanity
Sometimes led to gray
Railings full of thorns s
Down the rungs to o n u i o
c f n
Half-raised arm
Touching opacity
Tail dress
Bare feet
Hidden blushes
Saved hope
Ballerina hands
Lost in the middle of your stairs
You pushed me down?
Mess catch me
Why?
I'll always be the morning dew for you
You insist on showing
You forget the thread that joined
You changed the pretty
Why like this?
You are well on which step you are?
In which can I find you?
It's not down to sadness
(You changed the meaning
The essence disappeared)
Existence is like many steps
I thought I came to the top with you
But it was an oasis
For your young you: Generator of ascending stairs in our dimension.
- Codelandandmore //20:30 PM ©
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
There's an apocalypse coming
And we get to choose which kind
Just listen to the meanings and open your mind
One means revealing
One means demise
Are we gonna keep stealing
Or are we going to open our eyes
We're killing the earth inside and out
Instead of trusting our hearts, we are living in doubt
We can love each other and change the path of the planet
We need to grow our own food, raw and organic
We can't just manufacture everything, process, and can it
Stop the GMOs, pesticides, and factory farming
What it's doing to the planet is absolutely alarming
They create lakes of blood and an earth of toxins
If you read the clock then
You'll see that it's time to change, this isn't how it's supposed to be
We should be living together in a sustainable community
One that helps, nurtures, and loves
One that plants trees and gardens and shrubs
It's time to bring about our utopia of the future
We need to get rid of the lies, the hate, and the torture
Wars, jealousy, and competition have to end
It's time for us to forgive, it's time to transcend
To our new world, our kingdom of heaven
Just read your clock its 11:11
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
You have taken the lovely bits of me and compiled them into this beautiful being. You have forgotten the ***** bits, or detached them from your perception of me... and that isn't fair. With this, you are saying that the whole of me cannot be loved ...Please take me down from your pedestal.
Please let me breathe on level ground.
I am still quite busy ascending from ashes into something that could put out the marvel, the adoration you have for the sun.
-Indigo Morrison
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
"The first step is always the hardest." I've recited this over and over in my consciousness.
"Grip the rail, tight. "
Pursed with dried paint to smooth over the lumps of people gone before you.
" You're never the first one to go. "
Eyes forward and chin up I gather myself.
" It's only stairs, " I say over and over.
" It's only stairs," they say.
Now, faced with only upward motion.
Now, faced with only moving forward.
I look out the window to see the moon waning, waxing strong with my ascent.
4x32 are tiles on the floor.
6x15x18 is the case.
Hold my hand.
Guide me.
Guard me through this night.
By morning I will have reach this light.
"It's only stairs." We say.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
The greatest event yet to come
Is when man will ascend
At the sound of a resounding horn
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
the ocean between you and me can sometimes feel like a
gleaming apollo. it just doesn't seem real though, the
jellyfish are murderers. here, look through my
kaleidoscope. it feels like
a lesser coming home, if you know what i mean. but
when will you come home? hopefully by the next time i see
a snow flake in her hand. because i promise that
i will break you. and i'll take you. to the
caverns, where in the dark a
dance pianist plays. and on this trip i'll be
leaving the last behind. sit tight, youre not
leaving my waiting room, like in a
silent picture, where in it,
days all seem the same.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC