#avatars - Hello Poetry

We who STAND with pen as staff, are the avatars. Our footsteps the written word. Our intent a map for exploration. We who CARRY the label writer, are the sages. The one's who open hearts. The one’s who speak to activate minds. We who MOVE with pen as tool are monks. Our scriptures insight for visitor to connect. Our visions merge for life to expand the soul. We who MARCH with pen like-barton move gracefully. The one's who orchestrate grand sounds. The one's that hold candles to shine with truths. We who ECHO as wordsmith gardeners spread seeds. Our actions take place in fields white with colorful words. Our word-seeds take root to aid the world. We who WALK are an earth family that mirrors life. The one's who know the truth that everyone is sacred. The one's who know life through rain and sun is truly a gift.

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Sep 13, 2018

Sep 13, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC

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We who STAND with pen as staff, are the avatars. Our footsteps the written word. Our intent a map for exploration. We who CARRY the label writer, are the sages. The one's who open hearts. The one’s who speak to activate minds. We who MOVE with pen as tool are monks. Our scriptures insight for visitor to connect. Our visions merge for life to expand the soul. We who MARCH with pen like-barton move gracefully. The one's who orchestrate grand sounds. The one's that hold candles to shine with truths. We who ECHO as wordsmith gardeners spread seeds. Our actions take place in fields white with colorful words. Our word-seeds take root to aid the world. We who WALK are an earth family that mirrors life. The one's who know the truth that everyone is sacred. The one's who know life through rain and sun is truly a gift.

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Temporal Fugue (Skull with clock eyes) The darkness is a metaphor, for all we cannot see or know like a foreboding open door, causing fear to grow Traveler (Suited up stick figure) When the Poet becomes one with both mind and heart Such fear shall be reflective within Ones art Temporal Fugue Gazing deep into the night, dark abyss, or devil's crack knowing when to fight, and when to turn your back Traveler It is cold here and my words are merely steam Turning in to droplets of less than they mean Temporal Fugue Ice gathers where it will, it denies all define a sundering of stone, or vertebrae in spine Traveler Reluctantly we push that stone up an eternal hill of misplaced wells, only to tumble Temporal Fugue Picking up all the pieces, assembling it, like new casting many pennies in, withdrawing, but a few

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Dec 12, 2016

Dec 12, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

A Conversation Between Avatars (Collaboration with Traveler)

Temporal Fugue (Skull with clock eyes) The darkness is a metaphor, for all we cannot see or know like a foreboding open door, causing fear to grow Traveler (Suited up stick figure) When the Poet becomes one with both mind and heart Such fear shall be reflective within Ones art Temporal Fugue Gazing deep into the night, dark abyss, or devil's crack knowing when to fight, and when to turn your back Traveler It is cold here and my words are merely steam Turning in to droplets of less than they mean Temporal Fugue Ice gathers where it will, it denies all define a sundering of stone, or vertebrae in spine Traveler Reluctantly we push that stone up an eternal hill of misplaced wells, only to tumble Temporal Fugue Picking up all the pieces, assembling it, like new casting many pennies in, withdrawing, but a few

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In a clinic, getting treated for amnesia of the soul, I meet her, by chance and feel a sense of deja vu, but can't place her properly,from which age do you appear? you sure are her. Your face is familiar, even after ages, then you ask me whether I remember; in my brain solar flair like magnetic energy, light up hidden spaces. The red poppy design, isn't it a pointer enough? "The poppy effect.My insignia won't allow to forget though I too fall in to a forgetfulness described as divine" In a moment, it happens, I tumble down parting thick clouds of stardust memories,fleeting, yet haunting, intoxicating scent of poppies, ***** haze takes me over youth was the country, we've been banished from long time back, I destroyed my passport, in an angst, that can never be expressed, I land on my legs, flying down,before her curious eyes and smile, interplanetary voyagers, we hardly know what happens to us, like a poem with images broken as seeds and spawn. I was the naked man on your bed, the day you came in under the cover of darkness, made love heartily till the morn, you mourned aloud, I didn't stop you, no taboo,threatened me, and you said, would never forget the play of natural instincts. in many places we met, in some strangers, others as lovers, each night different, with our bodies regaling in ****** finger play, we sat opposite, had dinners, joked about blind dates, being swapped, promised to be in touch soon and properly date, though not compelled, to find out more about ****** habits and ,decide where to meet. At the time of a heist, notorious, we meet in a diamond showroom, you thought I am the kind pin that pulls the string.A mole I suspected you were, though confident in duping you one more sweet time. In this world of make believe, you can take me as any avatar you think. Converging in each other's eyes, we reconcile and forgive. for this life You whisper, "Ï knew you were a nihilist"Ẃe were, that and more, exploring the core,till the essence inexplicable, will be clear. Appreciating a glass of fine wine, we sit opposite,to each other. we shake hands and I see you off, from an underground station, to a galaxy, light years away,called Pinwheel, a cosmic spiral, then, I realize, we don't exist, you , me or whoever think they are, when we insist, we exist, forget it brother,only eternity, nothing else.

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May 7, 2015

May 7, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC

k-balachandran

From Pinwheel galaxy a memory in search of me

In a clinic, getting treated for amnesia of the soul, I meet her, by chance and feel a sense of deja vu, but can't place her properly,from which age do you appear? you sure are her. Your face is familiar, even after ages, then you ask me whether I remember; in my brain solar flair like magnetic energy, light up hidden spaces. The red poppy design, isn't it a pointer enough? "The poppy effect.My insignia won't allow to forget though I too fall in to a forgetfulness described as divine" In a moment, it happens, I tumble down parting thick clouds of stardust memories,fleeting, yet haunting, intoxicating scent of poppies, ***** haze takes me over youth was the country, we've been banished from long time back, I destroyed my passport, in an angst, that can never be expressed, I land on my legs, flying down,before her curious eyes and smile, interplanetary voyagers, we hardly know what happens to us, like a poem with images broken as seeds and spawn. I was the naked man on your bed, the day you came in under the cover of darkness, made love heartily till the morn, you mourned aloud, I didn't stop you, no taboo,threatened me, and you said, would never forget the play of natural instincts. in many places we met, in some strangers, others as lovers, each night different, with our bodies regaling in ****** finger play, we sat opposite, had dinners, joked about blind dates, being swapped, promised to be in touch soon and properly date, though not compelled, to find out more about ****** habits and ,decide where to meet. At the time of a heist, notorious, we meet in a diamond showroom, you thought I am the kind pin that pulls the string.A mole I suspected you were, though confident in duping you one more sweet time. In this world of make believe, you can take me as any avatar you think. Converging in each other's eyes, we reconcile and forgive. for this life You whisper, "Ï knew you were a nihilist"Ẃe were, that and more, exploring the core,till the essence inexplicable, will be clear. Appreciating a glass of fine wine, we sit opposite,to each other. we shake hands and I see you off, from an underground station, to a galaxy, light years away,called Pinwheel, a cosmic spiral, then, I realize, we don't exist, you , me or whoever think they are, when we insist, we exist, forget it brother,only eternity, nothing else.

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