#clairvoyance
As shadows take the stage, patterns merge into design.
Not shapes nor in lines, more like visions in the mind.
Through this foreseeing lens, light dances with the dark.
My Conscience, transmogrified. Truth is leaving its mark.
Actors step with intent, and I see the revelation.
Their motions send spears into my imagination.
The audience watches in awe. They're spellbound.
As the story unfolds, I conclude without sound.
On stage, Something hides what I somehow can know.
Like a whisper in my ear, secrets are already told.
There's a clairevoyant truth behind the gaze of my eye.
The creator himself is showing me all that hides.
The stage becomes dim, the actors in place.
A dark, twisted tale. An ending I can taste.
Curtains fall as I reflect, to the cue of a song.
I see all the outcomes, Why can’t I be wrong?
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
My first experience
With clairvoyance
Was nit a good experience
I walked into a house
This house had
Negative energy
As if some wanted to attack me
But it was the energy at the time
Then my sister told
Me this that
Some worm killed his family
And him self in the exact
House I was staying
Oh the terror I felt
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 3:49 PM UTC
Every dawn is a nexus, /
Every twilight is a beckoning; therefore, /
Embrace the fickle future /
Ensconscing within the sacral oath /
Of a thousand words: /
These utterances shall envelop you /
When upon Triumphal Arcadian Skies /
We meet again. /
Save your tears, /
For love shall reign /
From the empyreal aethers above /
To the Gaian epidermis of /
The Magnanimous Matriarch; moreover, the mellifluous kisses /
Of The Sovereign of Songbirds /
Will burgeon within, /
Will descend upon you as The Holy Dove. /
Unfurl your third eye, /
See with an indefatigable clarity /
All that you were meant to be: /
Strong, Wise, Just; /
Love; /
A luminary fulminating /
Radiantly, resplendently upon /
The Denizens of the Terrene. /
(—Se' lah)
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
The knowledge of days
beyond tomorrow.
The vision of nights,
graced by future moons.
The brief glimpse
behind the veil of sorrow.
The eternal unrest
due to a life gone too soon.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 2:11 AM UTC
Sometimes I see the future in reverse
a blessed curse
to live a scene
previously witnessed
truly life is a stage
thank you, five minutes
I prepare to be the art
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
Somehow I already know
how it ends,
even before it begins.
Call it some type of
clairvoyance.
But you were unexpected;
you weren't part of the plan.
I chased you from the
comfort of the only path I knew,
and now all that I know
is how lost I'd be
without you.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
I have seen it all.
All that, which is now
And all that, which will be
And all that, which has come before…
I have seen it all.
With fortune eyes, inside a crystal ball mind;
I found my destination, as I heard the call,
While the others remained blind.
Tell us no lies, to make the truth memorable.
When will be the day that our love will end?
Or when will we see that we are inseparable?
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold
Dancing under the Moon's luminescence
that seeps into my kitchen
I love these 3am happenings
except when I slip up
and set subconsciously mischievous intentions
Cat's Claw
Rose Petals
double Yarrow
Marigold
chanting and dancing
as the Moon's glow keeps shining
entangling my soul as I rewrap fate's lining
chanting and dancing
the Moon's glow keeps on dazzling
enchanting my soul as I go
unannounced observers, lo and behold.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
How tall and stout were those who wore big armors?
I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors.
In self hypnotism I look through future.
find machines are giants, people- pygmies,
products outnumber their creators,
most inhabitants follow train of thoughts
set by few scientists and technicians,
brains control sentiments as machines monitor hearts.
The stance is broken as the closing-bell rings.
Slowly I walk out of the empty hall.
1st. Feb. 2017
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:40 AM UTC
They don't believe me when I say,
My foresight stretches a long way.
Down the winding road of time,
Into the valley of decline,
I see my age, in the faces of those who have traveled this way.
I see my future in their shoes,
I see the certain way their memories fade like the morning dew.
And yet I have arrive at the early hour,
Before the dew has time to flee.
Before the earth has time to turn,
The dawn itself calls out to me.
For it's here I see what it simply means to simply be,
A present in the presence of the bitter sweet.
The better notion of pursuing passions which never seemed to be,
A suitable means of living without ease.
And yet such fear of fear itself is what I need,
To motivates a man such as me.
To presuppose and catch a glimpse beyond the horizon,
Into the distance where I decree,
That the next life will be a more suitable life for me.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
The sun undresses its silky rays
before the blushing earth.
The earth gazes,
her sapphire eyes soak in
the glimmering shot of dawn. The moon
hide away, curving against
the hangnail of light. Stars
scintillate their last dust of evening.
“You always act like you’ve never seen me before.”
The sun removes another layer.
“Like each time is too good to be true. ”
Spinning, the earth grows dizzy. “You are the one who
abandons me in the dark.”
Above the horizon, the sun smiles.
“Clairvoyance is buried inside of you.
You know I will always return.”
The sun’s amber skin
radiates along coasts and cities,
intensifying. Brightness diminishes-
night turns into day into night once more.
“I’m still alive for you, love.”
The earth tucks in the trails of dusk
as the sun cradles revolving planets.
“See you again, soon.”
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
All motions are fluid as she descends down the stairway
So delicate
As if she never even touches the steps
She remains in the nightgown from the previous evening
Her long, dark hair complementing its dark complexion
A cup of tea that's a little too hot
The morning routine
She quietly moves to a window
Softly blowing steam off the top of her cup, fogging up the glass in front of her
The outcome of contrasting temperatures does not cause her to move
She remains still
Silent
Elegant
She turns to face me, and my eyes open
Where she used to lay, where I used to meet that euphoric smile
Is now clairvoyant
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
Steadily, she approaches me, hands bound behind her back, observing and forming judgements, discerning our essence, or lack. Does she know? Wait! What would she know? I've nothing to hide, nothing to show! Could it be she's a clairvoyant? In their daunting, cryptic ways? Is she a mystic a gypsy? Does she know of all our days? Can she read between--beyond the surface? Seeking through obscurity? Can she tell who are the martyrs? The traitors and betrayed? Does she know of all the secrets in the diamond dusk of age? Or can she read through the stories of the world, page by page? Alas, as she stands there, confusedly staring into my face's voids, I cannot help but wonder, who has sanity, and who's devoid...
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
*If the best plan is impromptu
Then I suppose I'll be a Man of Tomorrow
If there's a constant beat in my chest
Then I have a constant need to chance
If time is timeless
Then why make mine all about stress?
If I can wake, prepare and iron my shirt
Then I suppose I could awake, be aware and find my search
If every death is fate
Then I suppose every breath is faith
And if tomorrow never comes
Then I guess I better come...*
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC