#clairvoyant
I cut through realities
like a slow-moving train,
seeing chess masters, victims,
silent witnesses
drowning in dense air.
From a dim-lit corner
I see those who run
breathing in danger.
Scattered shreds of information
stick to my head.
Precognition is
riddled with blurry spoilers.
Too vague to hold,
too sharp to ignore.
One girl was saved.
The boy? I sensed the loss
but not the name.
Bitter ineffability.
I draw words from an old well.
I wish my visions
were just a nightmare—
not incarnations
of a day yet to come or not.
The pictures wrench at my veins,
like dulled knives
playing a discordant melody.
Only a clear mind can save me.
I rebel in the silent scream,
clenching my hands
smiling slightly—
just enough
so others don’t see my fear.
The heavy drift of solitude
between reality and possibility…
Stubborn time bends,
refusing to be linear.
Am I still here…
or nothing but a vanishing sound?
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 12:20 AM UTC
I was wayworn,
The fiber, bone, and marrow of my entity pined
To be quenched, to be drenched
In the ardent streams of
Esprit d’ amour
(All we need is love).
The crossroads I’d encountered
Brought my vagrant soul to this place
Every onerous weight
Was worth it, I’ve ascended;
But,
Where does etherealization lead?
Someday, I will effloresce,
Bloom in reminiscence
From seeds of grace,
Aromatic petals of heartsease;
O, within the fertile soil of fidelity, I will fully fathom
The perfume of Life’s Tapestry.
A martyred past can be tortuous;
Yes, salvation can seem scant, and our future dubious;
But, transcendence is harmonious
With believing, an
Adamantine heart, and
A luminous soul.
Therefore, open your symphonic heart,
Let the reverberations roam freely, uninhibitedly,
Like a harmony, your thoughts and consciousness will overlap,
All will flow through you abundantly.
Clairvoyant Bravebird unfurl thy wings
You sacral, divine, susurrant song-weaving dream.
(Se’ lah)
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 3:55 AM UTC
Adam
Abraham
Issac
Jesus
And
Muhammad
These are the children
Of the light
The real light workers
Whom done nothing
But good
In the world
And i am also a child
Of the light
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
My spiritual abilities
My knowledge
Of religion
Bible or Quran
Where handed down to
Me via blood
Via DNA
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 8:04 PM UTC
I read between the seams
Of your microphone dreams
And I see you as a
Complete individual
Walking amongst halflings
Like you had no idea.
A mystical man
Cloaked in purple robes,
I throw lavender at
Your feet and place a
Lilac crown atop your head,
Truly divine.
The universe kissed me
With clairvoyance; she
Promised me a gift: I saw
True color of all life.
One look at you and I
Realized you’re Heaven’s gift.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
A woman full of menace and desire;
Freckles laced upon a pale complexion,
wide eyes colored a misty sapphire,
and ink-like locks resting in opposition.
As an artist amidst her painted skin
she dreamt of love and moonlit nights,
confidence arose from a source within
while summoning her mystical insights.
Masses of books sprawled across a desk,
drawings with notes and candles afire,
a scene she considered quite picturesque;
a place of confinement in which she conspired.
A woman who is known by many monikers:
sorceress, occultist, clairvoyant, bewitcher.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
VVe survey through vvalls
uncover lies by redolent Jasmine
knovv thoughts before lips
even meet their syllables
scour memories since birth
every embarrassing moment
leaving no stone unturned
vve are the forever ones
here before
and after
verily
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:33 PM UTC
Deep into my request she delves
her crystal ball delivery
eyes rolling back in her head
inner eye, focusing to foresee
She tells me of what is, and was
amazed and agape, at every single turn
how could she know such things
for her knowledge, anxiously, I yearn
She confidently tells me, of what will be
the future visions, who, what, and why
love, and *** life, in different places
all divulged, explained, but the day I die
I've come here for location
where did my dead wife put the key?
slowly the trance expires and ends
as she relaxes, handing the key, to me
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
Your face lights up my life
like stars enchanting the night.
Hold me strong
when it's cold and
strum my heart strings
like chords.
When you pour your guts
into the vibrating Gibson
I see babies around us clapping
and think, maybe it IS him.
Perhaps with this one
I'll let my heart beat in tandem
to his vigorous pitch
til all 8 chambers are done in,
fingers intertwined.
To invisible violin,
we can go together,
warm in bed on God's time,
perhaps stories like this
are not myth.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 11:01 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