#npm16 - Hello Poetry

Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother’s, and hers. Remember your father. He is your life, also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. Remember you are all people and all people are you. Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that life is. Remember.

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Apr 21, 2016

Apr 21, 2016 at 6:25 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Remember

Remember the sky that you were born under, know each of the star’s stories. Remember the moon, know who she is. Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the strongest point of time. Remember sundown and the giving away to night. Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath. You are evidence of her life, and her mother’s, and hers. Remember your father. He is your life, also. Remember the earth whose skin you are: red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth brown earth, we are earth. Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems. Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the origin of this universe. Remember you are all people and all people are you. Remember you are this universe and this universe is you. Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you. Remember language comes from this. Remember the dance language is, that life is. Remember.

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Grey matter beheld We all know the storms will come Mind the Crystal Ball

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

THE END IS NEAR

Grey matter beheld We all know the storms will come Mind the Crystal Ball

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I watched her write Love on her arms it flowed like lava as the meaning was felt ripples of hardened flesh with hot plasma and her cooling kiss scratch that one off the bucket list (codetta) To tattoo love on my lids finding you between the highs and mids when the lights go off you are there then you reappear in the strobe and LED atmosphere All I can do is wish... you were here too unravel the shutters of my soul (segno) to embrace you in a place more real animate my memories to simulate surreal stimulate thoughts my body can not feel till my lids reopen to reveal a deck used to project a black massif sunset platters pressed with disco tech soluvum's spun to some rung of heaven I's reflect; eyes ***** to mirror mystery celadon mandela murals and memory a nebula of history (fine) When eyes see you come (:l) Below the surface afraid you'll run yet steady marching to a heart shaped drum echoing the song of the lord god capon we've gone deaf to the celebration Eyes close when kissing to lock in what's missing maybe to hear the rush of blood hissing maybe to capture the sound of oceans shifting maybe to feel the steady rise of hills below our feat maybe that's why we hum synchronizing our meditation Maybe to become one symbols like wedding bell vibration (dc al fine)

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Apr 5, 2016

Apr 5, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Wedding Bell Vibration

I watched her write Love on her arms it flowed like lava as the meaning was felt ripples of hardened flesh with hot plasma and her cooling kiss scratch that one off the bucket list (codetta) To tattoo love on my lids finding you between the highs and mids when the lights go off you are there then you reappear in the strobe and LED atmosphere All I can do is wish... you were here too unravel the shutters of my soul (segno) to embrace you in a place more real animate my memories to simulate surreal stimulate thoughts my body can not feel till my lids reopen to reveal a deck used to project a black massif sunset platters pressed with disco tech soluvum's spun to some rung of heaven I's reflect; eyes ***** to mirror mystery celadon mandela murals and memory a nebula of history (fine) When eyes see you come (:l) Below the surface afraid you'll run yet steady marching to a heart shaped drum echoing the song of the lord god capon we've gone deaf to the celebration Eyes close when kissing to lock in what's missing maybe to hear the rush of blood hissing maybe to capture the sound of oceans shifting maybe to feel the steady rise of hills below our feat maybe that's why we hum synchronizing our meditation Maybe to become one symbols like wedding bell vibration (dc al fine)

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All who claim to be number one First planet from the Sun TrumPets blaring smell well done Stroll polls meter thermal agitation while he gathered fever from the *** Undermine with every line It's what works It's been fun The Mercurial Man has come Meanwhile I'm all Berned up in this presidential run.

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 8:47 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Political Agitation

All who claim to be number one First planet from the Sun TrumPets blaring smell well done Stroll polls meter thermal agitation while he gathered fever from the *** Undermine with every line It's what works It's been fun The Mercurial Man has come Meanwhile I'm all Berned up in this presidential run.

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In a stream of wrought Invisibly I reflect ripple and wave thirsty for sun rays my moments dribble by these keys tapping beneath thumbs my boss appreciates the drum rocks against my body easily downs the dream my tone a calm serene a frosty sheen but between the cracks emotion currents ebb and flow rushing to where? longing logging lobbing for air her head bobbing to the trickling sound fishing through a stream of movement distant in her delusion work is getting done; and I am like water in a stream of thought Be like water my son.

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Apr 1, 2016

Apr 1, 2016 at 8:25 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Like Water

In a stream of wrought Invisibly I reflect ripple and wave thirsty for sun rays my moments dribble by these keys tapping beneath thumbs my boss appreciates the drum rocks against my body easily downs the dream my tone a calm serene a frosty sheen but between the cracks emotion currents ebb and flow rushing to where? longing logging lobbing for air her head bobbing to the trickling sound fishing through a stream of movement distant in her delusion work is getting done; and I am like water in a stream of thought Be like water my son.

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I was roosting where poets of a feather flock when this whisper knocked mind door unlocked She walked Everything Dropped

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Mar 30, 2016

Mar 30, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC

TheSethnicity

Ecdysiast

I was roosting where poets of a feather flock when this whisper knocked mind door unlocked She walked Everything Dropped

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