#scarab - Hello Poetry

Date written: June 18, 2024 [email protected] Sacred Beetle By: Yisselakh Intro: The beetle climbs the wall of reality Rolling the sun into place, into the sky of dreams Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around And they say we're guided by the stars Or is it our hearts Or is it our hearts Is it our hearts Bridge: Is this just poetry, is this just art Is it really the truth of what we are I'll never truly know You'll never truly know We'll never truly know Pre-Chorus: What the wise men say The fools will never follow If you say so if you say so That's how they always go That's how they always go Chorus: But when her heart of gold Shines warmly on your mold On countless fateful noons Your heart and your soul Your shell like sun upon the moon Post-Chorus: You'll know You'll know You'll know And you'll believe And you'll believe CODA Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around Like they say we're guided by the stars And all of our hearts And all of our hearts All of our hearts

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Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC

SamLampyris

[Free to Use Lyrics] Reading Fabre's Entomology - 1. Scarab

Date written: June 18, 2024 [email protected] Sacred Beetle By: Yisselakh Intro: The beetle climbs the wall of reality Rolling the sun into place, into the sky of dreams Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around And they say we're guided by the stars Or is it our hearts Or is it our hearts Is it our hearts Bridge: Is this just poetry, is this just art Is it really the truth of what we are I'll never truly know You'll never truly know We'll never truly know Pre-Chorus: What the wise men say The fools will never follow If you say so if you say so That's how they always go That's how they always go Chorus: But when her heart of gold Shines warmly on your mold On countless fateful noons Your heart and your soul Your shell like sun upon the moon Post-Chorus: You'll know You'll know You'll know And you'll believe And you'll believe CODA Verse: So the beetle rolls around the Sun Like in dust, our soul rolls around Like they say we're guided by the stars And all of our hearts And all of our hearts All of our hearts

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Tell me, my dear, why you keep that golden sun beetle tied so tightly around your neck? You say that you feel naked without it, as it hangs gently over your ******* But let me tell you something. I feel naked without you wrapped around my neck. I am totally and completely exposed without your love to shield me from the night. But your arms are not a ribbon. I cannot keep you on a leash. Nor do I want to. Darling, you are the most valuable thing in the universe to me. And because you mean so much, I must let you fly free. I cannot keep you tied around my neck like the scarab on yours. I can only hope that you'd willingly hang around.

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Feb 24, 2021

Feb 24, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC

lifeasalyric

Sun Beetle

Tell me, my dear, why you keep that golden sun beetle tied so tightly around your neck? You say that you feel naked without it, as it hangs gently over your ******* But let me tell you something. I feel naked without you wrapped around my neck. I am totally and completely exposed without your love to shield me from the night. But your arms are not a ribbon. I cannot keep you on a leash. Nor do I want to. Darling, you are the most valuable thing in the universe to me. And because you mean so much, I must let you fly free. I cannot keep you tied around my neck like the scarab on yours. I can only hope that you'd willingly hang around.

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The scarab sits atop its collected sphere Wielding its mental sextant It chases the sun And it gives its life direction Man sits atop the same How we yearn for unreachable ideals The gold of perfection Ra, the sun So scarab we aren't much different We spend our lives with eyes fixed on the past Blind to the future We roll our cherished ***** into so many obstacles Purely out of our condition Strike the baring rock and become lost. We climb back up on our ball To find our golden god And continue as if before Our endless journey to find Tum

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC

Elm

Khepri

The scarab sits atop its collected sphere Wielding its mental sextant It chases the sun And it gives its life direction Man sits atop the same How we yearn for unreachable ideals The gold of perfection Ra, the sun So scarab we aren't much different We spend our lives with eyes fixed on the past Blind to the future We roll our cherished ***** into so many obstacles Purely out of our condition Strike the baring rock and become lost. We climb back up on our ball To find our golden god And continue as if before Our endless journey to find Tum

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my love is like a dung beetle - rolling u over over over again until u come back to life - like likeness; where seeds come from, rolling over over over until the dirt is alive; boy meets girl in the corner where she squeals; mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dung beetles roll sand into seeds by taking feces & recreating through ancient [technology] reverse engineering nature down to the microbe [dung beetles have the plans they are the builders; why scarabs were sacred & cats & women: drawing blood yet living, killing, burying, giving birth w/ blood; cycle repeating, rolling over over over

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

my love is a scarab

my love is like a dung beetle - rolling u over over over again until u come back to life - like likeness; where seeds come from, rolling over over over until the dirt is alive; boy meets girl in the corner where she squeals; mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm dung beetles roll sand into seeds by taking feces & recreating through ancient [technology] reverse engineering nature down to the microbe [dung beetles have the plans they are the builders; why scarabs were sacred & cats & women: drawing blood yet living, killing, burying, giving birth w/ blood; cycle repeating, rolling over over over

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Two scarabs, we … hurtling through the universe. On a collision course, I've yet to decide is a blessing … or a curse. You preferred Rubber and I, the Revolver. You, ever cryptic and I, problem solver. Between us … so, so many syncronicites. I … would try my best to be a rock. You … relished in duplicities. The essence of these … born in your youth, a precious defense mechanism. Still … I always admired your noble quest for that ever elusive perfectionism. Two Scarabs, we … both carved from precious stone. Restless souls, forever seeking shelter. Roaming through time … reckless … wild ... our lives, whirling 'round … slippery … helter skelter. But yours, made of of rubber … mine, made of steel … each with our reasons, bounced off of one another … offering nothing for the other to feel. I'll watch for you, while saying my prayers … out there … on the sands. Maybe next time, with the blessing of Ra, it won't fall away … like these grains, slipping through our hands. Two scarabs, we … on an infinite collision course … while forever hurtling through the universe. A blessing that, this time … sad as it is … somehow, came to feel like a curse.

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May 1, 2018

May 1, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

The Scarabs

Two scarabs, we … hurtling through the universe. On a collision course, I've yet to decide is a blessing … or a curse. You preferred Rubber and I, the Revolver. You, ever cryptic and I, problem solver. Between us … so, so many syncronicites. I … would try my best to be a rock. You … relished in duplicities. The essence of these … born in your youth, a precious defense mechanism. Still … I always admired your noble quest for that ever elusive perfectionism. Two Scarabs, we … both carved from precious stone. Restless souls, forever seeking shelter. Roaming through time … reckless … wild ... our lives, whirling 'round … slippery … helter skelter. But yours, made of of rubber … mine, made of steel … each with our reasons, bounced off of one another … offering nothing for the other to feel. I'll watch for you, while saying my prayers … out there … on the sands. Maybe next time, with the blessing of Ra, it won't fall away … like these grains, slipping through our hands. Two scarabs, we … on an infinite collision course … while forever hurtling through the universe. A blessing that, this time … sad as it is … somehow, came to feel like a curse.

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