#symbiosis
And the flowers do
What it stands for
If you water
Their roots
They will water
Your soul
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 12:30 PM UTC
What, somewhere, a colleague
needs in order not to get stuck
in dilemmas
asked or noticed
by another, the big heart
that nourishes us
in the symbiosis of man and earth
the cooperation of companies
in the world, arranges -
our Ubuntu, focused
on our survival and a good
life for our grandchildren
without piracy and colonialism -
the big heart that is assisted
by the Social Directorate
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC
We wasted it so
We wasted our souls
Like storm clouds
we broke out
and flooded the seeds
we needed to grow
You held on to me
You tried so hard to see
when I rebounded
from breakdowns
that seemed to wear
down your strong spirit
that you needed to go on
We were stranger than
fiction through our
contradictions
You drifted within me
I poured within you
your currents of
reason to my torrents
of questions
We were
drowning in unison
But as you freed me and
I freed you as we were
both set free by the eternal
Source of freedom
we need to keep on doing
our part in what we need
to keep on being free.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
The rush;
Connecting thoughts, ideas and concepts
into words, stories and a lush
life, to be read by you;
pulsating, feel the ambush,
throughout the universe.
Symbiosis; can't get enough!
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 3:03 PM UTC
We both agree that we want to keep it pure
as it used to be -- not a makeover or nostalgic
stroll, but unencumbered from what has been.
Uninhibited --
seeing our true faces anew.
When we seem to hurt each other we agree
that we only want to lift the heaviness that
weighs us down –
carefully shaping words to cut the strings
that drag the weight through the generations
so we can learn from past mistakes and not let
mutations mutate our love.
Peace be still my love.
My peace is not here
as yet, but you have it within your reach.
Drop the weight
and grasp the lightness!
Maybe mine will come sooner if you stop
mourning my darkness and follow your own
light that has always been there--
sometimes hidden
behind the horizon--
but it has always been there.
Let it glow as it used to --
not human-formed
or reflected beams but uninhibited from what
has been. Not obscured, but seeing us anew.
Please see that I can see that you
have the power to be set free.
Then maybe my peace will arise within me sooner.
Then maybe my spirit and mind will heal sooner.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 10:25 AM UTC
We only 'conquer'
our own place in the world by --
living together.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 4:28 AM UTC
Water longed and gasped at the sunset colors above her
lapping them up in her mists and rolling waves
she took these tumbling breaths to exhale the palette across the bare sands, persuading them over and over again through time
till they too tumbled as grains in the radiant slurry
"There now, Earth and Sky. This is how we are One."
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
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Lilies and selloum,
anthuriums, snake plants
and wood sorrels,
pink bougainvilleas and crotons
greet me every morning,
they keep green poetry alive and
in motion, as sighs of joy awaken
and nourish the brightly verdant.
i walk the few steps to the small
front garden...every breath taken
reminds me of
precious oxygen they give,
we breath out carbon dioxide,
they gladly accept...
i keep wondering,
"where, when, and how
did these mutualistic symbiotic
relationships come about?"
we would not...cannot survive
without them.
someone's, or something's refuse,
could be another's lifeline, or treasure,
no one...nothing...stays an island...
Sally
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020
Nov 23, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
Immersed in meadowfoam nectar
Deputised to cross the threshold
Feaster feeds a future
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
What is beauty,
if not bereavement
of exhalation.
Our symbiosis is just
elongated moments
of perpetual pain,
and unending noise.
And when were void less,
there is elegance
where our conclusion is
peaceful silence.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
After all
I thought by now
You know me
Every little details
And still
How can you be far?
Escaping the reality
Just like a common dream
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
Here is a poor cat
Striped, sweet and shy
Minding its own world
But somehow feel grateful
For the touch of me
Who is passing by.
With saint hazel eyes
This cat artlessly purrs
To provoke a symbiosis between us
Surpisingly soothes my blue whale heart.
It also seeks for a comfy gesture
That will fit just right
It is that simple and pure
And makes heart feel light.
What a purrfection cat!
That prides itself for having fur like velvet
But never acts like a brat
Leading me to give it a soft peck
Because we have a same wavelength
Plus wanting another species to cherish our rant
That sadly never ends.
There's a saying;
'Humans who think cats don't understand them are the stupidest ones'
So imma get all lovey dovey with this cat
See if you care.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
.
i.
And it grips her submissive mind,
sweeping her along unbidden,
through timelines inducing nausea,
passed worlds previously hidden.
Tumbling stones rumble unheard,
a slide that sends gravity shifting,
starting a new path through time,
the butterfly effect begins shifting.
ii.
The images stop swirling,
a vision fades slow into sight,
a row of glowing Seers Spheres
racked in the pale moon light.
Eleven cradles for resting orbs,
four relieved of their weight,
claimed by other time travellers
already gone through the Gate.
iii.
And she sees Grimly approach,
picking a Sphere from the rack,
carrying careful in clean hands,
then through the door turns back.
She sees herself seated rigid,
watches Grimly hand her the Sphere,
a bolt of understanding hits and
her mind becomes crystal clear.
iv.
She realises these are tests
for the next vision is of her,
as a child in a camel train
leaving the great city of Ur.
Crossing the desert once again
with oils and perfumes so pure,
amidst the most luxurious goods
of gold, silver, silks and furs.
v.
And the images diffuse, refocus, Judderwitch by a grave,
of an unfortunate sacrifice, the girl she could not save,
a flame handled dagger marks a headstone epitaph,
and her weeping grief slowly turns into a manic laugh,
as in the grave paces away, a woman screams out loud,
buried alive with a nest of spiders, no forgiveness is allowed.
vi.
And the scenes change, redefine, Judderwitch on a street,
with a mutilated corpse, an horrific sight for her to meet,
as a black rat starts to happily nibble at the naked feet,
and she shivers. She shivers? The Empress of Evil cold,
an anger courses through her at this alien feeling untold,
whilst her body stiffens at the answer she beholds.
vii.
Grimly sees her body stiffen,
a knowing smile graces his lips.
His eyes move to a vacant cradle,
as Time plays out one of its tricks.
viii.
And she knows.
She understands.
The Seers Sphere is Time itself.
Exactly one eleventh of
All Time.
ix.
The race through Time gently slows,
the globe feels warm as it brightly glows,
and deep inside she already knows
she is accepted and with Time she flows.
Connection with the Seers Sphere grows,
as the Ritual comes to its joyous close,
and the Seers Sphere hummed as it chose,
Judderwitch, and on its journey goes.
© Pagan Paul (05/10/18)
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
.
*Tumbling stones rumble unheard,
a slide that sends gravity shifting,
starting a new path through time,
the butterfly effect begins shifting.*
i.
The ancient track
is solid beneath her feet,
though she has walked
between the stars.
She knows not the place
but has been there before,
And the trail wends its way
through forest dense and dark
to a hags tooth mound
and the Tomb of Travellers,
upon the stone door
an inscription, a warning.
'Prepare to go everywhere.
Prepare to go nowhere'
ii.
*“Let time take me wither it will,
be it fluid or be it still”.*
iii.
The slow grating of stone on stone
as the door swings open,
light penetrating the gloom,
and the Tomb reveals its treasures.
She enters with reverence
and moves to a vacant plinth,
a marbled seat warm and empty,
her place for the connection ritual.
iv.
A mix of herbs into a secret potion,
preparing herself to swim Time's ocean,
clear cool water to bathe her skin,
awaiting the pendulum of life to swing.
The symbols in her third eye complete,
she eases so gently into her travel seat,
bringing the brew to her expectant lips,
a bitter taste as over her tongue it slips.
v.
Oh gently rock her mind to sleep,
just one last barrier for her to leap,
through Times gate to other places,
as the drug through her mind races.
vi.
A small squat figure emerges
in a midnight blue hooded robe,
Grimly the Guardian of the Gate,
carrying careful an ancient globe.
And her eyes glow with wonder
as she receives the Seers Sphere,
cloudy with the hue of pearl,
its significance is so crystal clear.
vii.
She places it in a depression
in the arm of the marbled chair,
settles herself and closes her eyes,
letting her mind drift on the air.
The connection ritual reaching ******
acceptance or rejection time is near.
Will the bond form betwixt them?
She places her hand on the Seers Sphere …
© Pagan Paul (30/09/18)
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
Her. Him.
Hurting
Herding
Her team
Burnt him
Turning
Her win
Him. Her.
Winter
Hint where
Here, there
He'd dare
In her
Him. Self.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Two wrens, a couple of birds with intent,
Lit on my new magnolia tree;
The blossoms are full,
There's ants on the leafs.
It's mutualistic, and communalistic;
All thrive so well.
I wish the world could bear witness
To this simple tree.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
She needed help so
he helped himself -
vaguely symbiotic
she screamed hallelujah
as he unlaced her
straining rows of stitches
illustrious open sores
her prayers answered
Oh god, that she'd never heal!
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:52 PM UTC
So still she lies,
Sleeping.
A cold room
Cold thoughts.
Under cover of cotton and linen.
A cold lonely wind
Cries outside
Longing to find solace
In the warmth of our home
But finding only that it devourers
By its own devices
What it so desperately desires.
Pain in my brow
Forged with hers.
Sharing breaks
Up the pain--
Comfort of depression's transitory end.
Why do you hurt the ones you love
When you want only peace?!
A lover of the land
Must plough the earth for yield
Break the ground in fury
To prepare it for seed.
This pain awaits our company
Like a bottle to a drunkard
Or a needle to a ******
Comfort is pain
Pain is comfort
In this violent serenity
As the calm peaceful sea
Can in one moment
Turn into a tumultuous gale.
Is love for the using?!
Can a person justify
Putting lines of age on the face
And gray hairs on the head
Of the one they love?!
So many carry this burden.
Love shares common ground--
Seasons for ploughing and planting;
And harvest,
The season of closure.
So still she lies
Beside me.
A cold room
Warmer thoughts.
Under cover of cotton and linen.
Under cover of compassion
And understanding.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
City
becomes joy,
gathers hope, together
concrete and man spiral, infusing life,
aspirations endless. Continuing journey unfolds
gradually; individuality lost and found and found and lost.
Roots pulsing, always expanding;
slums persisting by negated wealth—
poetry written.
Invoking rain,
civilisation assimilates
~River~
assimilates civilisation.
Rain invoking
written poetry.
Wealth negated by persisting slums
expanding always. Pulsing roots
lost and found and found and lost. Individuality gradually
unfolds journey continuing. Endless aspirations
— life infusing—spiral man and concrete
together; hope gathers.
joy becomes
City.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
What are our millennium fables?
Women keep giving each other labels,
No harmony for our ecology,
An alliance should be our synergy,
No accountability for the economy,
No wise leaders to steer us to unity,
Century's getting older, folks!
Any teamwork to cast off these yokes?
Symbiosis should aim at harmony,
Let's pray for millennium synergy!
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
the last one wasn't really the last one
been away for sometime
but came back sharper than a talon
clout more magnified, but style still undefined
just been living life outside of the lines
and if i were to color in, then surely the lines were created with the strokes of my own pen
never came to Earth to win
only came to plant a seed and sprout to grow
forget what society says what life is about
intelligence leaves more room for doubt
but dont stand there skeptic
pick up the pace and start spittin septic
so that no one will want to go after you
be a hard act to follow
just let the brooth consume
just let the brooth consume
...
just let the brooth consume
laying in my room
another weekday morning
hittin the snooze button
hopin i dont miss anything important
nothing that i write is ever imported
just the essence of being
just the essence of me
Nebek Wormer breaking through the scene
maybe been listening to the clock tick tock too much
always skippin breakfast
never eatin lunch
unless its a blunt to the face
sorry to be blunt but im just up in this hellopoetry place
tryin to displace everything and anything
just giving you something to taste
maybe this wont get the <3's but im writing this as fast as thoughts travel
currently sittin in the dark of my mind
heart provides the light
see me take off now
outta your sight
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
The other me is of the dastardly type.
Quite a ******* really.
The other me likes to stay out all night,
and is awfully fond of drinking.
He says, "Y'know what your problem is?
You spend too much time thinking."
The other me doesn't take advice.
He prefers to make his own way.
He says, "You've gotta stop going with the flow,
and start making some tidal waves."
The other me is good with women,
and often calls me gay.
He says, "You'd might as well be a ****** -
that thing between your legs gets no play."
The other me is restless;
uncouth, rude, and reckless.
He takes over sometimes for days on end,
then leaves me to clean up his messes.
The other me is an *******
with no regard for anyone but himself.
Arrogantly vain,
he puts those who care about him through hell
and drives me completely insane.
Me and the other me got into a fight today.
It started when he told me that I need him.
"Come on man, I mean, honestly.
I'm the only thing keeping you alive right now.
You're nothing without me."
(The other me likes to use the word "harmony."
He says it's a precarious balance.
"Our togetherness is destiny,"
but he'd **** me if I ever gave him the chance.)
So I hit him first when he least expected it.
You see, he'd never expect it from me,
but he laughed when he realized his nose was bleeding,
so I hit him again and he dropped to his knees.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing?
I thought we were friends . . ."
Then I leaned in real close and said,
"Stay the **** away during the work week,
and you can have every weekend."
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
Take me high into the sky
where I can't breathe
because you need me to fly
and without you I'll die
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:15 AM UTC