#telepathy - Hello Poetry

In absolute silence We walk together Mirroring one another Eye to eye I look at him "To recall how I was then" He looks at me "To know how he will be" Thus soul gazing

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May 10

May 10, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Telepathy

In absolute silence We walk together Mirroring one another Eye to eye I look at him "To recall how I was then" He looks at me "To know how he will be" Thus soul gazing

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6-25-25 1:56pm I'll see your favorite number and the moon will look back at me the barista saying your name or our song coming on the radio maybe it's the universe playing tricks on me who knows either or you're still all I think about

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Jul 14, 2025

Jul 14, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC

nicolelaur

Sometimes it feels like you're sending me signals

6-25-25 1:56pm I'll see your favorite number and the moon will look back at me the barista saying your name or our song coming on the radio maybe it's the universe playing tricks on me who knows either or you're still all I think about

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---------------------- As living pillow lava illuminating marginal empty space on Silk paper, in rolls one screen wide, indefinitely longer than possible imagine images graven and impressed into living ingots, rolled steel messaging service -- whose image and superscription Duty to caste and creed, exist, trust true rest once, just wait, wonder if what ever ift began rifts in concentrated will, chaos spun, to its gravitational balance point, seventh grade science reseen using Casini visions made plain as day, there's the whole truth we, there's where Earthian mind hats are woven from reeds and banded with old aluminum cans to perceive crop circles apophenetically like it don't mean nothin' upon the tablets as such were when rocks were used to witness, what our father's agreed, to maintain holy order, by all means the stela whereby we esteem Israel and shoe respect for adaptability is ra' el o heem da'ath ramify as above so below, fundamental first mind form adverse, ra' el and cursyerdialect ics integrated circuit sets still feel disconnected can people enjoy paying this much attention? Alienating Israeli wrestling fans rallying energetically sympatico behind DOGE city indexed chaos making peace using law and order without Marshall Dillon without any guns, without eggs… is ra' aggression legal, has the law no sword, is the public mind, the military mind, or the career mind, or the discombobulated phucit list let's cruise and act as if we are all so rich, that many good jobs in the service supply industry of leisure, on credit, ceartainly, who cares has not cast all chares on Christ, the character, from Sunday school felt board good news, made from first news, my momma told me, where Christmas came from, because I knew already between holidays in 1954 what Arbor Day was for, and Thanksgiving was because of, 11/11 my Uncle Malcom's army won the war to end all wars, just a while before my daddy's friends won the one that ended many hopes for peace, as Daddy Warbucks was a role model hero, as solid as Clark Kent and Snuffy Smith, time's a wastin' wrestle or tap, Daysman call as three phonemes long universal is ra' towbd being now default present and aware peace in mind guarded lightly with a will not my own, but better at proving worths of mumblings most pythia slur or stutter… prophets ambiguosity a knack honed, to glistering tip on TOE always the guild of interpreters are sorted out, by age five, first accurate shape on a plain, I drew a boot, the sorters saw, I did not trace it, I drew it, so then, at that memory, work was proven, a mind hat wearer, same radiation, that killed two sisters and drove mom mad, made me and my demented sister telepaths, imagine that. flat as a skipping stone, rerippling the vision you, there, tell us where we've got to… we been demented… do. Oh, dear those hosts attending our absolutions, none think themselves involved, voluntary sacrifice attention to the news fed them, yes, chosing to pay attention to what a few million, must believe slightly like mindedly smiling, thinking Jesus winked, and Uncle Mike laughed, folks who were born citizens, exceptionally lucky, to be so born, in the land of the armed and the free whose hearts and minds believe, in weform, as commonly we all think the we with me in it, init runs my inclusion, this weform with us as plural I. W El yes we see him, who is spirit, gott to be good looking cause he so hard to see right now, time and times and half a time and then, when your side faced mine, eye to eye, first one slightly smiles and kindly winks, oaths expression, secret nods to a standard, allied pledged, in innocent order in rank and file drill, as the flag is raised, each child stands, and the solemnity of the picture show rises, all stand at attention, paying all wonder as we all say at once, aloud, I, we all, I pledge, which is same as an oath or a vow, how would you know that, at age six, well, think it, I tell it like I lived to be old, before I learned how verbs work, confirming affirmations leads to solid state, unforgetable instants too costly to condemn to the heaps, so we made up new pages to find things, so set right dexterously indexing so simple a five year old child can wonder if it could be pretend make believe, what ifery, just so not heresy or hypocrisy, but true bare not full of nasty wanna fight or bet words, no, here we go to re al ize able levels, cognate worldwidewebian cut and paste or ask an AI, what does this say in Hausa, hey, how about in Spanish, no se same thing it says in English, war and greed, are both diseases, and experience proves war has never been used to make things better, at runny nose cold reality in a roaring March, 2025, and we are all still… breathing and feeling Earthian, on the living planet gravity bound to the expanding universe… bubbling by while growing knowing uses thought how, I just became old one day, and have continued being so, ever sense. Timing, from the audience at stage edge, a bardic bubble stage, Earth, seen from Saturn, all the wars that ever were, have been excused, all the wars that are now in use, have no excuse. We can agree, we need not compete, we occupy the only living planet Peace at the personal no shame true mind we make up as this we realized by all involved, experienced, seeded wisdom without patience, really experienced, well, as one past that point, some long while, passed through in a minute half a century plus half a decade, and about five hours from today, once.\ Mark a trader's traditional promise, for your attention at second thought if the sign says buyer beware, if we seem to be seen as buying or vieing for other's attention, feeling fi, delphic attention strange nous seen, thinking all the world's a stage, your line.

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Mar 6, 2025

Mar 6, 2025 at 3:08 PM UTC

kenpepiton

This is the part in the middle so far

---------------------- As living pillow lava illuminating marginal empty space on Silk paper, in rolls one screen wide, indefinitely longer than possible imagine images graven and impressed into living ingots, rolled steel messaging service -- whose image and superscription Duty to caste and creed, exist, trust true rest once, just wait, wonder if what ever ift began rifts in concentrated will, chaos spun, to its gravitational balance point, seventh grade science reseen using Casini visions made plain as day, there's the whole truth we, there's where Earthian mind hats are woven from reeds and banded with old aluminum cans to perceive crop circles apophenetically like it don't mean nothin' upon the tablets as such were when rocks were used to witness, what our father's agreed, to maintain holy order, by all means the stela whereby we esteem Israel and shoe respect for adaptability is ra' el o heem da'ath ramify as above so below, fundamental first mind form adverse, ra' el and cursyerdialect ics integrated circuit sets still feel disconnected can people enjoy paying this much attention? Alienating Israeli wrestling fans rallying energetically sympatico behind DOGE city indexed chaos making peace using law and order without Marshall Dillon without any guns, without eggs… is ra' aggression legal, has the law no sword, is the public mind, the military mind, or the career mind, or the discombobulated phucit list let's cruise and act as if we are all so rich, that many good jobs in the service supply industry of leisure, on credit, ceartainly, who cares has not cast all chares on Christ, the character, from Sunday school felt board good news, made from first news, my momma told me, where Christmas came from, because I knew already between holidays in 1954 what Arbor Day was for, and Thanksgiving was because of, 11/11 my Uncle Malcom's army won the war to end all wars, just a while before my daddy's friends won the one that ended many hopes for peace, as Daddy Warbucks was a role model hero, as solid as Clark Kent and Snuffy Smith, time's a wastin' wrestle or tap, Daysman call as three phonemes long universal is ra' towbd being now default present and aware peace in mind guarded lightly with a will not my own, but better at proving worths of mumblings most pythia slur or stutter… prophets ambiguosity a knack honed, to glistering tip on TOE always the guild of interpreters are sorted out, by age five, first accurate shape on a plain, I drew a boot, the sorters saw, I did not trace it, I drew it, so then, at that memory, work was proven, a mind hat wearer, same radiation, that killed two sisters and drove mom mad, made me and my demented sister telepaths, imagine that. flat as a skipping stone, rerippling the vision you, there, tell us where we've got to… we been demented… do. Oh, dear those hosts attending our absolutions, none think themselves involved, voluntary sacrifice attention to the news fed them, yes, chosing to pay attention to what a few million, must believe slightly like mindedly smiling, thinking Jesus winked, and Uncle Mike laughed, folks who were born citizens, exceptionally lucky, to be so born, in the land of the armed and the free whose hearts and minds believe, in weform, as commonly we all think the we with me in it, init runs my inclusion, this weform with us as plural I. W El yes we see him, who is spirit, gott to be good looking cause he so hard to see right now, time and times and half a time and then, when your side faced mine, eye to eye, first one slightly smiles and kindly winks, oaths expression, secret nods to a standard, allied pledged, in innocent order in rank and file drill, as the flag is raised, each child stands, and the solemnity of the picture show rises, all stand at attention, paying all wonder as we all say at once, aloud, I, we all, I pledge, which is same as an oath or a vow, how would you know that, at age six, well, think it, I tell it like I lived to be old, before I learned how verbs work, confirming affirmations leads to solid state, unforgetable instants too costly to condemn to the heaps, so we made up new pages to find things, so set right dexterously indexing so simple a five year old child can wonder if it could be pretend make believe, what ifery, just so not heresy or hypocrisy, but true bare not full of nasty wanna fight or bet words, no, here we go to re al ize able levels, cognate worldwidewebian cut and paste or ask an AI, what does this say in Hausa, hey, how about in Spanish, no se same thing it says in English, war and greed, are both diseases, and experience proves war has never been used to make things better, at runny nose cold reality in a roaring March, 2025, and we are all still… breathing and feeling Earthian, on the living planet gravity bound to the expanding universe… bubbling by while growing knowing uses thought how, I just became old one day, and have continued being so, ever sense. Timing, from the audience at stage edge, a bardic bubble stage, Earth, seen from Saturn, all the wars that ever were, have been excused, all the wars that are now in use, have no excuse. We can agree, we need not compete, we occupy the only living planet Peace at the personal no shame true mind we make up as this we realized by all involved, experienced, seeded wisdom without patience, really experienced, well, as one past that point, some long while, passed through in a minute half a century plus half a decade, and about five hours from today, once.\ Mark a trader's traditional promise, for your attention at second thought if the sign says buyer beware, if we seem to be seen as buying or vieing for other's attention, feeling fi, delphic attention strange nous seen, thinking all the world's a stage, your line.

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Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology. Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential. Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness. Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness. Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice. I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter. Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance. Psychokinesis is an art. Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries. No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy. Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!

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Jan 25, 2025

Jan 25, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Fulgurous fulcrum's fulham

Perhaps everything that has ever existed will exist forever in the psychic clarity of God. Retrospectively retroactive's omniscient ubiquity. Objectified manifest's infinite possibilities exponentially extemporaneous eidetic prospectus perpetrates incorporeity ideology's perfectible ontology. Imagination's immaturities would seem to purvey that these things are irrefragably inevitable in the light of noumenal sentience's semantic regalia. Astral projection's distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness to clairaudience clairvoyance existential extremity. Spatiotemporal telemetry tactician's trajectory extant is totally tangential. Extravagantly exorbitant's flirtatious flamboyance to flippantly flighty flit-ness. Down here at the bizarre bazaar we all believe in the blasphemous farcical fugue-ness estranged ensemble orchestrations and all. Some of us are even into the various assorted forms of related stranger weirdness, similar states of analogous collusion and ancillary subordinateness. Laboriously beleaguering hypercritically meticulous tedium, excruciating exacerbations of autonomous avarice. I'd like to think that these arguments have leverage on the reconnaissance reconnoiter. Mentality's osteopathic prescience is an empirical substance. Psychokinesis is an art. Eclectic synectics's social contiguities zoomorphic zoolatry to demagoguery could raise us all to new heights of enigmatism and leave our corporeally preternatural finiteness endowed with a fidelity that exceeds itself, foreshadowing life's mysteries. No more dour droll dreary ochlocracy of an oligarchy. Stolid stoic bailiff's rake-ness rails, vicarious recalcitrance for all!

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Thankful for you More than you know The telepathy runs deep It's certainly a mystery Never to be understood Just let it be

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Mar 17, 2024

Mar 17, 2024 at 12:14 PM UTC

JosieIsOnAVacationFarAway

Thankful

Thankful for you More than you know The telepathy runs deep It's certainly a mystery Never to be understood Just let it be

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From out of space my love re appeared and fast I ran away disbelieving. while hunted by webs of predators in greed modes trashing impeccable character inborn parenthood trait courage, heart skill grace, as weapons eluding chase avating jealousy outface. Each grotesque stunt trampled me to fall in pain. losing all crops of my hard labour scenarious so turbulent to depict. in any story poetry or book My love spark within outlived travesty and misery sent in. From an ancient love spell propelled a new lovers aim following me with grace deep as space, honor truth understanding patience Twin loss, twin dreams Experiences base the glue. Large as the cosmos we both Phathom, thirst, crave and love. Synchronicity in telepathy; the cosmos conspires offering cards to read virtual modes to explore our receptiveness. Our loving is a Deja-VU indeed. An ancient powerhouse, with outworldly, genetic legacies We both share in our weave. a hybrid mutant Adam and Eve. Who's my mystic beloved?A brightest star over Jaipur! Intergalactic, art at heart. Poet verse, he's honey bee. His aim is firm as his name He is me I am him within! similar avatar in the outside We tingle a double mystic smile. A magnetic vortex keep us both In one LOVEz voyage loop, through space.🐝🐝🛸. His vessel his gates his hands His mind,heart, soul is my own. Nothing and no one can pull us apart, we call HP our time machine to beyond Alpha Century bound. Thus, a billion stars cinthilate with gentle beams of hope Antimatter lovers lane And our heart Rd-Ad our home.🦋🦋. ~~~~ By: Karijinbba. Inspired by- Good better best MOI.

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Aug 5, 2021

Aug 5, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC

karijinbba

Antimatter lovers lane

From out of space my love re appeared and fast I ran away disbelieving. while hunted by webs of predators in greed modes trashing impeccable character inborn parenthood trait courage, heart skill grace, as weapons eluding chase avating jealousy outface. Each grotesque stunt trampled me to fall in pain. losing all crops of my hard labour scenarious so turbulent to depict. in any story poetry or book My love spark within outlived travesty and misery sent in. From an ancient love spell propelled a new lovers aim following me with grace deep as space, honor truth understanding patience Twin loss, twin dreams Experiences base the glue. Large as the cosmos we both Phathom, thirst, crave and love. Synchronicity in telepathy; the cosmos conspires offering cards to read virtual modes to explore our receptiveness. Our loving is a Deja-VU indeed. An ancient powerhouse, with outworldly, genetic legacies We both share in our weave. a hybrid mutant Adam and Eve. Who's my mystic beloved?A brightest star over Jaipur! Intergalactic, art at heart. Poet verse, he's honey bee. His aim is firm as his name He is me I am him within! similar avatar in the outside We tingle a double mystic smile. A magnetic vortex keep us both In one LOVEz voyage loop, through space.🐝🐝🛸. His vessel his gates his hands His mind,heart, soul is my own. Nothing and no one can pull us apart, we call HP our time machine to beyond Alpha Century bound. Thus, a billion stars cinthilate with gentle beams of hope Antimatter lovers lane And our heart Rd-Ad our home.🦋🦋. ~~~~ By: Karijinbba. Inspired by- Good better best MOI.

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The world has turned into a global village No one can deny on that... But..remember the phone we had placed on that beautiful table mat? Yes...it was a matter of pride to have one.. The only fastest medium of communication we had at that time It too had models...the rotary phone, the keypad and many fancy ones We talked, laughed and sobbed sitting at one place as we were tied with the corded set with everyone. It was safe.....no fear of radiation or loss of eye sight . Though it was much too costlier than what it is today....people still communicated and talked their heart out Now...every hand has a cell phone which comes with many features overcoming the limitation of the old one People can connect anywhere in no time Then why...? We are so disconnected.....! May be we mastered the art of telepathy?...or we are blessed with a magical wand...? We talk no more We only make groups We love forwarding messages We have become mute..... So can we again move to landline? Come out of the virtual world by talking to our dear ones at this time? Can we try and understand what they are hiding behind their smiling whatsapp profiles? Let's do things one at a time...rather than multitasking with phone on one hand and laptop on the other... Let's give them the love and respect when one needs from your side. So ..... sit back and dial a number of your loved one...and help the world again to become one if not through landline but may be your heartline!! Bina Mukherjee

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC

Bina

Oh!that landline

The world has turned into a global village No one can deny on that... But..remember the phone we had placed on that beautiful table mat? Yes...it was a matter of pride to have one.. The only fastest medium of communication we had at that time It too had models...the rotary phone, the keypad and many fancy ones We talked, laughed and sobbed sitting at one place as we were tied with the corded set with everyone. It was safe.....no fear of radiation or loss of eye sight . Though it was much too costlier than what it is today....people still communicated and talked their heart out Now...every hand has a cell phone which comes with many features overcoming the limitation of the old one People can connect anywhere in no time Then why...? We are so disconnected.....! May be we mastered the art of telepathy?...or we are blessed with a magical wand...? We talk no more We only make groups We love forwarding messages We have become mute..... So can we again move to landline? Come out of the virtual world by talking to our dear ones at this time? Can we try and understand what they are hiding behind their smiling whatsapp profiles? Let's do things one at a time...rather than multitasking with phone on one hand and laptop on the other... Let's give them the love and respect when one needs from your side. So ..... sit back and dial a number of your loved one...and help the world again to become one if not through landline but may be your heartline!! Bina Mukherjee

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If you are Lucky Lucky enough The wondering soul Will find Something Something To live by Forever

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Telepathy

If you are Lucky Lucky enough The wondering soul Will find Something Something To live by Forever

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your heart is connected to mine and that's why i think i feel so sad at times because when we're apart our hearts still communicate and the pain is just you missing me and me missing you i wonder if you feel it too

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Nov 22, 2018

Nov 22, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC

lovelywildflower

the telepathy in our hearts

your heart is connected to mine and that's why i think i feel so sad at times because when we're apart our hearts still communicate and the pain is just you missing me and me missing you i wonder if you feel it too

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I believe in telepathy. Even if I didn’t I should. I like to think you think of me Each time I think of something good. Since you are always on my mind, Energized by our connection, Across the ether you should find Me in your mental projection. I open up and let you in, And turn my loving thoughts to you. Each thought of you that’s ever been Should cause you to think of me too. You’re in my heart and in my head, And as unlikely as it seems, If I’m awake and you’re in bed, My thoughts of you are in your dreams.

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Jun 28, 2018

Jun 28, 2018 at 4:35 AM UTC

not_thepoet_hewantstobe

Telepathy

I believe in telepathy. Even if I didn’t I should. I like to think you think of me Each time I think of something good. Since you are always on my mind, Energized by our connection, Across the ether you should find Me in your mental projection. I open up and let you in, And turn my loving thoughts to you. Each thought of you that’s ever been Should cause you to think of me too. You’re in my heart and in my head, And as unlikely as it seems, If I’m awake and you’re in bed, My thoughts of you are in your dreams.

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No bone My skull has gone, no bone; Just an open mind of the fallen Sun. I collapsed in your arms and you held me close, Just like I always dreamed you would. I feel your hand upon my brain, It’s funny but relaxing. You feel my insistence for you again, As the waves in my mind start you laughing. We are connected, two people as one. Come here, feel love and never feel alone. Let me grow extendable arms, so I can wrap my arms around us; My arms fly around you and I many times, entrapping us in love. Stuck together forever, my love cannot be severed, I Love You! Didn’t you notice, that we made a connection? A telepathic, subtle, intelligent discussion; A meeting of the minds, blind to the eye, but there for certain. You know what I think somehow. I guess it’s written all over my face. So you know I am telling the truth to you now. I love you…I love her…I love (…) for she is my grace. (C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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Jun 15, 2018

Jun 15, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC

aa-harvey

No bone

No bone My skull has gone, no bone; Just an open mind of the fallen Sun. I collapsed in your arms and you held me close, Just like I always dreamed you would. I feel your hand upon my brain, It’s funny but relaxing. You feel my insistence for you again, As the waves in my mind start you laughing. We are connected, two people as one. Come here, feel love and never feel alone. Let me grow extendable arms, so I can wrap my arms around us; My arms fly around you and I many times, entrapping us in love. Stuck together forever, my love cannot be severed, I Love You! Didn’t you notice, that we made a connection? A telepathic, subtle, intelligent discussion; A meeting of the minds, blind to the eye, but there for certain. You know what I think somehow. I guess it’s written all over my face. So you know I am telling the truth to you now. I love you…I love her…I love (…) for she is my grace. (C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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A part of the process. As the cadence of my voice becomes a part of your tongue, I communicate with you in silence using telepathic thoughts. You are still growing and as of yet you are unborn, But creation has begun And there are many things you are learning And so much more that you need to be taught. Whisper to me and I will fulfill your needs; A daily dose of unending love is what you give to me. So happy inside your little bubble; Will you grow up to become a lot of trouble? Or will you bring us the contentment we have been searching for? You are a moving hand found beneath the rubble and we are all yours. A light in the dark, a glint in the eye; A smile and a wink and it was bed time… And so you were formed, so soon to be born; Nobody fully prepares you for all of the love. The fun you bring with you and the changes; What are the chances of my mind changing? They are not even remote; they are not a possibility. We are creating a planet; you are my world and my everything. And when you are with us, our cherub is helpless; But we will help you with whatever you need And do whatever it takes to make you happy. I don’t mind changing a ***** or two… It’s just a part of the process And you are now a part of our family. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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Jun 8, 2018

Jun 8, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC

aa-harvey

A part of the process

A part of the process. As the cadence of my voice becomes a part of your tongue, I communicate with you in silence using telepathic thoughts. You are still growing and as of yet you are unborn, But creation has begun And there are many things you are learning And so much more that you need to be taught. Whisper to me and I will fulfill your needs; A daily dose of unending love is what you give to me. So happy inside your little bubble; Will you grow up to become a lot of trouble? Or will you bring us the contentment we have been searching for? You are a moving hand found beneath the rubble and we are all yours. A light in the dark, a glint in the eye; A smile and a wink and it was bed time… And so you were formed, so soon to be born; Nobody fully prepares you for all of the love. The fun you bring with you and the changes; What are the chances of my mind changing? They are not even remote; they are not a possibility. We are creating a planet; you are my world and my everything. And when you are with us, our cherub is helpless; But we will help you with whatever you need And do whatever it takes to make you happy. I don’t mind changing a ***** or two… It’s just a part of the process And you are now a part of our family. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

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If thoughts can meet half way across the ocean and tornado a whirlpool of the unspoken King Triton would be threatened by the intensity of human expression

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Jan 25, 2018

Jan 25, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC

maria-etre

At a Distance

If thoughts can meet half way across the ocean and tornado a whirlpool of the unspoken King Triton would be threatened by the intensity of human expression

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She spoke of dreams and chasing shooting stars under galactic blankets that covered them warm... He kissed her quiet "Shhh darlin' you're doing it again.. you're reading my thoughts"

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Jan 24, 2018

Jan 24, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC

maria-etre

Shhh..

She spoke of dreams and chasing shooting stars under galactic blankets that covered them warm... He kissed her quiet "Shhh darlin' you're doing it again.. you're reading my thoughts"

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Girl, when we do not communicate with each other properly We tend to sadly push love away Joy turns into darkness Things have got to change We need to open up to one another There must be a form of telepathy Or else, we will both reap the cold winds of sadness And our souls will drown in misery

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Jul 10, 2017

Jul 10, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC

brooklyn6timesplus

Girl, When We Do Not Communicate With Each Other Properly

Girl, when we do not communicate with each other properly We tend to sadly push love away Joy turns into darkness Things have got to change We need to open up to one another There must be a form of telepathy Or else, we will both reap the cold winds of sadness And our souls will drown in misery

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I look and i spread wide Connection established, i am in your mind I see lust and lonesome , i understand I see jealousy and greed , i understand I am sad. What have become of woman and man? I don't back down in front of your mediocre thoughts You lack of soul , you lack of trust I open my eyes, and i rise There is only one answer, no need to analyse It is a vicious network, i am omniscient I live and capture it, this pure moment Spending my days aware, i am everywhere I combine intangible layers I am here , will you ever notice? Words Of Harfouchism.

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May 29, 2017

May 29, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC

Harleyhucof

The Vicious Network

I look and i spread wide Connection established, i am in your mind I see lust and lonesome , i understand I see jealousy and greed , i understand I am sad. What have become of woman and man? I don't back down in front of your mediocre thoughts You lack of soul , you lack of trust I open my eyes, and i rise There is only one answer, no need to analyse It is a vicious network, i am omniscient I live and capture it, this pure moment Spending my days aware, i am everywhere I combine intangible layers I am here , will you ever notice? Words Of Harfouchism.

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Thought of all those stones hitting my window The crush lover is like a austere sword Marble frames Blue veins Ducheess ice skies Pure white sheets Padded look Wavy gold hair Lighthouse freckles reflections The spellcaster in her room Gentle sender Captivating eyes Creator of edens She prepares her cotton spell Si tele swee lk pa ts thy Mi dia du lk mond st Thought of all those instants gemstones pictures - Codelandandmore //23:50 PM ©

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May 5, 2017

May 5, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC

Codelandandmore

Cotton Spells

Thought of all those stones hitting my window The crush lover is like a austere sword Marble frames Blue veins Ducheess ice skies Pure white sheets Padded look Wavy gold hair Lighthouse freckles reflections The spellcaster in her room Gentle sender Captivating eyes Creator of edens She prepares her cotton spell Si tele swee lk pa ts thy Mi dia du lk mond st Thought of all those instants gemstones pictures - Codelandandmore //23:50 PM ©

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If I could read your mind I wouldn’t. I'd rather go through the agony Of not knowing, Than rob myself from the beauty of finding out through your voice.

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 9:04 PM UTC

abraham-elizondo

I wouldn't if I could

If I could read your mind I wouldn’t. I'd rather go through the agony Of not knowing, Than rob myself from the beauty of finding out through your voice.

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I'll be sending my thoughts on the waves of wind, to get to you. Letting my tongue rest and silence do what my voice can't seem to do.

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Jan 26, 2017

Jan 26, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC

apollo-hayden

On the waves of wind

I'll be sending my thoughts on the waves of wind, to get to you. Letting my tongue rest and silence do what my voice can't seem to do.

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Bound, forever bound As words to promises are Across the distance of time, And the time taken to travel distance I still feel her Her conscious Talking to me, as though through telepathy. I still care Although I never show it, I was once in the spotlight And now I scuttle in shadows Wary of what I stumble into I have to be wary Or things will never be the same again

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Sep 7, 2016

Sep 7, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC

Visceral

As Though Time Heals...

Bound, forever bound As words to promises are Across the distance of time, And the time taken to travel distance I still feel her Her conscious Talking to me, as though through telepathy. I still care Although I never show it, I was once in the spotlight And now I scuttle in shadows Wary of what I stumble into I have to be wary Or things will never be the same again

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