#third
you are the first person
or i am the second person
or am i a person
and you are a person
or we are first
or we are second
and they are third
it's easy to confuse paper
for a mirror
when it says your
yours
you
it might come off
as a recording
if it says my
mine
i
maybe you and i though
can be third to they
is that okay?
i'd say hey yeah hey
you bet'cha
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
WHITE WITCHES IN THE WIND
Up the dark and barricaded staircase
with a monitor well focused between their legs
they came to digest an ego
caress ten long fingers flaming at the tips
Imbibe bright juice
heal a chequered heart
mount the focused quartz
don the weathered leather
As African hero’s of the past stare
Through windows draped in white chiffon
They smooth peppercorn hair
in ecstasies of bliss as delicate oil
flare their nostrils, ignite their liver
while township youth play dice upstairs
Modelling their future on one man alone
as jazz tunes are whistled from corners
the piano remains covered in velvet
with a white knight trying some stunts
And a wizard talks tales of Mecca
then prays on centre stage
They twist locks and slit bars
violet suns stream in
all is touched with gold as he glances
at their toes, skirmishes their
******* in figures of eight
On a path to the beyond
White witches in the wind
©GhairoDanielsPoetry2003
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
evolution or
creation or a
possible third choice
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC
Cracked SOLES extorted
because third worlds must cry
YOURS are rubberized
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, October 23:>
bribed the day light to catch me
to welcome the dark night quickly
careful heels
afraid would sting would peel
to the rough ground's coldness
wore this covering black dress
walked on a damaged fate
all in the name of an elegant slate
silent walls no comment
a posture to the moon sent
the perfect hair scattered
my own self compliments flattered
alone for the mirror to be impressed
smiled and the reflection takes a guess
waved for the air
to feel attention somewhere
on that eye
smudged ink lines
vanilla hangs in the atmosphere
memories do nothing to fear
--------ravenfeels
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
The radio in my mouth is broken
The tuner slides from the channel
It's set
And I'm forced to listen
To others words
In rhythms I hate
The radio in my mouth is broken
The sound is full of noise
And its volume jumps
At the worst times
When I can't speak
Over it
The radio in my mouth is broken
The power button is difficult
And dramatic
It fails in good company
When I need it most
And surges to life
Late at night
So I listen to the songs it plays
To no one but myself
Words and melodies
Wriggle through clenched teeth
While I stare at the ceiling
The radio in my mouth is broken
So I look at others
And they at me
As we listen
Together
To what it plays
Nov 9, 2021
Nov 9, 2021 at 12:49 PM UTC
I saw 25 years flash before my tired eyes
Third of my life is over
Older with every sunrise
Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 10:25 PM UTC
you point out the moon
but your fingers are begemmed
i don’t notice it
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
Third of five
A gemini
When she flies we soar
Her noise can floor
Echoed in our ears
Remembering laughter brought
A powerful injection of positive vibes that elevates temporary state
The scales etched from one to ten
A bell of Tibet
She cares to share so extra
Between be relatively unseen
Conceded when she dips
her time is needed
Worthy as a sister of mercy
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
If she is the sky
And he is of earth
If she spans the height
He is the girth
Where are you?
Here between these lines
Spoken but unheard
Seen but invisible
Once first, now third
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
In transit on a stationary life
The earth rotates on it's own access
It spins,
So if my soul wait
Hopefully,
Ghost, you will float by again.
Bring with you my smile
I misplaced it
Like hope lost, to find it
I need to go back in time
When your hand was always locked in mine
Inseparable we were
The truth is
Love is blind
I pulled out it's eyes
I laid it to waste
I spit out your name
As I don't want to know how a lie taste
If love becomes deceitful
Then we no longer safe
Love was hope
Now all it brings is distaste.
Cupid is fake
I looked for him all over
I needed his bow and arrow
This time he won't miss
You need to alleviate this sorrow
The time we surfing on is borrowed
I hate myself for wasting it on a ghost
A figment of my imagination
Do I know what happiness name is?
Or
I am just pains host.
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
"i don't want to rule or conquer anyone;
i should like to help everyone if possible —
jew, gentile, black man, white
we all want to help one another;
human beings are like that."
charlie chaplin wrote these words for
"the great dictator" a political satire
the nazis didn't want to hear anymore
but the dictator's speech went viral
in a wehrmacht's cinema, partisans of tito
made fun of ****** and exchanged
a propaganda-film for chaplin's video
an audience of nazis raged
a flash of fun in a ***** led by
insane murderers on stimulants
***
mr. chaplin i do thank you for
your outcry emerging from
human tragedy.
good bye...
R.I.P. Charles Spencer Chaplin
✞ December 25th 1977
God bless you.
Dec 25, 2019
Dec 25, 2019 at 3:34 PM UTC
There's a seat right smack-dab in your mind,
A seat that's not that hard to find,
Where passion and grace, find a meeting place and love is eclipsing of time,
When asked how, I say now,
Cause its not when or then,
And I feel like that's blowing your mind?
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 10:58 PM UTC
I guess I must be
A criminal
Because I
Am a prisoner
And people hurt
For a reason
As far as
Reasons go
I don't have many
Just a bucket
Full of guilty
Misbeliefs
All the lies
That I tell
To the me
In the mirror
I know I'm
No good
But god I'm
Just a little girl
Only fifteen
Aren't I allowed
To think
I'm pretty
Can't I believe
That someone
Might love me
What happened
To twirling my
Fingers in
My curled hair
Because they
All say to
Trust my intuition
But intuition's
A *****
And she says
Everything
I don't want
To hear
That is my
Heartbreak
Reality
My saddest
Totality
I am not
Pretty
I am not
Witty
I am not
Smart
I am not
Creative
I am not
Loving
Nor am I
Loved
I am not
Perfect
I am not
Enough
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
An auction was held at the gallery
Many from afar had come
He who loved the painting so dearly
Puts on his best suit and brought a large sum
For he dreamed this day to come
Finally, he and the painting can be one
Alas a person came that made him numb
Who commanded power and
money, outbid everyone
Stood there lifeless
Could not comprehend what happened
Nowhere to go, feeling hopeless
His once favorite spot now darkened
Missing is the painting he so loved
That was taken from him in an instant
For once he never felt loved
And that dream is now very distant
Left the gallery soaked with tears
His heart has died and lost it spark
All alone with a couple of beers
Drunk and left dancing in the dark
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 4:49 AM UTC
The defenses failed, just tell them to evacuate again.
I know we lost, but must we even rebuild?
Disaster struck humans and angels once were worth more.
But all they did was keep heavenly bodies fighting!
And every third word I try and speak with
you, but these sounds so precious threaten our lives.
And maybe I cling to hope which clings to
those who get an angel's death, making things right.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
Four helping hands
Its two for two
The third to last
Is feeling blue
Let go, let go
Can't hold no more
Let go, let go
Now three not four
Three helping hands
Now all for one
The third to last
He's time is done
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Pictures lie , these images **** me,
Teleport to places I can be,
Myself in this wicked world, cause I,
NeeD The LorD To FinD Me A BlessinG,
Take me from the world that I'm dreading,
Put me in a carriage with horses, place me
where my astral would lie,
I AM MorE ThaN HumaN, No SurprisE,
People lie , you know you can't trust them,
They let greed and things consume them,
Time spent wasting on love is ******
I ThoughT McDonald'S WaS QuitE WorseR,
Furthermore, there is no discussion, pacing,
About news in this system, everything will
corrupt your mind,
DeatH TrapS EverywherE , TherE Is No TIme.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 12:18 AM UTC
The Two Halves of the Third Eye
There once was a man,
Who possessed a third eye,
One hundred men called him boss,
One nation called him king,
False plans, built with a lie,
Each loss a flagrant sting,
Social struts, wearily wail,
Beatin’ social berserkers bide,
Biding time to bestow billable babal,
Babal their own perspective truth,
For the mad king employs a social sleuth,
There once was a man,
Who too possessed a third eye,
No one called him boss,
Only of his mind was he king,
Baring witness to chaos,
Hundred men with varied tasks,
Constant change, masks, zero growth,
Prosperous peace is what he quoth,
No qualms from flawed quartz courts,
No screaming in petty squabbles for bill or buck,
Just peace via peace, with a little bit of luck,
A man with sight is always bright,
Closest friends tight,
With height he releases rage and any petty slight,
A man of no flag, field, forge nor foundry,
Opening eyes to let others see,
Hundred men create individual chaos,
Blinding all to divide and conquer,
Winding, twisting, and perverting truth,
Idyllic statues of justice fade and collapse,
More money to fuel the kings greedy relapse,
As long as their is another man with light,
With a sight for people, for people,
For all of the kings ***** ****** might,
People for people will never cease this fight.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 4:21 PM UTC
12:00 p.m
21st March, 2019
Happy World Poetry Day!!!
To you that swims the canals of my veins - words
to you that held my hands towards home - reflections
to you that seeps into my mind like droplets - quotes
to you that I lay bare to heal the fragments of a moon - prose
to you that I dare not neglect for I am you - poetry
this soul here is yours
I lay open my gateways
use me to share nature's wonder
use me to convey life's in between
for today I honour my twin in her glory
I'll be your eyes and ears as my mouth speaks of your truth
Let's make love on landscapes watch
as the horizon admires our energy
Let's meet at sunset to travel
roads cushioned by the soil
For the grasses await our presence
to share with us wisdom from beyond
You know how the trees bow to us
whenever we smile at them?
Their spirit welcome us as we
await flowers to bloom love
The planets giggle when I fly with you
so the moon pecks them with our light
Till her breathe ceases
and the call she answers
explorations of you is a relish
On paper and screen she'll birth you
In her and consciousness
you'll always be
I love you poetry
loving you wholesome
I learnt to love me
Him
life
creation
and the aftermath
As we journey on
Open I am to your light
Sparkle and shimmy with me
as we walk to renew, revive you
on the scroll of this civilisation
and the looming ones from time
It's a date that never ends with you
Here, take a hug, poetry!
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Just laying there , knowing you’re awake but feeling asleep
You feel suction cupped to your bed by your blankets
Your pillow slowly accumulating moisture from sweating
Your dreams alive but reality won’t let you accept it
Both eyes closed but there’s only one possibly peeled
You might sleep with your third eye open too ..
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:43 AM UTC
they tell me how to live my life
and do you know the funny thing about that?
the funny thing is,
is that they don't know the nights
the reasons
that's lead to the bags under my eyes
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC