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unto thee i
burn incense
the bowl crackles
upon the gloom arise purple pencils

fluent spires of fragrance
the bowl
seethes
a flutter of stars

a turbulence of forms
delightful with indefinable flowering,
the air is
deep with desirable flowers

i think
thou lovest incense
for in the ambiguous faint aspirings
the indolent frail ascensions,

of thy smile rises the immaculate
sorrow
of thy low
hair flutter the level litanies

unto thee i burn
incense,over the dim smoke
straining my lips are vague with
ecstasy my palpitating ******* inhale the

slow
supple
flower
of thy beauty,my heart discovers thee

unto
whom i
burn
olbanum
(From a Persian Carpet)


Ash and strewments, the first moth-wings, pale
Ardour of brief evenings, on the fecund wind;
Or all a wing, less than wind,
Breath of low herbs upfloats, petal or wing,
Haunting the musk precincts of burial.
For the season of newer riches moves triumphing,
Of the evanescence of deaths. These potpourris
Earth-tinctured, jet insect-bead, cinder of bloom—
How weigh while a great summer knows increase,
Ceaselessly risen, what there entombs?—
Of candour fallen from the slight stems of Mays,
Corrupt of the rim a blue shades, pensively:
So a fatigue of wishes will young eyes.
And brightened, unpurged eyes of revery, now
Not to glance to fabulous groves again!
For now deep presence is, and binds its close,
And closes down the wreathed alleys escape of sighs.
And now rich time is weaving, hidden tree,
The fable of orient threads from bough to bough.
Old rinded wood, whose lissomeness within
Has reached from nothing to its covering
These many corymbs’ flourish!—And the green
Shells which wait amber, breathing, wrought
Towards the still trance of summer’s centering,
Motives by ravished humble fingers set,
Each in a noon of its own infinite.
And here is leant the branch and its repose
of the deep leaf to the pilgrim plume. Repose,
Inflections brilliant and mute of the voyager, light!
And here the nests, and freshet throats resume
Notes over and over found, names
For the silvery ascensions of joy. Nothing is here
But moss and its bells now of the root’s night;
But the beetle’s bower, and arc from grass to grass
For the flight in gauze. Now its fresh lair,
Grass-deep, nestles the cool eft to stir
Vague newborn limbs, and the bud’s dark winding has
Access of day. Now on the subtle noon
Time’s image, at pause with being, labours free
Of all its charge, for each in coverts laid,
Of clement kind; and everlastingly,
In some elision of bright moments is known,
Changed wide as Eden, the branch whose silence sways
Dazzle of the murmurous leaves to continual tone;
Its separations, sighing to own again
Being of the ignorant wish; and sways to sight,
Waked from it nighted, the marvelous foundlings of light;
Risen and weaving from the ceaseless root
A divine ease whispers toward fruitfulness,
While all a summer’s conscience tempts the fruit.
Lamar Lewis Aug 2011
I am a blue bird exploding in a million bright beautiful colors and shades,
smooth spinning shapes.
Father always told me I was meant to take breeze beneath my wings and fly,  But all I want to do is roll around in the dirt;
***** dirt and I.   and I.   ||  the dirt, ***** dirt and I.   and   I.

Soothing bird songs, winds whisper along    In harmony you and I.   you and I.

I am a blue bird exploding not just in color, but in figure and scope.
On the next full moon I will pluck out of the sky and own
Every shimmering star, dreary dream, and hopeless hope.
I refuse to flap my wings like a feathery fool,
I'll keep my feet on the ground and my tail on a barstool.
Tapping talons to some beat, snapping and squawking at every fair fowl I meet.

Soothing bird songs, winds whistle along  
To every fair fowl face I greet, my hollow heart flutters, it fleets.

I am a blue bird eroding at all angles and ascensions;
savoring  such subtle and slithering sensations.
Wait for whipping winds to walk tenderly up my spine;
smelling the flowers, taking
its time
Pedals explode to expose
Ivy Iced Irises in fold
Within each bursting blossom I am swallowed
to sink in sublime.

Soothing bird songs, winds whirling strong

I am a blue bird eroding from outside and In.
The spectrum slid away--in this heavy blue I've hidden.
Praying for the pull of a pulsing red wind.
Please fill the hollow bones holding up my skin.
To lift my wings at long last and rescind.
*You Always Were a Bluebird
kenye Mar 2013
Summoning a Spring time synchronicity
The Goddess Archetype
Submitting at nature's feet
Resonating the ground
Shaking the Earth for the divine crown
To grace me with her presence
She'll embrace my transgressions
Wrapped around and tethered out
from my sacral region

My Princess almost got you beat
But she was always in another castle
Leaving notes
warning me of the ghosts
that'll chase me down when I'm distracted
It was always about the journey
so she left me with the gift of permanent flight
My imagination took it and ran with it
To the ascensions

The haunting happenstance
of the girl of my dreams
Teetering on the edge of sleep
We met halfway at fatigue
Waking up on the shores of her subconscious
Or was it mine?
Here's to shared consciousness

Pouring my heart out
into an empty glass house
Half-filled after I built it for her
The rest of the emptiness subsides
She found safety here
So she locked her totem away
Replacing her sanity
with a vacancy sign

A simple idea planted
but never manifested
Until it tore her soul out
It was her on the ledge of some building
begging me to jump with her
Shared freefall
Like we're still dreaming to wake up
and let reality's lie wash over us
She's slipping

She's caught up in mystery
There was always something about her
The way of the cliche and how it magnetizes
Pulling my insides out
Projecting my other half.
SassyJ May 2016
Jump on the boat and take is real slow
Throw the canvas and splash that oil
Squash the duck feathers and fill the mill
As the harmonica cruises craft the talk real slow

A touch of the knee and the spark shatters
A charter of recklessness heckled in two-tone composition  
Not a monochrome but a  jest of kaleidoscope cores
A fearless horizon of sirens and chaotic applause

A sate of pureness, meekness;widely see this woman words
The worth of how she works, the sweat in her sincerity
Spot the little life that she holds, clutch her lifetime ascensions
The silhouette that shows and fades away,chase her palm

Stroke her freedom, take her high to the clouds and show her
Ask her to sing her sweetest prescribed proscriptions
Be the operator that jerks her stringed rhythmic blues
Shine ohh diamond, Strike ohh as you expand…… touch the sentiment
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https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/pillowtalkandmellowpauses
Mohamed Amer Oct 2011
Rise from two blood rivers
Rivers use to be so blue

Standing on a mountain of bodies
Bodies that used to step on you

Serpent Tongue, Vicious eyes …
You are a body of lies

Stealing happiness from others
You enjoy their cries

Calling by not existing faith
To have a license to ****

Calling by not existing faith
For higher ascensions, for sick will

Calling by not existing faith
To enslave people, and show them hell

In this amazing existence
You’re no more than a large insect
You torture people to gain their respect

Respect is earned not usurped
But fantasies could be a torment

You see with blind eyes
That if you see at all !!
No compromise, ****’em all

Don’t you know that every nation will fall
And they shall rise?

Don’t you know, you made us suffer enough?
And we shall judge your vice

Hideous beast
You draw pain on people face

What comes around goes around
In time, you’ll hike in disgrace

A Fanatic
To no side, but his own

Genocide
Under you fragile throne

Spiteful,
A heart of cold stone

****,
You made people mourn

You hold a sword of religion that doesn’t exist
You call for unheard justice with iron fist
You walk to the unknown and inevitable mist
You are no savior, no angel, and no prophet

Pitiful, Sick and twisted mentality
Dismal, fool beyond insanity
Spiteful, swollen with his servility
Parasite, scornful identity

Sun, fell behind the sea
Crown, Broke with shame obduracy
Soul, Cursed with dim agony
Mind, brought us sheer calamity


To be or not to be
It’s between you and me
I will be free
Behold my fathers’ legacy
Kneel to my ferocity
You’ll be judged guilty
Verdict without mercy
You will serve your penalty
With endless agony,
Those who believed your heresy
Fake faith and deceptive reality
Shall fall, and test your misery
I shall send your ashes to the sea
When you are unknown history
When you and your fantasy
Become pages in lethargy
Zach Gomes Mar 2010
Then, bedded atop cushions of dark blood,
the blonde neck of a white woman.
The sun ravaged her hair
and licked the length of her pale thighs
and kneeled around her browner *******,
yet to be deformed by vice or birth.
Next to her lay the *****: horses’ hooves
had stamped his eyes and brow to a pulp.  He dug
two of the toes on his ***** left foot
deep into her small white ear.
She, though, lay and slept like a bride:
at the brink of happiness, of first love
as before the outbreak of a wave of Ascensions
of warm, youthful blood.
                   That is, until the blade
sank into her white throat
         and spilt an apron of dead purple blood about her waist.
Translation from 'Morgue' by Gottfried Benn
Jo Nov 2013
I am a bee
Hiding in the hard skin of a wasp
Living like a lying ghost
Among the ascensions, the decensions
Of their paper nest.

Born in a honeycomb
I wonder when life became
Less like honey and
More like venom
To me -
I was designed to fail
The moment my wings grew
Too small for my furry, fat body -
Maybe it's just Mother Nature
Telling me what I'm meant to be.

Had I tear ducts I'd weep
Alas I can only pretend morning dew
Is my sadness collected on a blade of grass,
For I fear these angry, swarming creatures
Will notice I am not like them
And then will prey upon me
Until they rip me open
And my dust will spill out
Until I am nothing
But sinking motes of yellow and black.

Mother Nature, in her infinite compassion,
Laughs.
Culpoetry Nov 2013
Wasteful wallowing in a crumbling hollow dwelling
Obfuscating the obvious problems, scared from telling

A distracted dubious damnation,
I have craved temptation into
cramped every solitary sensation
and turned them to them sins, too.

So I fantasise, and rampantly
Agonise the logic in my mind
I dream of worlds without proportion
and engagements of moral absorption.
Til' I saturate my soul with images
of endless time and space.

In a stale solitary dimension
I weave tales of honorary mention
but forget their ascensions.

Broken wishes of impossible ambitions
With uncultural and isolated renditions
Of self-indulgent ordeals.

Brought upon by uncontrollable feels
and reeled beyond sense into the light
where my mind cannot be healed.
Marco Carlos Jun 2019
What does one do when love is lost?
I have merely stopped existing.
No past, no future
No dreams, no fears
No up, no down
Just a mere straight line,
With no faults, breaks,
or ascensions.
I even crave a plummet,
If need be.
But there’s nothing...
I have flatlined, I am dead.
As what is life without love?
Nothing
Mane Omsy Jun 2017
Guess the revelation didn't hit a great impact
The magic from studios and stages has lacked
Where else do these maniacs set a comeback?
Grieving minds, screaming throats, reality *****
Some live in dream world lurking from poverty
Some live in nightmares lusting for majesty
The floor bubbling out molten lava, real fiery
Man I tried crossing the mine-land boundary

Huge words cut slow, so thin sharp ones
Harsh titles are awarded to the wrong ones
So may be they're trying hard for ascensions
Bothered about being on the other side once
They might hold the flag, lift it high with pride
Furious in incursions they blindly decide
But the universal truth, every lies will collide
Sam, you've let vendettas root deep inside
Most of the times when we open the news now-a-days we see violent decisions made by strongest countries against terrorism.. but first the root they are watering from behind must be revealed to the true people. They create the extremists and provide the elements to heat up the situations.  They invade countries and try to steal their provisions and natural oil lands. Everything should be raised in high voice and must be unzipped infront of the tricked people. Everyone should realize why peace couldn't be a more effective remedy unless these rulers are being removed from the leaderships.Peace
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2018
You are composed of desperate lies
From your head all the way down to your feet
Your whole existence depends upon
A delicate web of deceit

Dishonesty is clearly reflected
In the blue oceans of your eyes
You are so deep in denial you
Won't accept that you wear a disguise

You put a mask on your face each day
To cover up your many flaws
You are an actor playing a part
You crave the attention and applause

The world is your comfortable stage
Your story nothing more than a show
I wonder if there is a single
Piece of you I actually know

On your skin you paint a facade
To again coat the aching scars
Hollow promises are falling down
Fading faster than shooting stars

You protect your heart with empty lines
And apologies you wish you meant
Can't you see that I need more from you
Than the excuses you invent?

I deserve the real you not the
Careful persona you fabricate
I want to see what rests beneath
The image you work so hard to create

Manipulating our arguments
You try to distract me with anger
Hoping I won't notice the fact
I am staring at a stranger

You embody the character
Those closest to you think you are
Yes you are well meaning but
You have taken this drama too far

In relationships you cheat
A girl gentle and admired
Out of her forgiveness and hope
That your old ways will soon be retired

You are a child playing pretend
A boy wearing a grown mans shoes
Dress up is the game I hate
Yet still it is the option you choose

I don't understand why you would
Rather have admiration than trust
Your true colors are revealed and then
That admiration turns to disgust

I don't want to hear your honeyed words
Unless you mean them from your heart
Your actions don't reflect what you say
The conflict is tearing me apart

Once again you tell me you will change
As you have sworn a million times
But I'm tired of trying to
Decipher your threadbare pantomimes

I was never good at charades
You probably already knew that
You take advantage of the way
Im unsure of who Im looking at

You are Dr. Jekyl, Mr. Hyde
My best friend and worst enemy
An angel until the demon rises
You transform right in front of me

A natural shape-shifter
You effortlessly deceive
You cowardly hide under the
Cloak of false expectations you weave

I can't figure out your motives
I don't think I ever will
Maybe toying with emotions
For some reason gives you a thrill

I'm misled by flattery
Compliments and ascensions
I'm naively distracted by your charms
Struggling to see your true intentions

Now I know you are a fraud
Crying crocodile tears
Your forgery becomes apparent
More and more as the end nears

Betrayal courses through your veins
Secrets drip out of every pore
I don't even believe in your love
Or the feelings we share anymore

My patience is wearing thin
Your unreal mirage falls apart
I wish you would let me see past
The illusions and into your heart
This is about my ex. He was never honest with me about anything even after four years together, and I wouldn't get angry or leave him, I'm super understanding. He is just a compulsive liar.
Zainab Aug 2020
Time is of the essence,
Blessings in every second,
Ascensions to Dimensions,
Feels like I’m in heaven.
Michael Marchese May 2017
I wish I had a rhythm
So to set these words in motion
For my flow is as a river
But the dissonance, an ocean
In the ignorance outspoken
From the crashing angel tears
As sky sanctuary cityscapes
Bemuse my ringing ears
With a symphony of fears
Towards celestial ascensions
Too divine to comprehend
My God ethereal dimensions
Where the clouds are my inventions
When I'm feeling so azul
But my mind is Montezuma
My Mexica heart to rule
For the sun is my crown-jewel
And though adorned am I in gold
The power of my sacrifice
Comes from this pen I hold
KorbydAngyle Mar 2021
Bore what a bore is my life wince faster than
it takes a deception; vehement electricity tasting the vineyard
duller than the first pewter California sip
accentuated with a modern day Taser
Holding on to the lip of time. It hates me. It slips and searches
a blank draconian emergency that each
moment stood where it once did
... is a water laden hum drum sketched
monotonous wormy chained wreck.
Default harangue each sunrise a three piece suit of pleated crap on lacey dandruff ridden shoulder padded soul gowns on concrete swept at lengthy contortions till abysmal darkness sets.... not costume, not denial, not lack of effort, merely snarled all present bore of one's life...

-Into a burrow seconds lapse the dense vapid skin sutured onto the next tunnel a cavernous deep sounding drip constant drip drip dripping off stalactites enshrined by sights of every avenue I've ever walked.

To some symphonies are born of nature's extremes, only the life I have places the array at the bottom of the volcanic acidic festering winds of doubt deception and anxiety which regurgitate to putrid timing of the bells of pure boring ascensions and crescendos, until,
another being ***** their horn and freeing the lack of virtue of the
haughty exam of their youth they quipple of any, yet, more importantly, actually celebrate the life within which their living...

Not me gold flowers reaching a goal(poetic). Its all a lump of coal.
KorbydAngyle Nov 2020
I have my doubts though one way is  to cross through
Morgoth or Moloch or maelstrom of the daggers that
dare not do to you as I must
State of being as an American... graduations, convivials,
brunches and Sunday football gatherers...

Vitriol and dusts.. cruelty extremists.. in the Good Book I trust...
fire the moonshine runners, kick the tires,
burn the gloved fists, sapphires and rust

I am not fed by the chimes of spurious
daunting jabs and dares
We can not quiz valiance, doors to utopian
realms and passages to take us there

Nemesis so cloaked and free as dramas betwixt
were the destitute rally of failed strife stories now
They have begun being nixed for the better ones
That's you and me  
volley of drab defensive rushes
forwarded and returned
peeling by the time  
deliverance was the postage affixed

Always lost in hubris the darkest of hours
Oh God...Horus, oh Tiamat await within the spiritual spirits

Frolic a coy loss, avail and fail, win and loss,  free hits
Such as you and I, surely...
Pleasing to the laws that raced to sever flesh and verify ascensions
For as psychosomatic brevity scolded all were watched and mocked The decisions continue to contrasts to depths I(we) flew and swayed into the eves and dawns that greens of immersed magics founded of cadence  

Now shadows replace valor quickens the sights acknowledged
Words of attack too dense the ghosts slide into grasp of human touch
Making excited the lows and walking
the commodity of joy back home
I have swapped the cinders and children so futile and desperate yet history repeats surround now forces of the darkness as stronger wiser beings of the light have found it was to hurt me, they've found fealty in never turning the revenants  to madrigal wisps summoned by ceremonies of taciturn death
Tell me, tell us what you never did fragile young soul...
So nice to quell smooth novice frozen garb stitched of merry deniers
Unhook the golden copper wax coddled wires
Now use the knowledge of all creation brandish the satisfactions and follow the inhibitions into the new future
The ones that shadows had replaced time afore now merely we stand awaiting as servants to a cause at your door
yeah really let me think about that!
Big Virge Jul 2021
Now Within Life’s Selections...
There Are Misdirections...
  
From Which You Need To Give...
Yourself... Good PROTECTION... !!!
  
Because Much That Is Said...
And Presented To Heads...
  
Is Oh YES INCORRECT... !!!
So Don’t Just Ingest...
What People Present...
As Being What’s Correct... !!!
  
So Check Who You're Sexing...
Because Misdirections...
Can Lead You To TENSIONS...
Relationship PRESSURES...
And SERIOUS STRESSING... !!!
  
I Suggest That You CHECK...
And Then DOUBLE CHECK... !!!
  
... Historical Texts...
And What People Express...
Within Their Arguments... !!!
  
From Things Like Enslavement...
To Who You Call... FRIENDS...
  
SECRET... Experiments...
  
And The News That We’re Fed...
  
Oh And DON’T You FORGET...
About Our GOVERNMENTS... !!!
  
Because Time And Again...
They Clearly MISDIRECT...
  
WHATEVER Their Sect...
Or Agendas They Set... !!!
  
From The Smallest of Things...
To The BIGGEST of Grifts...
  
... Misdirections STING... !!!!!
  
If You Do NOT THINK...
About How Things Are Linked...
  
People Say A GREAT Deal...
That Just... ISN’T Real... !!!
  
Misdirections STEAL... !!!
As Well As Conceal...
The Truth To Maintain...
Falsehoods That Remain...
That Enslave Mind States...
And Keep People Restrained...
In Ways That Cause PAIN...
And DAMAGE To Brains... !!!
  
They DENIGRATE Names...
Who Won't Go Their Way...
  
So Make People Act Strange...
And Then Shift Their Shape...
Just Like New Gender Traits... ?!?
  
These Are Just A Few Ways...
Misdirections Now Sway...
And Affect Heads TODAY... !!!
  
Misdirections Shroud...
The World With Much Doubt...
  
And Are Now Used By Mouths...
To Leave People CLOWNED...
And To Make Them FROWN...
When Things In The World...
Are Turned UPSIDE DOWN... !!!
  
Like This Need For Protection...
Against... BAD INFECTIONS... !!!
  
From This Corona Thing... ?!?
That’s Been Quickly Spreading...
  
When You Take Time To THINK...
About Where We’re Heading...
  
Aren’t We MISDIRECTED...
MORE Than We’re PROTECTED... !?!
  
By Those Now Selected...
To Choose The Direction...
That’s Best For INVESTMENT...
  
AHEAD of Collections...
of... BETTER Directives...
Than Those We've Been Getting...
  
For THOUSANDS of Years... !!!
  
From MOORS Now REVERED...
To Those Who Are JEERED...
For What They Have Cleared...
As Being... Directions...
That Lead To Ascensions...  
For Human Progression...
  
Or Is That REGRESSION... ?!?
  
This Poem Is Sending...
A VERY CLEAR Message... !!!
  
Will All This Pretension...
And MISINFORMATION...
That’s Been Spread To Nations...
Through INCORRECT Lessons... !!!
  
From Names I WON'T Mention... !!!
  
When It Comes To INJECTIONS...
And New Tech Inventions...
As Well As Investments...
Through CASHLESS Inceptions... ?!?
  
The Dangers Are ENDLESS...
  
If You Are NOT Vested...
In Keeping Your Interests...
And Health WELL PROTECTED... !!!
  
From Modern Day Spreaders...
of Things That Need CHECKING...
  
That May Be... ?!?
  
... “ MISDIRECTIONS “...
It's clear that many have been used throughout history, so this poem merely suggests that it's wise to try to avoid being deceived by one.
KorbydAngyle Jul 2020
Assertion.. real world is destroyed by those who feel
The feelings are lost on all that betrays them and the streets
Betwixt.. the roads with the droves, their fallen fears, their fires and tears
And only now for once I triumph the trails of forever  in the tears
For now for whom the people force to wake in the beyond
Tomorrow is the hope for our warriors and the fallen sun
   We know no don't look! Go beyond!
The tough  shall ****, the tales of eternal dragons!
Now! now! now! Beyond the evil seas!  
To our insane brazen prosperity there's no times but these..
Wandering through  searing fights and the darkness inside the killing knives
Always thinking that you will know love   (darkness! darkness!)
Once and again the blackened sword is the absinthe and sails choke the sun

Doubtless shall be a time will tell all with the fires of the perpetual truth
Doubtless when all that's clouded your judgment  are cold and the living are killed, except me
Oh hosts who gather round I shall live upon the crooked cross, I have lost, you still shall die
Go! Go beyond the evil seas!
In a brazen prosperity there's no times but these..

As soon as tomorrow the fears and the hopes and power and dreams
What lives? Yet together the pain and the powers are mysterious
And though I would have been caught alone dead left for lost
I'm still counting out the untold ascensions shrouded and  gone for old
It is on sativa super gold all seems that the present means I’m lost inspired by the devious
Go!  Go beyond the evil seas whence souls will assail across all of the lands!
Go now beyond the evil seas…
if you take it for joyous despite the wording...

— The End —