"astrals" poems
Misty hair
Of angels fair
Cimmerian astrals
To kings and empress's
Slaves to eachother
For as god to be the watchmen
Snow white
Of Spain
Calling
Her king again
Shy
But as for him
All open
In back door hush-hush
For their marble's meet
In focus!!
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
As the world dissolves into the vanity,
the speech is slurred and he can't really pay attention.
His eyes can't cease to get a mention,birds twitter coz his voice sounds better when day ends.
I really can't say when,
but since then he's been trapped..inside his mind he lives in the Garden of Weeden.
Trapped trapped trapped inside the walls of his subconscious mind, the garden of weeden, his nirvana, safe haven. Smoke inhaled, never exhaling, hold on tight, fingers clenched until the burning sensation makes him pay attention, I am saved, the garden of weeden, my nirvana.
Nirvana took my bravado,
I know I got what fuckboys don't.
When vaporised my words make them choke,
loss of their greatest hopes for what's dope.
Freedom stays cloaked in corrogated iron sheets,in a deep sleep induced by so-called "sweet dreams",but he astrals through this dimension.
Dimentia came and so did Fester,
their brains can't seem to process the controversial words.
But he does,
coz he's just on the highest peak of consciousness.
At his highest peak of consciousness, his kundalini risen, chakra's in alignment, he saw it all, the lies, the truth every ******* thing so clear to him, overwhelming to say the least, cathartic, he became catharsis.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
kush so dank got me laid out seeing the astrals.
third eye open wide feelin toasty.
blazed strong got em calling me slumped boy.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
I had to go
I knew I had to know,
so I rowed against prevaiing winds
and in the burning desert sands, I scorched my feet and hands,
but what was it
I had to know, and was it that, I got?
I forget.
I was falling into that higher place
and so I stood and tore the net curtains aside.
and inside
I swear
I saw upon a stair,
nowhere and nothing and everywhere and everything standing still and there I was
but where was I?
inside the iris of my third eye
but I forgot it, can't remember anymore about the stairs behind the door that looks into the other place where lace curtains can be torn aside and mortal men can look inside,but they'll forget it too,these visions are not for me or you,the children of the soil,they'd only spoil our dreams at night,when we can dream of second sight that few of us will ever know
I had to go
I knew
then what did I do?
I forgot it all.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
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that devil in-disguise
with fluent rhymes
able to infiltrate ones minds eye
indifferent to anothers life
paying a high price just to say a live
many say he is blind
to focused on their own grind
though they always seem to claim their prize
a vice to them filled with compromise
denial does not lead to the conclusion
yet brings new adventure
as eyes close
venturing off to the astrals
where conversations and meetings are held
violence is quelled
to wake to a new day with orders to follow
much more is possible when ones 3rd eye is opened
a portal to new opportunities arise
a new prize for this devil in-disguise
to become entwined within
thus is the way of
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:06 PM UTC
I wrote to Jupiter
That it will take some time.
That I know he lay ashes
But the fire I put out.
I wrote to Venus
About the silly things
That she often said,
And I wonder
Did the astrals
Shoot their arrows in my head.
How I got myself here
When did I tug away
And far I have drifted
As I lay sad and astray.
I wrote to Jupiter
On merit and plea,
I wrote Venus
On why she painted me.
I love the strangeness
Of the bellis growing freely
But I'm a plucked blossom
Needing to regrow to be free.
Jul 19, 2017
Jul 19, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC