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"blissfull" poems
You are my Kaleidoscope, I look to you for change, You are my Kaleidoscope, Vivid, beautiful and strange, I look to you for star dust, half moons and golden suns You are my Kaleidoscope, A wild array of colour, You are my Kaleidoscope, I stare through every blissfull hour, I change my life, hope and dreams, To reflect your ever-changing themes, You are my Kaleidoscope, A visit that is exquisite, You are my Kaleidoscope, I will never tire of what you show, You are life and air to me, To my eyes you are all they know.
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Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC
Kaleidoscope Hope
you wanna be happy dontcha? Not 'till I reach the state of Anhedonia never heard a such place. Well I guess that you've been blessed Good cheer and health, good taste I guess Seems Old Man your way's the best But I wasn't taught the same and i know you're not to blame What the hell is it that it makes grown men drool Well it's not the Bright Side but The Dark Side of The Spoon. Blissfull Bafoons The Beguiled, miscreant, Fiendish Fools. Dim Lit hid in Vastness of the last Lunar New Moon Beg that you see and awaken. You and every one else awaken too. how good does it feel to fly above ridicule? Gimmie some money and ill show you old fool
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Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
Just Wish You Wouldn't Sun
As I sit here on this quiet night, The air is finally cool. The sky is dark, That same air moist; smelling fresh and new. Lightning dances 'cross the sky, flashing ever bright. I see it's full of stories to tell Some a mystery, yet some I know well. The only sounds emitted are from the creatures of the night Singing a song for the rain that has gone, For the lightning dancing- ever bright. As has become my custom, I wonder, if you were here, What would you have to say about This lightning dance so clear? So easily can I imagine us sitting in this night Whispering and cuddling- the lightning ever bright. Then, just as quick as that lightning's dance, A thought flashes through my brain. Unsure of the answer, even afraid, I wonder all the same, If you would think of me (as I do you) On blissfull nights of peace. I can't say you would, so I struggle for the thought to cease. On a quiet night like this, Who would dance across your mind? When the rain has gone, and the air finally cool, Lets lightning dance 'cross the sky.
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 3:29 AM UTC
The Lightning Dance
You speak of love Yet its lust you seek Invigorice longing You fall to your knees Wanting one thing Craving sensuality Fulfillment lacking You forget to breathe Rising again Into blissfull glee Then once again You collapse into me
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Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Longing
Blissful silence in the dark Breathing sounds could be heard from afar As i got closer it got louder In the pitch black room All around me was darkness The breathing got rougher and louder With a mourn mixed in here and there.... I could feel strength leaving my body Daring myself to move closer In the pitch black room I could make out figures Looking like an enormous beast Devouring its prey Swallowing it whole I lost the strength to run Or scream A shouting heart jolting my trans mind Like a rolling rock on a steep slope I Moved forward In the pitch black room Right in-front of me ...... A scene i couldn't fathom Two silhouettes panting and mourning Even without a clear picture Even without the sound One couldn't help but swallow a mouthful Of saliva This hunger inducing scene played out As my heart started racing A bright light flashed blinding me In a now bright room The two seemed unaffected Like the illumination from the light Wasn't visible to them I could clearly see a figure A figure so thirst inducing One could mistaken it for aphrodite And wen she mourned A sweet melody Compared to that of the music of apollo Lost in the beauty of this beauty And the melody she was creating I heard a name As she said it again I opened my eyes Opening my eyes to gaze into hers They seemed to blaze with a flame One that felt inextinguishable One that would devour any soul that came close This beautiful yet dangerous flame I knew if i went close there is no coming back Yet a deep sense of belonging came from within A cold yet familiar sensation was flowing through me She moved her down my chest As it moved i felt it..... For the first time Pure craving Like an electric current running thru me Leaving chaos in its wake Like a drum-roll My heart cried out With it melting the cold sensation Like a beast unleashed My body was brimming with strength Moving my hands towards her Like a black hole Like Jormungand Every cell in me was screaming Shouting And scratching Trying to heed her call Getting ready to devour her Swallow her whole N show her how deep the abyss went
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Jul 12, 2023
Jul 12, 2023 at 7:22 PM UTC
Blissfull silence
Blissful silence in the dark Breathing sounds could be heard from afar As i got closer it got louder In the pitch black room All around me was darkness The breathing got rougher and louder With a mourn mixed in here and there.... I could feel strength leaving my body Daring myself to move closer In the pitch black room I could make out figures Looking like an enormous beast Devouring its prey Swallowing it whole I lost the strength to run Or scream A shouting heart jolting my trans mind Like a rolling rock on a steep slope I Moved forward In the pitch black room Right in-front of me ...... A scene i couldn't fathom Two silhouettes panting and mourning Even without a clear picture Even without the sound One couldn't help but swallow a mouthful Of saliva This hunger inducing scene played out As my heart started racing A bright light flashed blinding me In a now bright room The two seemed unaffected Like the illumination from the light Wasn't visible to them I could clearly see a figure A figure so thirst inducing One could mistaken it for aphrodite And wen she mourned A sweet melody Compared to that of the music of apollo Lost in the beauty of this beauty And the melody she was creating I heard a name As she said it again I opened my eyes Opening my eyes to gaze into hers They seemed to blaze with a flame One that felt inextinguishable One that would devour any soul that came close This beautiful yet dangerous flame I knew if i went close there is no coming back Yet a deep sense of belonging came from within A cold yet familiar sensation was flowing through me She moved her down my chest As it moved i felt it..... For the first time Pure craving Like an electric current running thru me Leaving chaos in its wake Like a drum-roll My heart cried out With it melting the cold sensation Like a beast unleashed My body was brimming with strength Moving my hands towards her Like a black hole Like Jormungand Every cell in me was screaming Shouting And scratching Trying to heed her call Getting ready to devour her Swallow her whole N show her how deep the abyss went
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Blissfull in blues, And moral decline, Kissing deeply, Making you want me, Completely everytime. Faithless and new, Moving subtly in time. Possessing desperately, Making you need me, Unconditionally mine. Endless and bound, Together like rhyme. Holding tightly, Making you love me. In union for ever we shine.
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May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
The art of love making.
i can think all i want everyday i can mentally put myself in a better place i can have an imagenary happiness a stable, infinate happiness but i could never be as blissfull on this earth as i was in my youth, in my ignorance everyday i will be consumed by my dream- holding you again, embracing you again, loving you... again but your just a dream, my heavenly dream
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
Snowman in July
There is one who is sunlit   Potent as the jade-green sea     Inhaling blissfull birdsong      Exhaling ancient threnodies               Years of headlights, rainsoaked        Highways: miles under desert         Sun. copper-skinned she's spells            To sing with lips love letter soft            She writes cataclysmic sonnets            Without using words.             Unabridged Resolute              Her asthetic purely Lunar              He tries to match her              Inhale to inhale             Exhale to exhale            But he is a corpse           Buried in black soil         Roots to wrap and swallow him       Crushing the soul from his bones      Cursed then to wander mountains    And watch her rest weary legs as she   Drinks deeply from Aquarius
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
Cut
Follow lights the will-o-wisps To red lights onto pillow slips Walk under streetlight to pink lips Everyone after green glow Even if it means being a *** J.Gatsby's after the afterglow Peddlin their product, street vendors Dealin in meat and being tender ****** in a backseat, body lenders Crafting blissfull afterglow and after glow Some call it sinful so callow although Most aren't so shallow, chill in a bordello Red lights swimmin in the air Sanctity dyin without care For sale tittys and derriere
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
Red Light District
its always sunrise somewhere things move in every atoms presence tonal vibrations power through into tmorows certian serenity blissfull melodies we die daily in our meditational  cremation ground of  minds past eye had been cast upon building up or down spiral, the.sine curve of life respect the crecendos with ease the patterns are flexible in form shape and mind
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Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
long journey ahead
Waves crash over me As the fish swim and I sink Weightless and blissfull I swim up above Wrapped in sea foam and seaweed My world is at peace
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Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Ocean Peace
Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open! Submit your five songs by emailing them to [email protected] "BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?" Well me, I'm glad you asked. The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe. Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist, listen to that playlist on a loop AND NO OTHER MUSIC for an entire month. I have continued this tradition each year recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers to listen along with me. These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences, but there is one thing they all have in common. The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones. This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation. These people offer their body and spirit to music. Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music. Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole. For an entire month. Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than YOUR SUBMISSIONS! This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate. Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops. Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face. If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day. This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition. want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ******** keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting? Or contribute YOUR five songs? Just Send an email to [email protected] by the end of August to participate! Go check out the playlist itself here: https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM UTC
Annual Musical Torture Experiment: 2017
Submissions to the Annual Musical Torture Experiment for 2017 are officially open! Submit your five songs by emailing them to [email protected] "BUT WHAT IS THE MUSICAL TORTURE EXPERIMENT NICK?" Well me, I'm glad you asked. The Musical Torture Experiment was started in 2013 by yours truely, Nicholas R Coulombe. Where I asked everyone I knew, met, or saw on the street, to hand me 5 songs that I would add to one playlist, listen to that playlist on a loop AND NO OTHER MUSIC for an entire month. I have continued this tradition each year recruiting Willing victims & voulenteers to listen along with me. These victims have many different lives, interests, and genre preferences, but there is one thing they all have in common. The blissfull escapism of living in their headphones. This gaggle of Tune-heads who use their music as a fundamental life resource, a coping mechanism, an escapist fantasy or meditation. These people offer their body and spirit to music. Now, for a whole month, they are relinquishing control of their music. Shotgun no longer shuts their piehole. For an entire month. Listeners will not be able to skip or select any music other than YOUR SUBMISSIONS! This is the perfect opportunity to force someone to really find whats so amazing about those artists we culturally hate. Or maybe theirs an oldy that your grandkids Refuse to consider music because there is static or twangy voices instead of bass drops. Maybe you talk about your love of skrillex and a hipster spits their kombucha in your face. If you have songs that DESERVE the light of day. This is your chance to indulge in their exhibition. want to voulenteer yourself as tribute to listen along with these crazy ******** keep tabs on what is being added cause you think its kinda interesting? Or contribute YOUR five songs? Just Send an email to [email protected] by the end of August to participate! Go check out the playlist itself here: https://open.spotify.com/user/124409443/playlist/2TAdzDUKx7sfW1uJrqMS7K
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Your skin feels warm, like silk on silk You make my days feel sunshine yellow. In the begining seeing you was like spining. Yellow spining The spining has stoped, But i'm left in a blissfull, perfect, relaxed state. You constantly surprise me with your selflessness. You came out of a fairy tale didn't you? Take me back with you. Let me be your princess. You've promissed me forever. I'm forever yours. Lets spend our days in yellow sunshine, floating on our endless love.
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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 5:08 PM UTC
~Perfect~
Lay down your arms and hold completely defenseless, Love yourself with a deep desperation blissfull and limitless. Let the moment wake your tears, And live with me all of your torturous fears. Lay yet closer so our lips barely part, Hold my hand as if nursing your own heavy heart, Take from me all you need to rebuild, All the life that lonliness has killed. My beauty my love my absent harmony, You have consumed and taken the very last part of me, No longer do your hands hold the fractures, That re-break and tear without loves raptures. Naked and used my lips are cold, and after these years you've left me old, Wrinkles creep on every canvas, Till they like you consume all the paint. No beauty no rhymes that convey completion, Just left alone and dejected used till depletion.
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Jul 23, 2012
Jul 23, 2012 at 7:39 PM UTC
Depleted Canvas
My dreams.They come to me like midnight jasmine. Treacle sweet as I walk in heavens garden. Leaves brush my cheek In passing. As I srroll through heavens garden. My days are spent in reverie of blissfull Oceans lapping distant shores. Misty breezes take me deep As I walk in heavens garden She holds my hand and thrills my heart. Long and winding paths take me up counry roads. Birds urge me forward with sweet song. To the place where I belong. As I stroll through heavens garden. Sunshine opens my soul. Eternal joy from afar. Stars await their turn. To burn and glow from a million miles To light the way for my footfall . Sweetgrass s is my bed. Crickets serenade as I drift through heaven's garden.
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May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Heaven's garden
Honestly, I was paralysed Quick breathed, chest choking kind That numbs to the tips of fingers And the bottom of the heart, Feet spread wide apart as if I ever stood a chance of taking the blow. Its stings, bleary eyed I'm blinking and rubbing at the skin, massage the redness away; All that nasty shame and the ridiculous burn of guilt That has me wilting round my shadow. I think I might have seen something, Hints bleeding into the beauty of blissfull ignorance and dulling the gleam, Blinkers just a little skew-wiff To let the light in and shine on your bare *** Going to town between someone else's legs. You dont look half as nice now, Your flesh is pale and hair curls darkly And its gross, like those meaty moans That make you sound like a boar. I can't call her a ***** not really, But shes enjoying herself with the lie of one Screaming obscenities to God As if hed take time out of his Busy schedule to fulfil her voyeristic fantasies, Deity bowing his head to watch You smash into her and smash us to pieces. You're shuddering and shes faking those screams There"s no glee in her eyes, just the simpering emptiness of making you feel like a man. But your not, you're a coward Who's **** is fond of flattery, chases it like a puppy, perking up hopefully to be petted. I dont think I'm upset anymore. I'm out the door and rain falls cool on the ground I'm crunching down the gravel, shedding my committment, It's has a satisfying sound that dies Beaneath my boot as you stumble after me. 'It's not what you think' It's funny because I honestly Hadn't thought anything except I'd never never seem you like that before; Not so raw and pasty And ugly. Maybe you'll meander back into my mind As divine as you have been before But right now I deplore the memory. I dont love you Because I dont know who you are.
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Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
Rose Tint Withered
Honestly, I was paralysed Quick breathed, chest choking kind That numbs to the tips of fingers And the bottom of the heart, Feet spread wide apart as if I ever stood a chance of taking the blow. Its stings, bleary eyed I'm blinking and rubbing at the skin, massage the redness away; All that nasty shame and the ridiculous burn of guilt That has me wilting round my shadow. I think I might have seen something, Hints bleeding into the beauty of blissfull ignorance and dulling the gleam, Blinkers just a little skew-wiff To let the light in and shine on your bare *** Going to town between someone else's legs. You dont look half as nice now, Your flesh is pale and hair curls darkly And its gross, like those meaty moans That make you sound like a boar. I can't call her a ***** not really, But shes enjoying herself with the lie of one Screaming obscenities to God As if hed take time out of his Busy schedule to fulfil her voyeristic fantasies, Deity bowing his head to watch You smash into her and smash us to pieces. You're shuddering and shes faking those screams There"s no glee in her eyes, just the simpering emptiness of making you feel like a man. But your not, you're a coward Who's **** is fond of flattery, chases it like a puppy, perking up hopefully to be petted. I dont think I'm upset anymore. I'm out the door and rain falls cool on the ground I'm crunching down the gravel, shedding my committment, It's has a satisfying sound that dies Beaneath my boot as you stumble after me. 'It's not what you think' It's funny because I honestly Hadn't thought anything except I'd never never seem you like that before; Not so raw and pasty And ugly. Maybe you'll meander back into my mind As divine as you have been before But right now I deplore the memory. I dont love you Because I dont know who you are.
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I'm waiting for that blissfull moment when, I am freed, from the torment of the world of wars, laments of safety,  health,  protects , prevents! of the waking world, of groans and moans and sighs From the ever silent smirking from todays plan, no more working simulated twerking bad news briefers perkin A respit from,  "The Land of Lovely Lies" Oh, the smiling nodding jestures from the too-cute empty nesters the, once we were protesters the, Winsor Knot and vest-ers makes me look away No! contact for sad eyes. With lead lids steady drooping my pace has slowed, now stooping alone: no more grouping no chicken, rooster cooping. It's time to sleep, so, I'll say todays goodbys.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Waiting to Wave
If only my eyes has a function like that of a camera, I would have all our perfect memories captured, then have them printed. In that way I could keep them perfect even after bad things happen. If only my heart has a video player, I would have all our fun and blissfull moments recorded then burn them to a cd. Insert them to my heart and I would have it played in loop. In that way, even if we part ways, I would never feel so lonely and remain happy forever. If only.. but it is impossible. Pain must be felt and Bad memories should be remembered.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 11:11 AM UTC
Only if
Your arms around me, I drift away, Into blissfull blissful sleep. Your arms my saftey net, Holding me tight Throughout the night. What would I do without you?
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
Sleep
Lost in the moment but always weary, Of these lines we've drawn so weak and dreary. Feeling so strong but all to open, Praying for luck to bring me no omens. Im waiting for the day it hurts me, Heart torn and tears a plenty, Blissfull with the here and now, So pure so innocent unbound or captured by any vow.
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Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
The moment
i can't. when trimming the calico hairs on skinly jaw. like trip-hop leaching out of your pearly ******* like magic-jesus. with porcelain around her animal seeds. where i can find: the swirling of Listerine flushing down the side of your throat. like swabbing for cells from the floor of your tongue like swapping girls. or (like) picnicking       deep inside flower-bait.blue trilling Gatorade apology/   simulating love. and even now. inside the folds of dead house plants   i would be okay if you stained my teeth with anything you had to offer. horse-whole in the water- milky for you- white as cuticles. like the **** me/ hum of the A/V cart hooked up and left running: nothing. stuffy in the boxed we built i am more perfect than camouflage like pipilotti rist screaming her lungs to pale ribbons. as kimono as Kiki was real she- as brave as anything i found it out. as fragrant as the deepest rooted thing- blissfull as the afternoon. as red as good cadmium. and that is ******* red
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Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
rooms off the hallway
. Come down off your poem long days have all gone Somebody you can hear is calling Running deep the river bends moving on with amens Some things just keep on gnawing The winter will be ice I'll get relief at last When I lay under blankets of snow All those days once before Memories rich and poor There just to let you know I can see the greens of spring Summer's blissfull loving thing Still I hear the mournful call of winter Come down off your poem Leave your words as you were born The river has frozen over
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Come down off your poem
If the world fades into darkness who will hold my lonesome hand Who will sweep me off my feet to swing and dance across the land If the clouds fall down and the rain comes knocking upon my weathered door Who will tell me I'm okay--and if tomorow doesn't come, then whats forever for? I'll hold my breath and cross my fingers tight across my chest The world can take away from me whatever it can steal, but stolen was my heart already--therefore I cannot feel The darkness that surrounds me, I know it very well and if I hide away from the light I'll never know the sight A baby crying down the hall, or lovers in a blissfull state I cannot feel the life I missed and no matter how I try the light's always just a step away from my line of veiw I'll never see that light again unless I hold again what's true A love so strong and passionate, the years just travel by but lovers know just how they feel--even if they chose to lie
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Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
The Loving Lie
My unrequited love has always been a constant mess, of so many things together the lies, the truths, the tender wounds, the broken heart, the jealous heart, the unspoken tears, the unforgettable moments, the broken promises, the hidden care, the blissfull warmth, And you.
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 7:09 AM UTC
My unrequited love.