"channelling" poems
You say you’re a ‘boss’, does that mean that I’m God, next,
Time you mess with me you’ll see I have a God complex,
Whatever, I mean this rap’s getting complex,
My effects, they perplex, my ego’s getting convex,
I could say that I’m strawberries but I’m much more like lime,
Acrid, like acid, I rhyme, I’ll keep my clothes on that’s fine,
Your sexisms pasts it’s prime, Gatsby’s acts aren’t fine,
Calling me out is a crime since you’re completely irrelevant,
The orders are mine, YOU strip but you best make it elegant,
I can take off my clothes for fun and still be ******* intelligent,
Dodging your blows, fo’ sho, street talk but still make it eloquent,
I might be teeth, **** toes but lets make one thing clear,
The only head you’ll be getting is off the top of your beer.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
*As long as you're in my life I'll always be fine
You're the drug I need for my sores to heal
So I can as well get as many sores because I have you
You caution me against getting addicted to you but
I can't help it...you're really such a sweet person...
I have no choice... I enjoy you...you speak to my heart...
your words cover up my wounds and your soft voice steals my pain...
I really don't care about the end because the now is
and will always be a thing I live to remember...
whatever the end sweet or bitter, grotesque or beautiful I'll abide by it
otherwise thank you for this moment, for enduring my desperation and cries...
Thank you for finding and not giving up on me...
I think I should be more grateful for I'm like the trenches,
I might be channelling the waters to the drain
but you are my rain that washes me clean...
I love you more each day that goes by and I'm even afraid,
love might cease to define what I feel for you...towards us...
You've given my dark clouds a silver lining...
you've given my blemished soul a cleansing...
you've given me and my broken heart a chance to start again...
you've given me what I'd given up praying for...
the miracle of a sweet friend I can count on...
sweetness that never fades, sweetness I will always relish
you complete me and even if someday you break my heart
I will always love you... I will love you even after you forget about me
your name will go with me to the grave
for you taught me the meaning of being brave*
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
*I feel like river water.
And I don’t belong to stagnancy,
yet I’m caught in a lake.
•••
*I’m destined
to move silt and sediment.
And overturn
submerged pebbles
so they won’t see
the green of moss.
I’m meant to surge
and eat into banks
so I could be split -
to make more of me...
My reach would extend
far and wide -
like scraggly fingers
grabbing at the
face of the earth.
My energy channelling
through careless forks
and into slimmer branches.*
•••
My soul is river water....
And my heart renounces
the throne to idleness.
Yet I am,
but a lake.*
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Channelling Nostradamus from the sixteenth century
Did you see what you just wrote
Or did you just dream what we see?
When your prophecies come true
I'll say, You only had one view
So good luck to you and your future note
One shan't believe from an invisible visionary
When I wish upon a **** star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring
The ******* ***** always seems to wear lingerie
That always looks, just a little ******
But never ever, do they slavishly try
To imitate their true identity or culture
Not like those Kardashian dogs, that dress up
Always trying to stylise society, for a very large fee
Speaking of canines, where's that poodle named Paris
She had some real talent, didn't she?
When I wish upon a **** star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring
I wish upon a **** star of mine
Whilst screaming up to ones heaven
Most pussycats lives, end in about nine
But my time was all over, within almost seven
Maybe I really could, make it all alone
On this place god calls, my extraordinary rendition?
Or shall I live this false life, as some sort of robotic clone
Not truly knowing oneself, therefore, failing my own audition?
When I wish upon a **** star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring
Well, just get back on that bronco horse, named Toff
Dust off that hat, once worn by certain gent
For they will forever try and attempt to buck you off
You the rider, of this very serious event
So, forget about the fame and good times
and the overhyped lives of most Hollywood stars
Live within your means and save your silver dimes
In your half empty or half full, glass money jars
When I wish upon a **** star
It makes me appreciate who we are
Everything that she'll be requiring
I'll think about you and make it inspiring
When I wish upon a **** star
My dreams start to become truth by far.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Love is love,
it’s not that complicated,
Love does not care what color or *** you or your love is,
because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,
Love is colorblind,
Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers,
Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter,
or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,
Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone,
regardless of class social status religion region or color,
it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it,
dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,
you get what you give so give 100%,
remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect,
because no person walking this earth’s surface is,
but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend,
as long as you’re willing to work with them,
& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde,
can still be in love & serve them with services,
there’s wisdom in these verses here,
modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,
they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,
no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,
just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours,
as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,
a Master of Self a ******* from Hell,
***** as hell but he cleans up well
I own all my Master,
you should probably own yours as well,
well,
the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you,
either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away,
washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,
only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident,
only witness God won’t testify against our business interest,
the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities,
you are your own country so you are your own president,
a one person army a one person president,
who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence,
channelling these visions into verses of the present tense,
told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man...
Smile is continued in THHT3...
∆ LaLux ∆
an excerpt from poem #24 of
THHT3: The Hollywood Hills Trilogy 3
available on Amazon here:
www.amazon.com/dp/1950780023
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
hand on feather
I swear to you
I intended no harm
I just played by the weather
and found you in shared experience
a charm was built
and I was refracted
(prism motes)
like an animal channelling
I played aspects as bones
when all you wanted was human touch
and not this ;
this baffling mating behaviour
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
I have openly altered my state of consciousness and have connected with astral planes where the channelling of transcendental energy into the room has occurred through vibrations from the soul of music.
A spellbinding stream of conscious connectedness truly pulsates through unseen realms of reality.
In order to participate, we must understand that healing cannot be defined by the limitations of familiar vocabulary. Therefore, let us permit shamanic drumming to throb within the network of our being.
Thank you. I can feel your transparency.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
I’ve never been a member of the blue-place,
for longer than 30 minutes,
before abusing the deactivate button,
I guess i’m channelling my inner-old-person,
By asking numbers to be pressed instead of keys
My ‘hi’s’ and ‘goodbyes’ became signposts screaming - ‘ADD ME, even though you couldnt care less
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 6:23 AM UTC
She arches her back on the yoga mat,
channelling Durdle Door.
In full-length breath
and composed hypertension,
she remains unmoved
as the world about her
suffers to mass
and the moving ocean floor.
Well-versed in the effects of cold air
and rhythmic bombardment,
she has learned a stillness
to rival the effects of pink wine
on her nerves
and her taste for cigarettes.
My sweet Venusian,
despite physical prowess,
cannot sustain her poses
against time and internalised illness.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Playing to the heartbeat
Tub thumping Drumbeat
Overwhelming Synth wave
Channelling the Bass slave
Guitar jams, room shaking
Screaming voices, larynx aching
Cello in the background
Violins make mellow sound
The Snare an unholy snap
A Tambourine a mighty slap
The Cymbals crash
A Tom Tom smash
Chord change impending
Middle eight unending
Digital and analogue
Recording in its final slog
Final verse is looming
With the Bass Drum booming
The soloist’s precision
Fulfils the final vision
Aduain
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Art or at least my art is cerebral and visionary
I never wanted it to be a quick fix
Timely and considered but flowing and free
Carefully looking, seeing, recording
Not in a photographic way
But my interpreted placement of shapes and brush
Engrossed in a silent world of gathering
Taking the subject feed and channelling it
Through my eyes and round my joyful heart
Stroking my soul and stimulating my whole body
Finally the exit of passion and feelings as placement
Of pigment onto canvas, carefully yet with a flourish
All that time within me
A collection of emotions, moods and cells,
Racing them down through the handle, ferrule and bristles
Then I pour myself out as a painting
Every one a self portrait
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
baptism
from the clouds
washes away
channelling to the harbour
broken branches
in gutters
leaves strewn
across footpaths
wild urban obstacles
puddles stay
wet socks
umbrella struggles
a moment of teasing
blue drifts to
grey portents
time enough
to clear eaves
unblock drains
prepare for
another cleansing
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
i'm trying to think through the static
and my eyes don't focus right
but i was wondering
what it meant to feel hungry
or just tell someone how i feel
i
can't
remember
the last
time
i was
honest
about
how i
felt
and
i
don't
...
know
it's been
...
a while
...
hello, hello?
my thoughts resound in my head
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
"Happy Birthday dear..."
I start half way through the bent jingle which became more
Common by chanting all the words. That awkward sense
Of mutual buddies forgetting the name of the cocky boy
Blowing out the wax that burns through the mixture raw.
Faces envious of this attention seeker, while sat on a fence
Forcing that smile. The age he can be excused by his toy.
As one turns arrogant adolescent, the other takes childish
Place on the cute thrown. Not today, the world can wait,
But not for long as time shifts further down many graves.
The countdown begins when leaves grow onto the mildest
Weather that will warm the old cold hearts at such a rate.
Not all fret, soon more birthdays will join while kids crave.
The teen’s decision isn't fate or destiny, it's just how they
Live a life purely between lines of crack. To be so rotten
Is a crime in any mature life. Thank God they are care free.
How soon will they learn to care for the gift that they pray
And how it differs from the cracks that will be forgotten.
Shame for us not to embrace time. Each one pushed into
The ground swept away by the blink of old men's eyes.
Devastation rid across lands by generations over turned.
Look out your window; see the sky break, fall into hot ash,
Burning pretty skin which brought tragedy to all those fines.
In the bowls of hell the scent grew strong. Women yearned,
They felt so careful not casting felony by using other cash,
Knowing full well that it was their fault for this mad panic.
Think how the boy's maternal role must be copying with all
The accidents around her. Fingers pouring out all the blood
Of a false economy, channelling some wizards dying magic.
The virus spreading across all borders with no place to fall.
The conspiracies becoming ridiculous, dragged thru mud.
"Judgement Day draws nearer, who will blame the ******
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
_I do opine that a constant life, although agreeable in its construction and longevity, may render its subject without two sympathetic words to rub together._
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
I'm grieving your loss
I'm mourning your choice
I'm hurting for you in my arms
But not in my heart
My heart has found spring
And is waiting for me
To catch up
I know me too well
Your comfort distracts me
I seek it to see me
Less clearly
Your hands pull me in
To embrace
And invisible tears soak my cheeks
If I love you was never an option
Then how is goodbye?
Feeling clever and calm
I breathe in
Easily
And until you next greet me
I'll know
What I know
Hello
I love you
Goodbye
And then.......
An arrival distracts me
Dances in my mind
118 118
Gets my number
Got my attention
Into a spin
Along with my legs
Let's get along
Get to know
Get out of this place
And into our space
Impatient
Channelling energy
Into unmentionables
Choosing to focus on not-you
Attached to detachment
Amassing beliefs
Between birthdays
I believe
In that
Which I know not
The latest learning
To linger on my lips
In my head
As the music rises
I slip out of the room
And into a quiet
Reflection
I have high hopes
For you
And I
I am high
With hope
And believing
Goodbye
I love you
Hello
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
Poetry as a painting.
Far from lazy.
Understanding each day.
My aura is like an ultra violet ray.
My flow never leaves.
Even in below zero degrees
I will no longer freeze.
Volcanic activities
triggered by a small breeze.
I confess I spoke to spirits
broke my fingers when I wrote those lyrics
Then passed out on a boat in Venice
. The Wireless is now off.
Talk.
Feels like I ain't got no pulse.
The camera caught me channelling in thought but it's not my fault.
Dead tones in the ocean.
Nuclear implosion.
They gave me the job out of no where.
Writing carbon monoxide poems.
A prophet helping those find their own....
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
"We are now learning that Armageddon is not what it used to be. It is now primarily psychological and astrological "
@jeancarlo_ochosi
The message from the master acts faster before any disaster happens. I hate that evil matters. Frequencies are shifting. Planet earth is the school. Attention is the lesson. Experimenting. Multiple mixed messages. The latent powers of the human mind I was designed to evolve the populace who are falling far behind. Celestial visits. Emerging with my spirits. I discovered physics through my lyrics. Clairvoyantly channelling the answers to the great equations. I am still the great oracle. I can see into the future the dollar is now render useless basic energy has moved my mind I am now a computer. The code ******* He discovered a world like no other from the perspective of the planet we are all sisters and brothers. The galaxy is calling. I see beams. It's like swimming in a stream but this is nothing more then a dream. Beyond this matrix. My prototype is basic the future will reboot ya. Conciseness. Raise it.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
something in my world broke
- i sometimes think to myself
i don't feel very young sometimes
i feel i have lived a thousand lives
and
and
i don't know if this is the way i'm supposed to feel
i feel empty and lifeless
like i can't hold a conversation
these days
not small
not big
i don't think i'm very interesting
or young
these days
maybe i never was?
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
she is blossoming
her truth
discovering the wisdom
within her higher self
channelling divine energy
she is mother earth’s child.
breathing in
the morning sky
feeling soft grass
beneath her feet
hearing the wind
whisper gently
her lover
by her side.
it was then
that she realized
she was not alone;
everything is interconnected.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
Melting mechanically into nothingness, hiding behind my own imperfections.
Fading inside, no one notices, no one notices.
It's ok though I’ll be ok, I always make it through.
Channelling pain to make my own pains disappear; looking down at my open palms wine red crescent moons passing across my vision.
I look up; It's my secret.
Closing my fist; exposing my broken nails.
A way of coping?
Or a way of avoiding?
Having to scream having to cry.
In my blurred vision, I look up, but there's no one nothing just white.
There's no one, I need someone, there's no one.
They say their there for me. They say their here.
But when I say, they say I talk too much.
When I don’t they ask what’s wrong.
A continuous circle.
Never ending?
Or never beginning?
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
Cryin my eyes out, hurting
Grippin my pillow, lonely
Long, cold nights, unworthy
Lonely dark corners, safeplace
Missing that connection, broken
Thousands of thoughts channelling in my head, restless
Holding myself in unbalance, fearing
I’m me,
Expect I’m not, I’m not the thing I see in the mirror
I’m cold, dark, empty, a lost boy
Please find me
Before the real me is… gone
Love and hold me, don’t break this fragile soul,
I’m one in 7 billion, don’t lose me.
Please don’t abuse or misuse.
I’m cold and empty today,
And I’m just hoping you will stay.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Mischief light fills his eyes
and he can’t believe his ears.
His father is giving him permission
to smash a plate on the concrete driveway.
Mum’s picked up a nice line in Crown Lynn retro plates
in a second-hand shop in Timaru
and she’s culling hard.
Tiny chip on the underside of the rim, felt but unseen,
and it’s unsentimentally consigned
to the dustbin of history
or at least some anonymous landfill.
Dad sees an opportunity for secret boy business,
sanctioned vandalism. “Don’t tell Mum. She wouldn’t approve.”
That boy’s blue eyes are
charged with adrenalin
when that white innocence shatters
in a porcelain explosion.
“Do you feel a little bit Greek?” Dad asks
and is met with incomprehension.
Andrew M. Bell
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 12:54 AM UTC
If there is love in this world, there is hate.
Where there is light, there is darkness lurking in the shadows.
We are all meant to hate and love, it's our destiny as humans.
We are ultimately doomed to destroy ourselves, it may not be you who decides to wreak havoc, but there's someone out there, who once felt love, and is now channelling that long lost love, into hatred. Hatred will consume you, hatred will ultimately change who you are, hatred, will make you lose sight of yourself.
I'm usually not one to hate, but I guess I haven't entirely grasped the concept of love fully either.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
i've spent my life channelling
my anger because the people
around me never accept
the words that i need to say
i am a selfish slob who knows
nothing, forever, i am a child
with a messy bedroom, a *****
who just doesn't know when
to stop, a crazed woman with
too many emotions, a drama
queen spinning out of control,
a brat with bad intentions
i know who i am - it has taken
strange and twisted roads to know
the face that stares back at me
in the mirror - but i do know her
i do not wish for anyone else
to know her if the knowing does
not come naturally, if it is forced
and unpleasant, then i would
rather be alone with her
for me, the knowing is all that
i have ever wanted or needed,
the most honest relationship
i have ever had is with myself
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC