"cirlces" poems
They say, no man is an island
Yet an island can be reshaped
By a tornado, hurricane, or a earthquake
Mother nature rules with an iron fist
To place her stakes on the land of the living
They say, no man is an island
But there must be a better way
For other nations and countries
Come together and embrace
To restructure our governments,
Working together, rebuilding, maybe, even see
The humanity in eachother giving
To help those, who can not help themselves
They say, no man is an island
All the justice and laws in the world
Wouldn't correct it's poverty
In exchange, for it's wealth
Animated politicians
Speaking in tongues
Atoned to be totally clueless
Unaware of the next existing
Killer of lives
They say, no man is an island
To forsee at last
Battle of waves of storms to come
Genocide, Nuclear, Wars
Will come again, and again
History repeats, in cirlces
It never ends
They say, no man is an island
The inadequate versions of getting things right
Should be a must, for the change with truth and trust
People having the will or the lack of
Food, water, protection, health care
That ain't right
To not be inform and share
They say, no man is an island,
But there's just has to be a better way
People taken care of people
Living life better than it once was yesterday
Families who have lost, buried, and shed many of tears
Placed their memories of loved ones
To cross over into the light
Have lost more than just a home, family, neighbors
One thing one must not lose is
The spirit inside to have
They say, no man is and island
For every man, woman and child
Is of the land of their island
Hope is not ones plan alone
The plan simply is of many...
Faith, Memories, Freedom, Dreams, and Hope
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 1:59 AM UTC
Sunrise appear in
Golden glowing cirlces
in front of my sight -
Splitting surreal sound
of whisper and hope
all inside my mind..
Golden sky opens
its cloudy arms,
taking the doves in
mystical asylum-
Morning pure shine.
..........no♥r ~...........
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 6:54 AM UTC
He stares at death,
the circles in his face
embracing him
"But my wife!"
cries the man,
death shakes his head, No
"My children!" he shouts,
Death is silent
"I...I still have things to do here."
No, he reaches out
Warm elastic waves
engulf him
rippling through infinity,
circles of circles
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
With your dignity at the bottom of a bottle
you shared with me your sweet nothings.
We weaved around secret feelings
and waded through shallow fears.
Warmed by jungle juice we growled at misconceptions
and spoke in cirlces, and circles and circles.
We wandered off paths long lost
and discovered life's finalities
- and finally -
we found our way home.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
He doesnt talk
But oh,
What does he think
Does he walk
In cirlces
Around his
head
Circles and circles
Confusion
Plays with the
Mind
Inside is he
Screaming,
Thinking,
Dreaming
And wishing
To be nothing
To not be
Alive
Circles and circles
Spinning all around
Dizziness hurts the heart
Cloudy thoughts
Restless days
No one wants to
Play
I will play
With you
You poor
Boy
Together in
The rain
Dancing and being
Free
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 3:39 PM UTC
pizza is great
pizza comes in all forms and shapes
cirlces, squares, and such
but be careful, don't eat too much
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
Circles and Squares May 24 2022
what’s on the agenda for today?
the pre-summer soil is softening for the till
and time is fast ripening on the vine.
seventy-two silly angels are swimming sideways through the ethers
sowing sacred seeds of sacral energy
and so blooms celestial clusters of protons and neutrinos.
we’ll reap a golden crop of Elysium wheat -
come this Autumn’s Comanche harvest moon
because the fruit lives in the harvest
like a bee in the hive
like a house made of hexagons in the sky.
place the left hand over the heart
place the right down upon the belly
breathe deeply from the sacrum
everything is gonna be alright.
two hands of woman and man
feel the heart thumping
plasma and prana pumping
the sun and the moon orbit according to fated rhythms…
everything already is alright.
‘things are that which the word makes them in naming them’
cleaved from the tongue
your word is Law.
tilt your head back
blow prana vayu in the sky
watch the egress of the thunder clouds fleeting
and the bending and the bowing of the rain.
our eyes are two prisms
refractors of the Light
they vibrate together to make an octave
like a dial tone just behind your brow.
your heart is a silicon satellite
picking up on all the waves and boson particles
magnetizing
synthesizing
so many shades of green I almost ran out of canvas
feel the space open up wide inside your sinus
and wide horizons of your mind
the Spirit is gently rapping
tapping at your inner door-
the door of Brahma-
the Brahmarandhra-
unlock the latch and let your Self in.
take heed of the Sacred Feminine
her compassion is boundless in the bottomless night
and even unto the highest firmament
the crows are there cackling in a happy ******
hear the echo in their caw
the morning birds are pecking at the sun
giant sine waves from little bird lungs
thai elephants doff their tack and saddles
even also the claw bells and mahouts and all the bronze.
there is a deep well hidden behind our sternum
behind the high fencing of our hearts
Shiva dances there inside a lotus flower
and all we hear are the circles and the squares
what's on the agenda for today?
my voice is barking octaves
my eyes, they are two prisms
my body is a shrine.
by: Jordan Gee
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 5:42 PM UTC