Now I ask you to join me
Now you celebrate
Not being me. Not being you
Only Us for the great
Some steps I will take
Be my guest
Pull your anchor
Out of the lake
In the room
In the building
In the crowded city
In the country with thousands of cities
The country shares the continent with an enemy nation
The two rivals are carried round and round by the Earth's endless rotation
The Earth obeys the master’s magnetic line, burning since uncountable clock time
The sun is blind to his insignificance too, ignoring billions of other star mates, it can’t see through
Immeasurable it seems, magnifying! All of them such tiny little parts in one of Miss Milky’s arms
Some light years away there they are: Pinwheel, Cartwheel, Black Eye, Andromeda and Cigar
Unmeasurable it seems, humongous! All of them such a fading little part of the cosmos
There you are
Floating from a distance
Feel the empty ground
Drink from the fountain of existence
Still blind to insignificance?
Still convinced about the rightness of imposed beliefs?
Still judging others’ defects according to our pretentious and vain mind?
Still punching away the different, protecting the mold?
Still reinforcing illusory antagonism and insignia?
Still seeing only two sides?
Still holding to the pride?
In the ******* room
Am I? Are you?
Let's try it again
“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness." Mark Twain
written curse... black hole
of a mere in my
the vacuum space time
put out by continuum...
Flames Tearing a
supernovae... huge rift
of stellar in my very
I never dreamed of meeting someone like you.
You found me in the cold and gave me a home,
and now I
can't imagine my life without you.
You showed me the parts of the world
that no one has ever seen.
You helped me find the light
and now I
can survive these dark days because of you.
We danced with the stars
and lived off wishbones.
and creating galaxies with our imagination.
Your love made my head spin faster than the planets.
Sweetheart, you have done so much
and now I
feel like one of the lucky ones.
Let us go fishing for stars
Let us swim with the cosmos
You drew an atlas on my hand
and connected the dots to the places where we plan to meet.
I love the shape of your lips
and how I can trace them so easily with mine
and now I
can finally feel comfortable when I say I love you
and mean it because I will love you until there is no till.
Until all the stars burst apart in front of us.
Until the universe stops spinning
Until the end.
“I’m your wave – I told her –
Lay your head right here,
Softly on my shoulder.
Let your thoughts roam free.”
“You’re my air – she told me –
You’re my life and sun.
Singly we are nothing.
Allied we are one.”
“I’m your fire – I uttered –
Burning bright and mild.”
“That be true“ – she muttered,
Slender, sound and wild.
When we are together,
Nothing holds us down
The unwashed may blather,
Let them laugh and frown.
Floating through the cosmos
On a marble blue,
With the odds against us,
We make dreams come true.
Fresh from the oven. Methinks I messed up the punctuation, namely - direct speech - big time but I do hope it's legible.
Dream on, butterflies!
There is chaos in this cosmos.
God's Eden order was lost.
Yet to him order isn't gone.
Chaos is simply his ****.
It is part of his big story.
Its darkness reveals his glory.
So bring your chaos to him.
Light takes joy in pervading the dim.
Written 7 August 2018
God gets joy by solving our chaos, if only we would bring it to him.
The black shawl-like quality
Of the nothingness
Wraps itself around everything.
A constant emptiness
That makes all full.
Its veins run blue
And gold and scarlet
And every hue between,
It dies as it arises.
The nothingness embraces all,
Easily, it encases me.
In everything and anything.
And that which I lack
I supplement with hope.
A chain mail lie linked
With fragile expectations
Of love and other drugs,
This tapestry holds whispers,
Secrets and blueprints
To all of creation.
Globes of dying light
That crash in the dark.
But alas I can see
Its stars are not cross'd
For me [cue tears],
I fear my script is lost.
Perhaps when the dopamine
Corrodes and rots my brain,
My soul will take the reins.
Connected to the cosmos
It tells me everything,
But yea, it shows me nothing
Except tantalising flashes
Of what could be,
In its swirls of red and azure.
I'm 12 and I've been reading for 352 days straight and I have no interest in the people around me and why should I?
I'm 14 in this one and my sheets have polka dots on them and my pillow is Avril Lavigne's face and I'm thinking about the girl at school with pink hair and slow penmanship.
When I'm 16 you are 15 and holding my hand and I'm asking about french homework and trying not to focus on the movement of your thumb around mine which is not friendship.
This time I'm 21 and your thick bones outline my thin and I like this small feeling.
I spent a lot of time growing up wondering about my ****** orientation and struggling to find a box I could fit and move and wiggle in at the same time as being terrified of other people and completely fascinated at the thought of not being.
[Can you hire me?]
If you are sensitive
You need to count
Think about it
Theme: Is this really what you wanna do?
they told me
my father died quietly
in his sleep
at 2 a.m.
with his pain-ridden last years
I think he was not unhappy
to go farther for once
return to the cosmos he came from
wake up painless
floating in the universe
he had admired from mountain peaks
all of his life
1 A halo of everything from the nothing.
2 Both seeds and grows space and cosmos.
3 Supernovas are but whimpers to the maker.
A silver moon engulfs a thousand suns
and sheds blue silky light across the land.
The wind plays its howling symphony,
with trees and mountains as instruments.
A cold body awakens from rigid sleep
putting tendons and muscles into motion.
Slowly, but ever faster it moves along
until spirit and body merge – creating life.
Consuming all its resources around
the goal has become a distant dream.
Then a jolt runs through the martyred figure
and it searches in vain for a familiar point.
From the deepest black it is driven,
without its doing and stiff resistance.
It must leave this beloved place
in exchange for coldness and piercing light.
However, all he sees is a giant devouring his body
to the sounds of his first screams.
But instead of terrible pain,
he now looks at the infinite cosmos.
Not with the spirit of an ape,
but that of a god, who experienced his birth, death and re-birth.
THE COSMOS IS FILLED
AND ALL THE ANSWERS
THE COSMOS IS FILLED WITH GODS IMAGINATION
AND BUILT BY HIS CASTERS
THE BLUEPRINTS FOR MANKIND
WERE HANDED DOWN TO GODS ANGELS
THEY WERE WARNED OF IT'S POWERS
THEY WERE WARNED OF ITS DANGERS
SOME ANGELS BECAME WICKED SOME BECAME SELFISH
THE EVIL IGNORED THE WARNINGS
WHILE OTHERS BECAME DEVILISH
BUT NOW GOD RETURNS
TO PUT THOSE EVIL ANGELS RIGHT
THEY CAN LAUGH
THEY CAN JOKE
BUT THEY ALL KNOW THEY CAN'T HIDE
FROM GOD'S MIGHT
The moon has its ways of inspiring awe,
Taking on different forms, challenging static notions of identity—
And when it chooses to shine bright, it affirms it has never been any less a whole—
Every time you laugh i'm caught in the edges of an abyss,
like i'm drowning in the constant birth and death of a star.
and I cant help but wonder if this is all you’ve ever been.
The flesh and bones you inhabit now.
I can't help but wonder if you watched from the edges of the earth
and saw humanity love and die and wonder what it would be like,
to live a life where you were something other than ash in the wind.
The fathomless Universe
Quantum of Solace
Tears of stardust.
Sometimes the universe consoles me when I feel sad...the stars are always there to make me smile :)
i crave a love
that is other worldly,
you are the cosmos
i long to explore.