"doma" poems - Hello Poetry

Designs and Equations Was it the ****** Void filling or Pandora's box opening? Was it Victoria's secret or was it the intellect of victors? Was it the prowess of Hector/Hercules was it? Was it the influence of Arthur or Har-Thor was it? What shapes this world? Ancient Egypt, Pyramids and the Sphinx? Stonhenge and oblelisks? Mystery Schools and occultism scrolls? Crystal technology shifting poles? Perhaps the hips and curves of a voluptuous African Queen Perhaps the fall of Atlantis or the secrets of the Bermuda Triangle Perhaps the enthralling dynamics of the Photon Belt Perhaps the mystery of Shamballa or maybe underground bases where vortex points are Perhaps the missing Eyepods Maybe ancient and present advanced civilizations Maybe it was the fall of Mars or the destruction of Maldek Maybe the hope of Terra par DOMA Or a design from distant super universes or the amphibian watchers of myths Maybe you, maybe me, maybe we The I I I I I's of this world however our eyes blind for we ruin this world If we looked long enough at the light would we burn out? If we truly listened could we hear the music of the verses unison - universes created by the Divine Creator? would we join it/him/ness? Would we hear then Sophia being played as a harp and worlds conceived Would we see a billion pictures as the cosmos are breathed? and Karma come to be... Would we learn of all life forms? Would we learn that there is more structural design than form? Would we learn that there are other mediums of activity apart from life? Would we learn that structure is part of a larger paradigm of concentrated design? Would we learn that universes are gardens and that there are worlds beyond the multiverse based on a hill and mountain orientation not dependant on planes? Who shapes the world? Our Souls from the ocean of love reincarnating? The keepers of sacred knowledge at the temples of Golden Wisdom? Walk-ins and starseeds? Cryptids and hybrids? Wars or the Sun? The Peoples of the Moon or the base in Venus? The underground bases of Mars or The Order of The Phoenix? Maybe royal and mob families? Maybe government with all its true lies Maybe the networks sustained by the simple minds of you and I Whoever or whatever is responsible, either through sonic beams and energy manipulation, it is not so much the power of the Empire but rather the power we surrender.

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May 12, 2013

May 12, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC

moment-momeant

Where is the Creation Station?

Designs and Equations Was it the ****** Void filling or Pandora's box opening? Was it Victoria's secret or was it the intellect of victors? Was it the prowess of Hector/Hercules was it? Was it the influence of Arthur or Har-Thor was it? What shapes this world? Ancient Egypt, Pyramids and the Sphinx? Stonhenge and oblelisks? Mystery Schools and occultism scrolls? Crystal technology shifting poles? Perhaps the hips and curves of a voluptuous African Queen Perhaps the fall of Atlantis or the secrets of the Bermuda Triangle Perhaps the enthralling dynamics of the Photon Belt Perhaps the mystery of Shamballa or maybe underground bases where vortex points are Perhaps the missing Eyepods Maybe ancient and present advanced civilizations Maybe it was the fall of Mars or the destruction of Maldek Maybe the hope of Terra par DOMA Or a design from distant super universes or the amphibian watchers of myths Maybe you, maybe me, maybe we The I I I I I's of this world however our eyes blind for we ruin this world If we looked long enough at the light would we burn out? If we truly listened could we hear the music of the verses unison - universes created by the Divine Creator? would we join it/him/ness? Would we hear then Sophia being played as a harp and worlds conceived Would we see a billion pictures as the cosmos are breathed? and Karma come to be... Would we learn of all life forms? Would we learn that there is more structural design than form? Would we learn that there are other mediums of activity apart from life? Would we learn that structure is part of a larger paradigm of concentrated design? Would we learn that universes are gardens and that there are worlds beyond the multiverse based on a hill and mountain orientation not dependant on planes? Who shapes the world? Our Souls from the ocean of love reincarnating? The keepers of sacred knowledge at the temples of Golden Wisdom? Walk-ins and starseeds? Cryptids and hybrids? Wars or the Sun? The Peoples of the Moon or the base in Venus? The underground bases of Mars or The Order of The Phoenix? Maybe royal and mob families? Maybe government with all its true lies Maybe the networks sustained by the simple minds of you and I Whoever or whatever is responsible, either through sonic beams and energy manipulation, it is not so much the power of the Empire but rather the power we surrender.

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Až se tu noc začne krátit a živí budou přibývat necháme doma, co nejde vrátit a půjdem se v noci milovat. Dech z ledu a kamenů s morénou probdělých snů roztaje v plamenech uvnitř Tvých rtů.

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Dec 21, 2016

Dec 21, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC

adasyev

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Až se tu noc začne krátit a živí budou přibývat necháme doma, co nejde vrátit a půjdem se v noci milovat. Dech z ledu a kamenů s morénou probdělých snů roztaje v plamenech uvnitř Tvých rtů.

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Doma všechno hrůzou hřmí, hovna leží za dveřmi. (William Blake)

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Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 6:51 AM UTC

adasyev

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Doma všechno hrůzou hřmí, hovna leží za dveřmi. (William Blake)

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Aquesta es la pipa de todo el maíz. Aquesta es la pipa del loco Legris archilunático. Con ella dialoga cuando la saudade de su montañoso terruño le invade... Cuando está antipático... Cuando ya no ríe... Cuando ya no teje su canción extraña, su canción hereje, libre, parabólica: cuando está soñando con la Bien-querida, la novia lejana, la suave elegida dulce y melancólica! Ella!... que le hurtara su ser arbitrario, su manía absurda, su ultraplanetario devenir errante; Ella que le doma, le rinde y sujeta, y que no le deja tirar la careta y echar adelante!... La dueña de todas sus cosas no malas! La que en su joroba le pone dos alas azules, azules! ...Aquesta es la pipa que le rememora ya un instante alegre, ya una triste hora, velados por tules, por tules humosos, de acerada brurna! Aquesta es la pipa en que fuma y fuma cuando está soñando; en que fuma y fuma cuando triste y solo vaga y vaga y vaga de un Polo a otro Polo sin cómo ni cuándo... La paisana pipa tan original! 1 Pipa que es regalo del trascendental señor Aldecoa... Aquesta es la pipa de todo el maíz. Aquesta es la pipa del loco Legris quien así la loa!

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León de Greiff

Aquesta es la pipa

Aquesta es la pipa de todo el maíz. Aquesta es la pipa del loco Legris archilunático. Con ella dialoga cuando la saudade de su montañoso terruño le invade... Cuando está antipático... Cuando ya no ríe... Cuando ya no teje su canción extraña, su canción hereje, libre, parabólica: cuando está soñando con la Bien-querida, la novia lejana, la suave elegida dulce y melancólica! Ella!... que le hurtara su ser arbitrario, su manía absurda, su ultraplanetario devenir errante; Ella que le doma, le rinde y sujeta, y que no le deja tirar la careta y echar adelante!... La dueña de todas sus cosas no malas! La que en su joroba le pone dos alas azules, azules! ...Aquesta es la pipa que le rememora ya un instante alegre, ya una triste hora, velados por tules, por tules humosos, de acerada brurna! Aquesta es la pipa en que fuma y fuma cuando está soñando; en que fuma y fuma cuando triste y solo vaga y vaga y vaga de un Polo a otro Polo sin cómo ni cuándo... La paisana pipa tan original! 1 Pipa que es regalo del trascendental señor Aldecoa... Aquesta es la pipa de todo el maíz. Aquesta es la pipa del loco Legris quien así la loa!

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