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"eminates" poems
A calm and cool breeze Passes through the leaves of the trees, Persuading the branches to sway, Like algae in a turbulent sea. Without a cloud in the pale blue Arizona sky, The sun radiates down-- hot and glaring. It reflects off the shiny paint of the cars around me, Illuminates the brown mountains in the distance. And magnified through the thick lenses of my glasses, It blinds my sensitive eyes. The surrounding sempiternal desert Is so clear and sharp, That no one nor nothing can hide (With the exception of the beings who can blend, And despite my tiring efforts, I am not one of them.) The nearest Creosote bush Eminates of the smell of water, As it passes through a hose. I am instantly transported back home Where sand is replaced by grass and plants That require regular watering to survive. When I close my eyes I can see The illusion of a waterfall, created by the uncoiling hose As it ejects tepid water for us to traverse. But upon unveiling my windows, I allow the sandy landscape to penetrate into my soul And I am brought back to the present Where life subsists, illogically, Through a dearth of water, and inordinate sun.
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Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
The Desert
i remember when I first hear her voice… just that one simple word “Hello” And my mind became whole… Filled with images of Us walking hand in hand through the Chaos wielding nothing to protect us But the other’s smile… As our voices reverb on the walls surrounding us Returning the beauty back into the eyes Of those entranced by the serenity Caused just by her presence I remember gazing into her eyes And sharing the first kiss While riding across the bridge On that big cheese bus… As my lips touched hers… And our thoughts unified… A rainbow of emotion Shone into our lives… And the passion forged then Shall grow forevermore I still dream Of the vows We spoke of making… I to her Her to i Of eternal love & pure devotion… But the bond fell short And the feelings fizzled out… But I’m waiting for they day They re-ensue The time is now Our bond’s re-forged… I’ll have her back here in my heart… As this plethora of Prismatic… Emotions eminates outwards All that’s left here is A flower blooming within
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Sep 12, 2009
Sep 12, 2009 at 4:10 PM UTC
Flashback
Planet silhouetting atlases of worlds we'll never know. Their histories repeat, through mushroom clouds of soft pink explosions, crying their fears for us to feel. We watch them live and die, admiring the beauty of life and death; only I weep when light eminates through their wars.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
Feral Fears
Hopeless is true, I listen despite Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you." But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking. Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black, that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax. How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine. Justifiable ? Unlikely pliable. Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she eminates a distraught , Jeremy. Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused. Your actions all imply that your words are lies. I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride. I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny. Hopeless is true.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Hopeless is true
two a.m. bitter winter wind. lick the bag. acrid taste. cold crawls in through windows cracked. it's snowing in the attic. angel hair on porcelain, oh point one. frost blankets my nostrils, my brain sharp as first step's breath. i lighten. ravenous, dip fingers in nourishment. place on tongue: cleaning agent pixie stick. it eminates. bright-light vigor emulates childlike mindset, so wonderfully overwhelmed yet standing still, rock-steady at the helm. confidence swells. the clock chimes. kneel this time for the second line, a second taste. dismissive sniff, as in a tiff. oh point two; can't feel my face. icicles melt, drip burning down my throat. slick grotto-hands tap feverishly. butane blisters nasal caverns. i grin from the thrill of its bite. alert, i bathe in every second of it. much more for sentiment than any practicality, would rather see beauty than this sorry reality- would rather build castles than stay on the ground, cause it's snowing now up in the clouds.
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
snow
Peering down from a terrestial heap, contemplating the debate at the seams, exposing dim lights and the ones asleep. I sat awake, in solitude, lost like a sheep. Per(re?)ceiving all the secrets in ones dreams; beneath the veil, and the ones that we keep. What the bars in ones mind are made of are cheap: confining and containing what one can gleam from the empty gaps and the mental leaps. I hope those objects and night-lights help you sleep; Plato's shadowy projections move with moonbeams, the brimful moon ebbing causes the shadows to creep. The farside is bare, in twilight; the mind becomes a maverick: turning fireflies to winking sprights. Can you regard all that I see when you dream with eyes-closed? And In your dream do people speak in poem or prose? Are you transmitting dimensions of three or are you given your dreams? Do you wonder who contains those moments and where they are received? If heaven is dreaming nigh I wonder what we would be If God sent a message what might be the presage; And what might be the conveyance? When you're dreaming Angels touch the ground, revealing all that is bound. ~dancing with the beyond~ And (angels) evaporate in the dawn, or atleast seeming.. Let your eyes unlock~ Quick! The Gates are sealing Run to recapture all that they've been stealing: From all those who wish to lower your cieling. --- A gypsy is whistling who's been up all night. The dreams of many slip into hidden spaces: Closets and under the bed; spirits dissipate. As morning's light eminates What do you see?
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Mar 9, 2024
Mar 9, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
Visions Through Dreams
Peering down from a terrestial heap, contemplating the debate at the seams, exposing dim lights and the ones asleep. I sat awake, in solitude, lost like a sheep. Per(re?)ceiving all the secrets in ones dreams; beneath the veil, and the ones that we keep. What the bars in ones mind are made of are cheap: confining and containing what one can gleam from the empty gaps and the mental leaps. I hope those objects and night-lights help you sleep; Plato's shadowy projections move with moonbeams, the brimful moon ebbing causes the shadows to creep. The farside is bare, in twilight; the mind becomes a maverick: turning fireflies to winking sprights. Can you regard all that I see when you dream with eyes-closed? And In your dream do people speak in poem or prose? Are you transmitting dimensions of three or are you given your dreams? Do you wonder who contains those moments and where they are received? If heaven is dreaming nigh I wonder what we would be If God sent a message what might be the presage; And what might be the conveyance? When you're dreaming Angels touch the ground, revealing all that is bound. ~dancing with the beyond~ And (angels) evaporate in the dawn, or atleast seeming.. Let your eyes unlock~ Quick! The Gates are sealing Run to recapture all that they've been stealing: From all those who wish to lower your cieling. --- A gypsy is whistling who's been up all night. The dreams of many slip into hidden spaces: Closets and under the bed; spirits dissipate. As morning's light eminates What do you see?
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I cover Your every inch Of dark skin With touches tender Like the darkness That we've entered. With windows shuttered And the lights extinguished As anticipation rises For the caress of Secret places to begin. I embrace you, Like the shadows That raced to Cover your skin, I trace your curve with fingertips and lips. My piqued interest peaks As I feel the trembles, And the radiated heat That eminates from your core To the surface that I search To bring bright an vivid The image of your visage to my mind Just like reading braille. Four senses left I'm just like the blind And so I Rediscover every line Every hill and sweet valley Projected in my mind's eye While I listen to your neosoul sighs and prelude moans Which, by lack of sight Become magnified... Til passions melodies end In sweet cadence of night's Darkness
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Darkness
the simple undressed aura shatters all fear for we are so godlike in our oneness with eacother so innocent, pure and so very lovely in the fullness of our love let the dead just be dead they can't use our benedictions or feel the warm tenderness that eminates naturally from any one of us to be human is to have all power our simple undressed aura shines with god's power shines with our power and is the power called love
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Aug 3, 2010
Aug 3, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
power
There is an elderly couple Across from us at Max's Completely lost in each others eyes Seperate from the world Sheilded from the average pains of life Because they have each other And the joy that eminates from them Could overwhelm this entire place Yet, for me Is bittersweet Their joy forces me to think of you Sitting just beyond my grasp Eyes dancing in the candlelight Skin glowing Mouth in a continual flux of speech and consumption Watching you it is ever apparent to me You and I We Could never be them However long we tried Our chemistry will fade To be replaced with emptiness For now We'll enjoy this My abandon is not yet an option So I watch you Gazing at me And I can't help but laugh You'll never see it coming
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
Us
Hopeless is true, I listen despite Ears embrace footfall from the pitch of the night I tumble slow and reach below to extinguish a candlelight glow The edges fade to border blue, I whisper soft forging words, untrue, my simple lonely," baby I love you." But my imaginations walking is soon shattered by a knocking and I find my door unlocking. Red gates of illusion crack sensitive eyes today as the door slowly swings my way and you say, as you drop your sack of black, that earlier today you don't remember why you felt the lack of my ok to just drop in and say hey. Kickback relax. How in your brain I find a knowledge that laid in mine. Justifiable ? Unlikely pliable. Oh I see its a feminine fog. With swaying hand I cut this smog, smoke clears, visions scare me and she eminates a distraught , Jeremy. Now clear to earthly eyes a shadowed woman whose thoughts untie words from subtle lips confused words so often outright abused. Your actions all imply that your words are lies. I remember the nights I cried. My loss of youthful pride. I volley quickly my reply as your offer I deny. Hopeless is true.
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Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
Hopeless is true
Voices I hear them in my head Terrorize the waking moments ahead Hisses of horror deep within I dread Scornful sorrow inside my head Behind my smile a painful lie Of darkened torment in the sky Sometime the voice of an Angel consouls my being Praying for my soul collecting the tears am weeping Deeper in demons live hiding from the light A hollow abyss I see darkening my sight A shallow gulp I clench with fear Then the Demons talk in my ear "Your Soul is Mine for the taking my dear" A screech a bang then deafing sound I feel my body sinking underground ...Is it over? I ask myself ... I hear footsteps coming ahead A man with a red scarlet a beard and sandals appear His eyes like the blazing thunder his mouth has a double edged sword He speaks to the voices and they hear his words My Guardian Angel assures me he is a holy man the sanctified one He has come to remove the demonic voices that linger in my life He asks me gently if I desire holy healing I bow before him ...suddenly am weeping The Christ has come to rescue a wounded sheep He tells me now all the voices will fall and flee ...He puts me under sleep... A huge white light eminates from his tunic and garments He touches me on the shoulder and speaks softly Then with the might of a overpowering force THE VOICES ARE GONE...the only one remains Is the one in your heart The voice of the Holy Spirit The Father and the Son they are 3 in one. Just remember I have healed you and just as I have healed you I have the power to do the same for others. Therefore, come now go and sin no more he said. THE CHRIST IS WON THE BATTLE JESUS THE SON OF GOD.
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Prelude Of A Dark Abyss
Voices I hear them in my head Terrorize the waking moments ahead Hisses of horror deep within I dread Scornful sorrow inside my head Behind my smile a painful lie Of darkened torment in the sky Sometime the voice of an Angel consouls my being Praying for my soul collecting the tears am weeping Deeper in demons live hiding from the light A hollow abyss I see darkening my sight A shallow gulp I clench with fear Then the Demons talk in my ear "Your Soul is Mine for the taking my dear" A screech a bang then deafing sound I feel my body sinking underground ...Is it over? I ask myself ... I hear footsteps coming ahead A man with a red scarlet a beard and sandals appear His eyes like the blazing thunder his mouth has a double edged sword He speaks to the voices and they hear his words My Guardian Angel assures me he is a holy man the sanctified one He has come to remove the demonic voices that linger in my life He asks me gently if I desire holy healing I bow before him ...suddenly am weeping The Christ has come to rescue a wounded sheep He tells me now all the voices will fall and flee ...He puts me under sleep... A huge white light eminates from his tunic and garments He touches me on the shoulder and speaks softly Then with the might of a overpowering force THE VOICES ARE GONE...the only one remains Is the one in your heart The voice of the Holy Spirit The Father and the Son they are 3 in one. Just remember I have healed you and just as I have healed you I have the power to do the same for others. Therefore, come now go and sin no more he said. THE CHRIST IS WON THE BATTLE JESUS THE SON OF GOD.
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