"eminating" poems
Dear willow tree
How you enchant me
You provide a place to hide
From all inquiring eyes
You are my secret place
My great escape
Wrap me in your leafy arms
Keep me safe from harm
My mother's tree
You were thee
With all your meloncholy beauty
You mean so much to me
Your leaves hang off your limbs like vines
A perfect place to hide
I wonder if they admire hour beauty like I
Oh the things you must have seen
To make you seem so meloncholy
I want you to know with all your sorrow
You're still beautiful to me
You stand tall and proud
Away from the crowd
You are a cherished sight
Eminating might
You're so graceful as you sway
the wind begins to play
You always beg it to stay
But one day all things go away
But I want you to know
You will always be sacred to me
My dear willow tree
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
My head spins, twirling in colors of essential essanance
the barrries fall onto
floors non existant ground
and simple pleasures
of conversational munch
are triply seductive
the nature that has been robbed will be returned
the love that has been lost will be found
the trees that are cut will grow
and the souls that are condemened will be freed
but it must freeze
what lies at the core of fools
tell me ,
if you could be so kind?
kindred spirits of the philosophical type
who have seen the darkness and fight the flowers fall ,
the tree of universes shakes
and breathes a sigh
all the wind orginated from this spot
eminating out of the simple
simple stop ,
cat calls - forest walls
honest bums
sit
no place like home they say
i say no place called home
no place other than home
as it walks with me
side by side
unto the power places
chakras glow and merger
connotations
******
but the defenition is flexiable
determine the point ,
touch the joints
heat the fall
and ***** it all
you only have this time around its all we've ever had.
who is it
that defines the love in our lives
but parent hood figures made out of wood frozn in time and we watch at the spirals unwind
and the lemons
are zingy and the mint is fresh
and i sleep on a bears bed
baby bear , mother too - wolves out alone standiing o howl at the mooon
and awoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
we've come so far
on the riptide of loves handslide
handshake
discovering for oursleves what we deem humanities race
and what we deem fools and tounges
and what we deem to be the runner out run
who comes first in a race
who comes fist before the fired gun
who sits and the hollow has come.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
☆♢☆♢☆
Existential awareness
surrounds her being.
Emanating light in
the most magical of ways.
Lythe and lissome,
filled with the essence of Love.
Her smile settles in as a
wave into sand.
The embrace is filled with
compassion and mercy,
touching and dear...
One is blessed by energy received.
Our "I dream of" joyously present.
"Your wish is my pleasure" Genie,
reveals wisdom of
the Ancient ones.
A divine vessel of Being
Words of clarity, knowledge and
understanding, eminating
from a place of otherworld divinity
Her voice is an instrument of
Celestial Beings. A mistress to the
Heavens, She blesses us
with each communication shared.
Grateful for her miracle of
Manna (Mana) We are gifted by
the gentleness with
which she shows the way...
☆♢☆♢☆
☆Jeannie is a Channeler☆
(CHANNELER. : a person who
conveys thoughts or energy from
a source believed to be outside the
person's body or conscious mind;
specifically: one who speaks
for nonphysical beings or spirits.)
(MANNA: the power of the
elemental forces of nature
embodied in an object or person).
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
My life is stupid.
Broken down and sad.
Terrible and bad...
My life is stupid.
Forget me not.
Here I rot.
My life is stupid.
Everyone is who I hate.
They deside my eminating fate.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
The air was cool and light
A half set sun
Dimly illuminated
The stained glass windows
A single candle
Wrapped in red glass
Burned still and low
Eminating an unearthly scarlet
The sun continued to sink
And as it did a thick black ink
Poured into the chapel
And spread through the air
It swirled gently
Slowly engulfing the room
With a dark elegance
That light could scarce imitate
Until the stone statues,
The candles, lamps,
And the mosaic windows
Were no more
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
The silence deafens me.
stark alabaster walls stand so vertical and sharp,
a spider's thread dritfs in a cool breeze eminating from a small gap beneath a window.
Dust trickles down through the warm sunlight, frosting all the tables, shelves, and chairs.
Time is forever, the silence is greater.
Surrounding me, engulfing me, smothering me.
-AM
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
i read today
that
sometimes
during
autopsies
they find ink
pooled
in the lymph
glands
of people
with
multiple
tattoos
and
i got
to
wondering
if they
opened
up
my
brain
would
it
be full
of the
ink
that
runs
through
my
veins
the ink
that
drips
and
seeps
into
my very
soul
aided
by
the word
i
inscribe
and
etch
upon
my
bones
the ink
that flows
in a
long
continious
scrawl
eminating
from
my
poets
pen ..
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
The Sun is setting but the heat keeps rising
And as the moon comes up I look for all the hope I'm not finding
I look for escape but there's only 2 left in the pack
I'm just so tempted to leave and promise I'm coming back
There's a stench Eminating from my home and it's not the trash
I'm drenched in fear, im not alone and it's spreading like a rash
There's only so much time left but I can't think fast enough
I'm under all this stress and heat but still not a diamond in the rough
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
Long endearing glances and shivers.
Warmth eminating from passenger side.
Cotton lace and silky skin.
Seductive contours underneath.
Sheets paper thin.
Nightly routine comfort and security.
Fingers running all over.
Uncovering tender purity.
Disbelief of your existence.
You here with me now.
Has taken all of my persistence.
Perpetuity in a moment - you and me.
Caught in thoughts that sink and ooze.
Thoughts crazy people get lost in.
Committed to your asylum.
That one way ticket I've drawn.
Sleep calling to me like the night mother.
Wings clipped and falling fast.
Take me to my dreams where I smother.
Kisses on your face more than you can stand.
Hugs tight and sweaty hands.
Why do i dream if not for the love of my life.
Why do I dream when you lay at my side.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
its dark and soft, everywhere
danger and comfort coexisting around me
and i am tucked away in the latter
invader, middleground, muddled mind
i turn my head and there is a spear of light
two
they glow, ******* up the life and eminating pain
restriction and aggrivation
the clunk, clunk of metal and rubber
breath caught, eyes fixed
fateful and stunning, slender silver
i hate them but i cant move without them
the sheets lose their softness, my middleground slips away
i cant go back to sleep
2:08 am
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
It's hard to fall inline with the repose I long for.
When I've become accustomed to the warmth,
eminating from the flame of chaotic disaster,
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
The dank dark clouds moved in menacingly from the horizon.
From which she could feel her eagerness building strength.
The lightning then crashed as the rain began to fall.
While her hips began to sway with the rumbling call.
A smile curled and kissed her lips, while energy built with every drip.
She extracted her power with force from the storm, the tempest boiled making her golden warm.
The flood of destruction she's contorted in dance as her figure it floats entombed in a trance
Only she smiles with the sky when it pours. Overflowing with current from the burning storm.
Her beautiful body it swings in the rain movements are wicked the sight always strange.
Explosions crashing lightning storm veins, filling her existence completely with love.
Entombed in destruction, eminating from above, the howling tempest her only friend.
The storm clouds breaking bringing in the end, her body slowly whithers landing in a calm.
The life she loves to live married to the storm has now receded in the mud.
Remaining lost in time eagerly waiting for the flood.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC