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Umi Mar 2018
Go on with haste and fly through this undawning memory of love,
What is the moon looking up at, perhaps a dance of pulsar stars ?
What is the sun looking down at, perhaps the life growing from light?
An eternal sinner wanders under their light, with no aim, no goal,
All he carries shall be the pride in his heart, with undying love burning as bright as a hyper nova in the nearby young nightsky,
Lingering sadness seeps it's way through, to the surface of the moon, forever to be bound in an orbit, overshadowed, shining in lesser light,
Yet does it oversee, what beauty it brings to the night, or what it would be if darkness reigned supreme without it and the stars to rise?
Enlighting the darkest of nights for us, forgotten it keeps up his duty,
For maybe, even if just one is touched by his luminosity it would be enough to keep going, until the time comes to greet the break of dawn
The milkyway alike a river of stars, each with their own story to tell,
Stars stand with their secret hidden, an orbital parent to many planets
The sky is the eternity in a land of pure fantasy and hope after all,
A dream which knows no death till its termination draws near,
But isn't waking up the commencement of something far greater ?

~ Umi
Umi Mar 2018
Gather in a dark night, impurities of the mind caused by poisonous emotions from loss and envy, of spite or jealousy, forming misery.
Love fades, ahh once so innocently precious, yet fragile in structure,
Leaving the servants of it in great despair and even darker hate,
Where affection ruled supreme once the scars of misery are causing a heartache from leftover rampage, a riot now presented. Ah, phantoms
Swaying back and forth between sadness and anger one gets lost in his own blindness, destroying and bringing himself into ruins,
This lingering sadness seems eternal as time passes painfully slower,
An enlighting realisation should do the task and let the soul lost inanihilating, irritational despair grow once again strong and happy,
A spark illuminating the dark, with patience and hope for the future,
But until this event is taking place, a personal hell is what has to be crossed alike a bridge made of anxiety, depression and self doubt.
But worry not all you lost souls who are waiting for light!
After all, every winter and every night find their end and ensure the dawn of a blooming spring dream.

~ Umi
aviisevil Jan 2014
As the sun begin to rise and the stars appear to fade
Her voice echoed in the fog , calling for a dark shade
She was dressed in white , purest of them all
Men and beast alike , she was lost in the fog
As she walked through the forest , the birds begin to sing
The flowers bloomed like never before and the trees started to swing
The forest came alive , from the presence of something dead
As she made her way through the forest , in search of one last breath
Her heart was full of sorrow and her mind was full of pain
As she walked through the gallows , in search of a forgotten name
The sun was slowly rising high and the fog begin to disappear
Frightened as she was , as calm she appeared
She closed her eyes and the tears begin to fall
Nurturing the land beneath , watering the small
Her hands reached out for someone , something to hold her back
But all she received in return was with black
She had brought along all she had and all she knew
She kept moving and the pain grew
She walked on and on , inside the deepest and the darkest of the wilderness
Her own darkness reflected upon the place
And now it was too dark to remember the face
Even the sun Coudnt penetrate the place she stood
And the birds stopped singing as if they understood
The flowers started losing the colours , as if mourning her cause
And everything stood still , so quite engulfed in the fog
Her legs stopped moving and she reached a Brooke
Shimmering in the dark , as she took a look
She looked down , deep inside the nothingness
All she could see was herself in the darkness
As she stepped inside , it started turning red
Bleeding like she always bled
And Ina moment it was all gone into a little of nothingness
She was covered in black , surrounded by darkness
And for the first time she was at peace
The sweet dreams were over and the nightmares would cease
She could see the sun , as she drifted away, slowly enlighting the world above
As she finally let herself go , in the name of love
She knew it'll be waiting on the otherside with open arms
And she was cold no more , she was at peace , so calm
Though she is gone , the forest can still feel her walk
But her tale is forgotten , lost in the fog
I am certain
Your body, in all its beauty and forms, precedes time.
It's like an infinite geometrical symphony,
A mystical existence in space-
Enlighting the essence to my being.
I want it in all parts,
I want it whole.
Engulf me in all curves and edges,
Tour me in my favorite places.
Your body, satisfyingly disturbing, both pure and dark
I know not, which is sadder-
The fact that I have fallen deeply into this chaos,
Or that you are completely unaware.
Eleete j Muir Jan 2014
Fluttering to the ground
An autumn leaf
Floating like a feather,
The embodiment of heavens heart
Ascending towards that quondam.
An aeon contemplating creation
Zoariums; moulded from dust infused.
Immortality desecrated
Their fane, desolate
Gods will mans dying nature.
The rivers rose above
The highest mountains quaked
As tears reign below
Upon the blood soaked amber earth;
To the cross his body nailed,
Hours fervently passed
Cloud vapour appearing to evaporate,
Bearing the weight of mortal sin
The saviour hanged; azoic.
The anatomisation of finitude!
Crowned man infinite,
Enlighting the darkest souls,
The lighest souls descent.
Bleating like a lamb
Twilights slaughtered salvation
Riding the thoughts of heavens dream;
Two empereal doves
Homeward flying.




1997 ELEETE J MUIR
Umi Jan 2019
A wall made of my happiest thoughts,
Closing in, a broken environment collapsing at last,
A hole in the ceiling allows a closer look,
To the freedom lost in mere seconds,
Trapped within one's self, unable to escape,
The hollow body wanders through the landscape,
Seeking for a piece to become whole again,
Searching for the fragments of a shattered conscious,
Never succeeding in this mighty mission,
Endlessly, fleeting through the despair of incompletion,
Erased colors draw a grey painted world,
Whilst the incarcerated one suffers with each step taken,
Not being able to open one's eyes, nor even protect the heart once embodied by the enlighting feeling of love,
Fallen into the endless abyss, unable to advance,
These happy thoughts mark the end,
And also the very beginning,
Of eternal slumber.

~ Umi
agalwithwords Jul 2013
What is it that I crave for?
What is it that I want?
I have lost myself in time
I am guilty of the crime

I am standing middle of nowhere
I don’t know which way to go?
The standing ground gives a tremor
The thought makes me quiver

I have lost all the interests
The things I used to hold dear
Now those are my distant past
Nothing makes anything clear

What I want now?
This question keeps me awake
How will I shape my future?
The answer is yet to remake

I reach out for help
I reach out for support
The only thing I see
More questions I can bear

I am standing in a place
Where there is nothing
Even the darkness elude me
The light has gone beyond the reach

I know I can be many things
I have lost the will to see
Everything seems so unreal
Don’t know where it will lead

The things I once held so dear
Now they are against me
I am lost and so unclear
I even can’t see me

I cry for the enlighting visions
Those once were my souls
It seems I don’t have my eyes
The blindness have made me sore

Where I will find the answers?
When I will know what to do?
My inactions became my action
My action got lost in roar

The burning fire inside my veins
Washed away with time
The dream, the passion, the pain
Got replaced by desire to fail

Books say past is past
Live in the present
But how should I act in now?
To make sure I see tomorrow

What is it that I am going through?
What is it that I want anew?
My course of life has changed
Everything I have built, now chained

I want to be free
Free of all the decree
I want to know how I became
How I became like thee?

What is it that I am looking for?
The faraway land is waiting for?
I should let go of the fear
Thrive again to achieve the spear

Enough of living in the denial
I have to act and stop being senile
Accept that I have failed
I the one to be blamed

Time is now to rise once again
Like the phoenix and empire in ruin
The lost can always be found
The doomed can always be crowned…
Adam Mott Jul 2016
In a town where it's always after hours
Where progress and time mean nothing
Neon lighting and sparrows fighting
The call of simplicity becomes enlighting

Streets that remain quiet, Friday nights past 11
Where the bay meets the loyalist man
While fog creeps its way across the land
And cellos play to the tune of a lonely band

Tomorrow night is winding down
As is my familiar little town
Draining away with the rest of the province
Until there is nothing
Save the sound of waves upon the shore
To the quiet city in the quiet province
Which becomes more and more quiet every time I return
Those tags certainly encompass the range of emotions people have regarding such a place
Siyabulela Apr 2011
Why us?past years,days,weeks and month we never saw the signs but the sun was keen on enlighting showing us the bright side,dark clouds moving us from bad to carol songs by the melodius birds singing in the forest,we abet until our companionship ablazed like a toddler seeing its first sight of its mum,gods grace gave us glamour,we did not look behind until we saw the signs,when the summer comes,flowers blossom our hearts interact like a cable and a plastic,our feelings crushing,crashing and cracking up and down,but we ignored them,why us?as we cheerful as atmosphere,the twin butterflies lies on our bonds
Inspiration Apr 2016
I want
I need
I feel you in my sleep
Let me be
What you need

Please
Plead
Let me tease

I want to feel you
Look at you
Hard
Let me swallow,
All of you
Make you bleed
And plead

Feel extraordinary
In ecstacy

I feel inside you
Warm, soft
I want to explore
With my hands, mouth
All that I am
And more

You feel me, see me too
Into my mind
Moving into my heart
It starts

I rise
To heavens above
Arched, moaning
Groaning
Pull on your hair
Squeeze your hand,
I feel breakable
Break me
Take me
I beg for more
Scream in pure devine
Utopia

You move me through
To the other side
Sitting on you
I feel ill, inside
Sunrise
So high
I cant hide

We look
We feel
So intensely
And find a beautiful sky
Shooting stars
Out of my mind
Watch them meeting in the sky
Sparkling, like I do when I look at you
I feel you
You me
Meeting together as one
Enlighting frightening
Let me be the one

Beautiful soul
Beautiful sky
Beautiful feeling
Beautiful sight, I am sleeping
Mane Omsy Sep 2020
when the tides rise above your passion
and your hips above the mountain
when the slightest touch of your hunger
and your breath weighs and wonder
how the magic flows through my veins
you created,
will glow in my everlasting thrive for you
I dare not to believe it will ever slumber
the love for you with skin, tears, and laughter
brings me enlighting energy from the stars
that could nourish and bring life to mars

- beloved
Seema Feb 2018
I have lost counts of your tear drop...
Why can't you make the flow stop...
You know seeing you like this makes me weak...
Tell me what I can do, atleast say or speak...
You are my friend and am here by your side...
Who has upset you? Who has lied?
Please look up and smile...
See I have come across from many mile...
You don't have to worry as am here for you...
With every breath I have, I will care for you...
You are an angel enlighting my world...
Standing by me in withering cold...
Life without you seems wretched and old...
Now cheer up beautiful nold...
I made a plan for us tonight...
Eating, gossiping, playing, singing throughout the night...


©sim
Read poetry deep inside has movement
No way you can know it go it show it
Without movement vibrational intence
Feeling it submissive wanting it having it

Throwing all else away from it getting it
Inviting it enlighting it being it showing it
Becoming it heart strumming it drumming it
Allowing the poetry within you being it

In the shower like a bird of the hour to defour
Having it become your very soul as in days of old
Heating it loving it all of it  calling it oening it
Driving it thriving it Being alive in it always bold

Alone in it feeling at home in it skin and bone in it
Giving it poetic life from any strife alone or to share
Making love in it higher above in it hand and glove in it
Like you've never known before or any time anywhere

Giving new birth to it with all your worth to it on earth to it
Orgasmicly sposmaticly letting it all becomr you within
Poetic perfection has to have feeling in it imagination in it
All poeticly recreating it of any such a poetic word or sin

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
kenye Sep 2020
My heart is an abandoned mosh pit;
I miss you beating the **** out of me in cadence-
some sonic *******
thrashing through the motions
moaning the music through my body electric
with liberation lashes enlighting me up.
I miss leaving mused and abused
dripping of our sweat-
Left writhing and pulsating in an echo chamber screaming my lungs out pretending to sing along with you-
working every ounce of energy out of me until you’re fulfilled
and I feel less vacant;

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