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jayant palana Nov 2012
Entering dark was nothing at site.
For once very existense needed light.
With passing moments visibility was right.
Nothing glared as in light but visibility was right.
Now existense had sense but fear grip again.
Before collied the thought of injury was there.
Search for light took steps somewhere.
Without knowing I entered the light.
Every thing was bright with glaze and shine.
I search behind defeat of mine.
I took care of match and candle even in light because defeat was there in mind.
I waited long to defeat dark candle was courage in sight.
Wait was endless till that dark spoke to my ears.
He said he was fighting for all this years and the result noway near.
It was decided by dark and light lets coexist dear.
Jerielle Lasac Feb 2017
If you doubt your capability to love
and you are emotionally unsure,
perhaps I am not the one for you.
No, I am not your cure.

Know that you are about to love someone
who will not hold you liable
of helping her define her existense
for she knows in thee she is responsible.

For I am in the rescue of my own soul,
teaching my heart how to behave.
I cannot be in love and be a hero at the same time
with someone who still needs to be saved.

Because my mind is a galaxy
of wonders and uncertainties
and if you do not know your direction,
you will be lost in my infinity.
jayant palana Nov 2012
Co-exist
Entering dark was nothing at site.
For once very existense needed light.
With passing moments visibility was right.
Nothing glared as in light but visibility was right.
Now existense had sense but fear grip again.
Before collied the thought of injury was there.
Search for light took steps somewhere.
Without knowing I entered the light.
Every thing was bright with glaze and shine.
I search behind defeat of mine.
I took care of match and candle even in light because defeat was there in mind.
I waited long to defeat dark candle was courage in sight.
Wait was endless till that dark spoke to my ears.
He said he was fighting for all this years and the result noway near.
It was decided by dark and light lets coexist dear.
Jacqe Booth Feb 2010
i
Who is I?
In the Now. I am of true boi essence.
A writer, a recluse, abandoned only of fate: Destiny ever alluring in the palm of my hand.
Limited only by my own inabilty to be present in only one consciousness.
I am split between reality strings.
A permeant spectre, caught betwixt parallel dimensions.
At times incoherrant, lost in esoteric translation.
I am physic(al) - I of breath + flesh, perception being my holster, corruption my armoury.
Intuitively, i am harmonious, sanctonious, welcoming of illuminations and the darker side of each unfettered moon.
Awareness sleeps by my side. Each waking minute guarded. of commonality.
I am enlightened.
I am bouyant.
mobile, fluid-like in kinesis.
Conventional existense being the foundation over which i fly.
Arms outstretched, willing risk to be my pull.
Enticing Love to be my drag.
balance, mediums, equilibrium.
Lifted high amidst winds roaring with possibility.
I am stark in naked complication, although often prone to cover up in cynical, self critical analysis.
I am given of self; being the taker a refreshing discourse to which i stray accordingly.

Of culture i am a liar.
By nature i tend towards honesty only straying when survivalistic path need tread.
I am of blood,
private yet optimistically open to scarring.
By custom i am trained, civil, content.
Of instinct; native raw tongue, i am rampant, rapid in force, compelled to grow then emerge.
Only.
To submerge
is to take full scope.
i am telescopic
in view of A/all else to which i drown my vision.
I am unsure if i am young,
Although certain that my passage is still being lit by the glow of its entrance, dark passageways luring with their shadows and cavernous corners.
I am liberal, random in speculatory silence. I am idle, often motivated by industrial desire.
Mechanical in process, structured of cerebreal architecture, yet somewhat discombobulated in particularity.
Sporadic be my strain, its think tank choking always on the weeds of sorrow.
Essentially i am nothing: yet overwhelmingly everything.
I was
I am
I will
therefore i
Exist
to i as
A/all and nothing.
As yesterday is to tommorrow, and visa versa, i am a window, a door, a channel:
as closed as i am open.
Dependant only on my own deliverence of influence and potential.
Driven by the promise of future and the demands of my past.
I am a vehicle in time, my presence, my motion, my journey
is I.
Brandon B Thomas Feb 2014
Scared , bruised and battered from the people that matter

Holding onto your faith visualizing Gods strategical patterns

& afterwards, small events make us roll backwards

Danger in anger makes the minor things we have not even matter

Actions lead to a reaction , consequences & sentencing

Imagine a better life living the life of actresses in movie scenes

Allow your mind to ponder while you relax your feet in water

Let every moment simmer while skies grow dimmer , tempuratures rising while you begin to shiver

Ask yourself why am I  constantly in his picture

Never doubt the power behind your mind , your word, your scripture , your soul

Actually realize when you two fight?  guilt swallows him whole

Yearning for motherly love , love became his drug

Making him ill inside , all he needs is a hug

Care free living isn't wise , no emotion in eyes , when he cries
highly capable ,more than beautiful , soul better than soul food , he says those words are you

Tip toeing in the direction of you , but before he makes his mark he thanks our father for you

Thank You for the beauty within her soul he says , & Thank You for eye sight & the roof over my head

I thank you father but i ask you for one more thing ?
Don't let me lose the woman that sings the rhythm I bring

Ready to end his prayer he kisses the bible & says amen

Everything written now glistens, since spoken into existense ,allow your mind to listen & find the piece of the puzzle missing
the future is the undiscovered country



you see tommy des ree was a scientist who really wasn’t very realistic about what the

future brings, you see tommy wanted not to die, and wanted to find a way of eliminating death,

but this was going to be tough, because nobody knows what the future holds, nobody, you see,

tommy sat down, dreaming about ways to **** off the past, despite best mates saying they liked

him back then, everyone has their problems, but tommy was different to others, but he can’t quite

figure out why he was so different, because every story he wrote about changing the country for the better

was laughed right out of court,  and tommy was having a hard time, but really any idea he had was bad

so he went away to get himself into cosmic sleeping and learn about how the cosmos can save future

existense, and no matter how hard this is, tommy will make sure he travels to the edge of the earth, to find

the answer to what the future has in store, tommy thought, a person dies, a person gets reborn, and why do we

****, we call it gas, yeah, and a baby comes from that spot, and tommy got on the internet, to learn other people’s

views on the matter, and tim who lived in wisconsin under the name of genner, wrote a story about how methane is used

by buddha to bring an old dead soul and the new soul was created, and it was caused by methane, but the atheists of the

area told tommy, that nothing up there can protect us from the future, NOTHING, I CAN TELL YA, tommy was looking at many

sites explaining about methane, so why don’t we see the deceased, why are they deceased, why do we die, but the answer

to that question is, people die to end suffering, but still tommy was saying, why oh why do we die, how can we protect the world from death,

or is death the answer to the future, like any right wing person reincarnates into a left leaning family, like a selfish man reincarnates to a nice

to everyone family, and nothing can stop his horrible moods, and maybe if people can understand what is on in their minds, there might not

be a problem to be risen, ya see, not everyone is perfect ya know, and mental illness is a form of trauma from bad karma, from previous lives

or current lives, and tommy didn’t understand, why mate, why is there supposed to be a future out there, that nobody can explain.

even if methane is the gas that burns the old, and creates the new, methane also can be used to improve the part of people’s life patterns.

sometimes the old, can’t look after their young, unless they died, and became a new aged young person, created by the new age movement,

this might sound bogus to some, but people are dropping like flies, and being replaced by other humans or animals, and tommy was having a battle,

trying to find out what was in the future, what the future has in store for him, is tommy’s mind going to be in the form of a robot ran by computers and,

everything he writes on his computer, will be in the minds of people who use computers, which makes the future,

the part of an undiscovered for tommy and everyone,

we can’t control the future, the future controls us
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
While a howl rang and hung in the night's sky,
The clouds opened and surged inwards,
Thunder boomed magnificently,
Nature's wonderful horror,
Only a glimpse really into the heart,
The torrid splendor off coastal plains,
Might deluges and droughts,
Calculating Cosmos unifying existense,
Galactic accidents,
Mutations unique of the flesh,
Marbled temples with high ceilings,
Wiped off in an instant,
The LightningMan Cry,
Jess Brady Jun 2013
Your existense
makes me happy,
but all you do
is make me sad.
davi bauer Aug 2013
Beyond chaos and void.

You say you do not ponder a haunting memory
Or beleve that reflections give comfort
Because not even some thinking thing
Is broken off from the pantheist
Liberated from humanity by existense itself
All the knowns and the unknowns
Display a disposition to bend
Ergo my costume consumes neutralty
And darkness is never as invisible
As my spectral thought.
Zoe Sue Feb 2018
You sleep much like a citys night
Squealing brakes on subway grates
Trickle down a rusty pipe
Leaky faucet to showering snores
Swingin **** chatter
Lining to living walls
That bear witness at
Writhing renewer
Shut out shut in
Classified conglomerate clasping
The thunder of a thousand thoughts
Or Dreams
A thousand thoughtful words
A thousand thoughtless
A thousand oohs
A thousand aaaahhhgonies
In repitition and random order
A hum to a hammer
A breath in harmonized heartbeats
Follows a breath plucked from puckered lips
Lush like advertised kisses
Stolen from a squeezed tight chest
Wont wake with a start
Even when your body quakes
To try and yank you from a mind
Unsettled
Unsettling
Hearing you murmur
Idle chatter at existense sans consciousness
Id like to caress your unconsious
Breathe calm into cavities
That slow that iron heart tempo
Astral project
Bait switch in place
Not a pain to replace
But if it could be the case
Id slink into your shaking skin
And claim it my own for the moon view
Then you may know a restful slumber
In Opposite minds rewound anew

In some corners before sleep we are lovers
I **** a soliloquy off your thumb
In starlight solace
Lament to lunar eyes
Sometimes too bright to look upon
Swelling softness swarms my gut with a glance
Tyler May 2022
you are love to me,
and love is every single thing in this existense.
seriously not unlike to God.
letting go of you.
is letting go of love.
letting go of everything.

it is an extremely difficult thing.
it all, not unlike to death.

yet,
the need of, and the life is there after, it.
not unlike to heaven.
the beauty there, it is awe incarnate.
a land where life and love, they
live after death.
every day,
all in the every single right way.
in the grandest possibility imaginable.

aswell,
love is my nothing.
as everything would entail this,
this nothing.
what comes of it?
but, everything?

Love,
it is eternal.
sleep, it is my nothing.
everything, it is my day.

the nightmares,
you must awake.
I pray there is happiness in your hearts
.
idealism

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