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"florish" poems
"In a mad world, only the mad are sane" Clearly stated by K. Akira. Scary! What is freedom? How close is it to insanity? Scary! Is that a freedom when one has to lose peace of mind? Is that a freedom where finally one has to ask ownself, who am I? And may regret what I have become. Is that a freedom where you search for the thousand Suns when you know one is enough? Is that a freedom where you have to sell the soul to exist a new time? Freedom is questionable. Never ask that freedom when you are not ready for. Never ask that freedom where you don't belong. Never ask that freedom where finally one has to shed tears. Never ask that freedom where foundation of life ends. Isn't it insanity, freedom beyond control? And you may have observed where weeds florish, lotus thrives. Balanced freedom is conscious state of being where no outer stimuli distracts, and one could flourish. Freedom in any form is always neutal, but the person who execute it, could be wrong. And forgive me if it is illogical, Earth revolving around it's axis is universal example of how much freedom one needs. What is freedom? How close is it to insanity? As the saying goes, your freedom to swing your fist ends just where my nose begins. Yes, should I repeat that? Reasonably never ask the insane, what freedom is. At that instant they will justify everything, where they are always right. It will be scarier that time. Thus freedom itself is never the issue, for what cause it is exercised, is. Nothing more.
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
On Freedom
"In a mad world, only the mad are sane" Clearly stated by K. Akira. Scary! What is freedom? How close is it to insanity? Scary! Is that a freedom when one has to lose peace of mind? Is that a freedom where finally one has to ask ownself, who am I? And may regret what I have become. Is that a freedom where you search for the thousand Suns when you know one is enough? Is that a freedom where you have to sell the soul to exist a new time? Freedom is questionable. Never ask that freedom when you are not ready for. Never ask that freedom where you don't belong. Never ask that freedom where finally one has to shed tears. Never ask that freedom where foundation of life ends. Isn't it insanity, freedom beyond control? And you may have observed where weeds florish, lotus thrives. Balanced freedom is conscious state of being where no outer stimuli distracts, and one could flourish. Freedom in any form is always neutal, but the person who execute it, could be wrong. And forgive me if it is illogical, Earth revolving around it's axis is universal example of how much freedom one needs. What is freedom? How close is it to insanity? As the saying goes, your freedom to swing your fist ends just where my nose begins. Yes, should I repeat that? Reasonably never ask the insane, what freedom is. At that instant they will justify everything, where they are always right. It will be scarier that time. Thus freedom itself is never the issue, for what cause it is exercised, is. Nothing more.
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This is the highway of fallen kings. The place where pharaohs go to rest. The dungeon where crowns are thrown, Because they no longer have value. They mean nothing. Everything you touch becomes nothing and, Even the strongest fall under your scrutiny. This is the wasteland of dreams. The place where hopes go to rest. For nothing conquers your unconquered heart. Nothing will florish under your glory. Every territory is under your dominance. playing with my heart toying with my mind and Evidently pulling hard, Ripping at my heart strings I guess the mighty ***** Isn't so mighty. This is the epiphany of heartbreak. The sudden realization that... Pharaohs will fall. Crowns will also fall. Dreams are sometimes nightmares. One can only hope. Superiors remain supreme. And of course... The weak is forever at your disposal..
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
Superiors remain supreme
I fell in love with you the way i would a book, a painting, a song How upon first glance one becomes flooded with fascination by all the colors and complexities each detail I fall on blooms into more so that my soul feels like it is visiting a well planned garden where it is that: something is always opening up and revealing it's mysteries to me
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Florish
Obey, do not display Stay, there is no time to play Emotions are not for show Just reap the crops you sow **** it all Do not fall You cannot fail For you must set sail To the ends of success No need for excess Emotions are not for show Just reap the crops you sow Reap and reap, build and build Do not let down your guild Keep going, do not dwell On the pains that swell This is what we are taught This is how we get caught In the perpetual fire blazing Judging eyes a-gazing It burns you up To be ****** up It devours your life Nothing left, bring on the scythe Why love or live another day? When I've already been murdered inside? What really is there left to say? How can I live when I've already died? Let me tell you something neat Its knowledge is power that cannot be beat Ready? It's a hard pill to swallow for sure It will allow life to florish, but it's not quite a cure You see.... it takes a lot of work I'll say again, it takes a lot of work!! Listen carefully now, It's not just for tricks Allow yourself to feel the pain, and you will die a Phoenix You will be brought back to life And oh, what a wonderful life It is filled with joy and love It takes a lot of work, most important though, LOVE The kind that's raw and open deep The kind that brings a melody and weeps Love, it is the birth and death of all So listen carefully my Phoenix, do you hear the call?
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Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
Phoenix
I freestyled a poem yesterday Here it goes. I am The universe and the universe is me I am not of the natural I was birthed from the womb of the divinity Descended from the realm of the heavenly From The very Essence of me I am as a seed in the ground full of soil producing massive amounts of engery In my presences is where you can feel the warmth of my vibes and flowing waves of my frequency My Hair, my mind, and my soul's density are the only things that defy the laws of gravity. Outside in the sun is where nature and I become as 1. Its my secret place of serenity Where my peace last for infinity A space where I am as A bird flying; I let go to be free A place where I hold the key to unlock the door to my Authenticity And like a deeply rooted tree I florish spiritually Awakening my conscious and do away with the old mentality. Dressing modestly wearing my Intelligence like its the new **** And embracing my melaninted Shimmery skin in all its glory confidently. That when I had come to face reality That I am the universe and the Universe is me. There are 2 big eyes looking at back at me they are deep and dark yet shine like the brightest stars in the galaxy. This nose must be The scented flowers as it gives off the fragrances of me. These soft luscious lips are speaking words to me Fervently This heart is the producer of life working So powerfully These mamory gland produces milk to quench the thirst of a baby This body must be a living valley as my stretch marks are The road maps with a special route that leads to the deepest ocean of The sea. My love is like honey with each gentle touch it heals thee. Because I am universe and the universe is me.
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Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
I am the Youiverse!
I freestyled a poem yesterday Here it goes. I am The universe and the universe is me I am not of the natural I was birthed from the womb of the divinity Descended from the realm of the heavenly From The very Essence of me I am as a seed in the ground full of soil producing massive amounts of engery In my presences is where you can feel the warmth of my vibes and flowing waves of my frequency My Hair, my mind, and my soul's density are the only things that defy the laws of gravity. Outside in the sun is where nature and I become as 1. Its my secret place of serenity Where my peace last for infinity A space where I am as A bird flying; I let go to be free A place where I hold the key to unlock the door to my Authenticity And like a deeply rooted tree I florish spiritually Awakening my conscious and do away with the old mentality. Dressing modestly wearing my Intelligence like its the new **** And embracing my melaninted Shimmery skin in all its glory confidently. That when I had come to face reality That I am the universe and the Universe is me. There are 2 big eyes looking at back at me they are deep and dark yet shine like the brightest stars in the galaxy. This nose must be The scented flowers as it gives off the fragrances of me. These soft luscious lips are speaking words to me Fervently This heart is the producer of life working So powerfully These mamory gland produces milk to quench the thirst of a baby This body must be a living valley as my stretch marks are The road maps with a special route that leads to the deepest ocean of The sea. My love is like honey with each gentle touch it heals thee. Because I am universe and the universe is me.
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"I, frequently, find myself ponder- ing: what it is other people are wonder- ing, or if they have began wander- ing from their, once, true path in life," he laughed, while taking a bath, down by the Boulder. "&: when, precisely, did it happen?! Yes! It is true that I have spent  many, magnificent, moons squander- ing the wealth of my place in this space.. I consume certain substances that others find distasteful. Yet: within the maunder- ing, I find a very subtle peace; know- ing that we will all, inevitably, be go- ing to find solace in the final slumber. Nothing we do is flawless. - Maybe once we're all gone: may the 'livestock, produce, and lumber' florish, fully, once again." he was bowed next to the Boulder, coughing on a cigarette of cannabis, when he caught the crouched cougars eye. As the joint, jittery, smolder -ed, his mind was left in blurred bliss. Just then: began to fly, forward -  the chiseled cougar.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
Battle at the Boulder
Swaying with the wind Caressing my frail winter bones Sinking into the deep roots of my lungs Deep breaths Drinking the honey of the sun Sweet taste of heat The sun has finally come out to dance To dance along the cliffs edge with me Will you not dance? Dance as If you were a bird Free to kiss the sky Let the spring ecstasy fill you Let it drain into every empty ocean of your body Let the flowers arise from the darkness Let them grow in your corrupt heart Let spring florish
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Written On The Sky
Where are all the flowers gone those whom petals drifted in the wind where did they go I'm referring to the poet's I knew so well .... where have you all gone .... each one of them brought To this site a florish of life in there own words in their own ways I have yet to read the new poets I see posting look forward to doing so with delight. ... smiles This site started it all for me feels good to be home till the next post ... smiles
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
Where have all the flowers gone...
Dear ex, you used to tell me I was a liar. The truth hit stop signs on the tip of my tounge. Dear ex, i found someone who took my seeds that you starved. And within the technicolour blooms that now florish. I found truth. The Only lie I ever told, was I love you!
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Dear ex...
Love is like a tree, from begining to end When given the chance to grow and florish, it will reach for to the sky It will scar and heal, those wounds will always be seen Never ceasing to grow until slowly, they die. Looking upward for nourishment, and reaching down for the same If it shoots to fast for the heavens, without digging its roots in deep The first winds of turmoil will blow it crashing down and time will call it back, forever to keep.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC
Untitled
can we humans be more like weeds grow abundantly... with little needs sprout boldly from the smallest crack reach skyward always... never looking back thrive miraculously where well cared friends wither yet florish side by side with a hint to come hither stand ruthlessly against mans' herbicides or chopped to the root and cast aside our petals and leaves we open wide to all though not invited ours is... a grand sprawl with fine frons and feathery wisps our sturdyness does not engender idle quips we bend and sway in the mightiest torrent with roots so deep... some find us abhorrent but all and all... in all of our landscapes there is a just place for man, plants and apes
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
those weeds!!!!
we begin the war of words iron hammers beat words into swords then we mold the swords into guns and cannons that ignite the earth once more and the words shall florish in the battlefields of war
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Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
The Words Shall Florish
Where Weeds florish Lotus thrives And yet We quietly believe It's okay Let it be What is learned Survial of fittest Finding balance Everywhere Where weeds florish Lotus thrives
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
Loop Hole
A summer is always forgotten as our thoughts rotten, of lights and light thoughts. A flower much sought, florish a lapse of time. I can only call mine, thoughts that were, once all over.
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Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Hold
hands of heaven florish and blessed be between the light and the dawn but let it not vanish nor slip through our fingers
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Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:52 PM UTC
Between The Light and The Dawn