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James M Vines Jul 2012
We've got a old love
We have ancient souls
We have lived and loved and lost
A thousand times before
A love born of the purest celestrial flame
Bright blue and searing
Heavans memories echo our names
We've got a old love
We have ancient souls
A love rooted in the heavans and cast by fate
Destined to live forever
Soul mates
Graff1980 Feb 2015
The starlight laughs
The golden tail
A glittering trail
Swerving in space
Changing with shifting gravity wells
Leaving only cosmic dust
To race
Thoughts to trace
The space between the space
Swishing through infinity
Fishing for divinity
Sea of siblings swimming to
Giggling back with static
No violence required
By the faith they inspire
I want you to want me.
With raw, unweavering power, I want you to want me.
I want my scent, my voice, to dance whimsically into your senses.
I want my face, my body, to creep into your memories.
I want you to want me as if your very life is dependant upon my touch.
I want you to want me as if you were addicted to the taste of my lips.
I want you to want me in the way that I'm always wanting you.
I want you to want me in the way that I never stop thinking about you.
I want you to want me with a  passion that burns hotter than hellfire itself.
I want you to want me with needs more intense than the wind and rain that falls from the heavans.
I want you to want me.
Eric Flaze Apr 2010
Your my anatomy antidote. Mentor, a friend to the broken. You know I'm not a prodigy. But honestly you've always believed in me. In perfect peacei dream of the secrets in store. At utopia door. I wish I could sneek. To this place of harmony. In a waterfall in a rainbow. There are gumdrops. And Beauty. So much love. Walking in a fog of colors.

Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land.

Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. There are sins cast down. In the mist of the ocean. As the blue tide comes in it washes them all away.Forgiven and forgotten are our past mistakes. Here Emotions. settle and don't rot in the sun. The ocean is full of water you breathe under. And there are no bugs. Only the ones that benefit us by fluttering by with vibrant wings. This is my mission to touch this utupia that many have called heaven. At the gate of destiny.

Chorus Your sending me to the promise land sending me and someday I'll see water change to alchol. The miracle man healing the blinded. Walking on water is no challenge in the promise land. Ohh the promise land. Flowing out comes a river of milk. Spreading trees with trinkling honey. Dripping in cinnamon. They call this place magic with grace. And theres a canal filled with unfamous greats. Anyone can swim in just for enjoyment. Lifes great cause here it lasts forever, never ending.

.And there's no disease that sends you to the grave. And when he gave his life away. He gained the world it's victory. Because. Of this humble servant I can honestly say I believe. I believe. Beleive i am saved. When he bled on the cross. He took my heart and mended it into clay. So he could mold a perfect being. Out of sinful me. Beautiful flawed l. Chorus Onward we walk. Together we stand. Forward we soar to the promise land We lift our swords to slay the beasts that live here in this human air. And on the beach we will dance a soldiers victory prance. From here you can Look at the sky. Feel the heat on your skin. Hold the sand just to watch it slip. Stare near the clouds see the gulls float. With perfect unity they land in unison. Reminding me that there's is even better above the clouds and in the heavans.
Place of perfect harmony
Rob Rutledge Nov 2014
It's strange how this calligraphy
Instills an impression upon your mind.
What's true for me ain't true for all.
We each have our experiences
The meaning that we find.

Our lives aren't ours to abdicate
They belong in all the places that
We seek.
Love will peek
Round the corners of the chairs
We do avoid.
Whispering all our wants and needs
All shy and coy.

Speak them loud or none will hear you.
None will gather all your cloth into the storm.
Until it's yours.
So scream unto the heavans.
Declaring what is yours.
But that is no guarantee
That happiness will fall at your door.
You'll walk the road abandoned
Accompanied by a roar.
Ceida Uilyc Dec 2014
"Rain is the ******* of the Clouds.
Thunder its moans,
And Lightning its ****** from the Heavans.
Hence, when it comes down it gives life to plants, earth, men and Women, so exquisitely!"
Idea-Alaine Randall
Composed: Ceida Uilyc
#Rain#Rain#Rain#tripping-with-rain
SB-JC Jan 2015
The sky Teasrs, revealing the heavans
Angelic light pours down upon me
The light is bright, but not blinding
A silhouette begins it's long decent

Even as she falls I am left speechless
unable to move, stunned by beauty
The closer she gets, the further I fall
Falling for her as she falls toward me.

She floats toward me like a feather in the breeze
her delicate feet meet the ground
her eyes meet mine and I freeze
eyes like pools of water, telling me everything

Her soft lips silently fall apart
she utters the words
"You're a cute-cumber"
that's all she said
that's all she needed to say
I really just want some ideas on where to go with this. Please and thanks!


A winding trail gradually tapered off into the woods
where the trees bit the hazy Autumn dusk,
branches protruding upwards
like the crooked teeth
of an aged jackal.
Fragile creatures,
the likes of birds and small rodents
dart into the dark confines of the daunting forest.
Like fleeting wisps of dry, rolling leaves they flee,
hoping to find shelter beneath the massive expanse of huddled, wilted trees, just in time before the weight of the setting sun
could fall upon their tiny heads and
extinguish the tiny capsule of air
from their little lungs
in the same way
the last flickering silvery and golden
webs of light
were extinguished from the sky,
giving an amiguity to where the horizon ended and the Heavans began.
I guess I don't know if I should mold it into a poem with a purpose or lengthen it into a story - perhaps?
Manic Brilliance Oct 2015
silent. be still your heart.
the end will soon be here.
deny as you may, you can no longer fight that you will no longer have fear.

quaint, be still your mind.
the haze will soon be lost.
and though you scream to the heavans, I ensure you that your calls have no cost.

steady, be still your hands.
the light is soon to come.
and though your riches were much in wealth, it will no longer see have a sum.

solice, be still your soul.
the tears will soon be shed.
the friend that you loved and adored, have cried at what has been said.

transcend, be still your vessel.
you have finally been freed.
as you have realized, the angels will bring you to your knees
Eileen Prunster Apr 2012
we are all
just part
of
the cycle
of
decay
heavans heave in silence
Lunar Roses Sep 2021
A little sour but it has the intended effect
I'll feel a bit clearer at the end of it
I'll drop into a fountain of thoughts
And rise in my kingdom in the heavans
She beams on me
I thought the heavans had opened
Touches my skin
And burned me smooth and golden
For crying out loud
Her hands are molten
I'm pulled into her orbit
But this air is potent
My body is whipped from spinning in this motion
I could drown in all of her
My feet's already soaking
And consume the lot of her
Until I'm bloated
And to relieve the pain
They need to split me open
To reveal that she filled me
To the extent that I've been hoping

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