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"ivi" poems
to the little girl who sits by the tv screen, watching encantadialireo is where you belong, your palms big enough to hold the kingdoms of sapiro, lireo, hathoria, and etheria in your hands, keeping the brilyantes of air, water, earth and fire in the four chambers of your heart to keep peace in our world. you are an amihan, open to the truth of an entirely different continent coexisting with the mortal world that you know, never letting death keep you from closing in on yourself like an abandoned cathedral; you are soft and gentle in all the ways she tries to lead, dangerous in the way cassopeia's prophecy was fulfilled, bringing the ruin of hathoria. do not be afraid when pirena comes, rage and hade! hade! hade! against the beating of the earth against your feet, stealing the holy fire in your heart. it will keep burning, arrows aimed and the war won and you will get it back. you will get it back. ilantre ivi e corre? ilantre ivi hasne masne? the people wonder. you are a descendant of the diwatas powerful and almighty in the elements of the world you hold close; under your reign, corre will return, masne will start its journey. kingdoms will be brought to their knees. you will never forget the land where you came from mingling with the magic in your veins you are one of many a lot of things you can never compromise. ivi esna adelan e...
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
blue-blood kingdom
i. Last eve', whilst mine Filipino rose Was falling deep into her slumber; I started to doze off, into hypnagogic state I wasn't sleeping, nor was I fully awake. ii. In the midst of this hallucinatory reality I couldst discern a tender mild voice, betwixt this actuality; The strong yet forward word's spoke as this to me Brandon, "doth thou want to cometh home to JESUS CHRIST" ? iii. As tis the word's JESUS CHRIST were in italic bold font From the way it was saidst, it was sung as an angel wouldst singeth his name up in heaven; someone, not knowing whom, asked if I wanted to cometh home, was this an angel, or a dream? iv. Ive hadst encounter's with demonic being's daily, as tis I've had angelic encounter's as well, wouldst twenty seven be mine last; As I've thought of this a many whilst's, as tis every musician of mine I've loved died at this age, as two plus seven equal's nine. v. Nine, mine favorite number, mine sport's digit always chosen as a boy, nine, the number meaning completion in all religion's; The figure representing the completion of life's own cycle, as tis so many star's completed their journey at 27, was I being called? Ivi. Didst someone asketh me to cometh home? Back where I belong? To the star's? To God's son? Number's alway's meaneth something; in mine bible, in all religion's, in all thing's, as tis angel's speaketh in front of thee or in dream's, was that mine angel? Calling me?
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Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
Hypnagogic state ( was that mine angel asking if i wanna cometh home?) I believeth so...
Nulla di ciò che accade e non ha volto e nulla che precipiti puro, immune da traccia, percettibile solo alla pietà come te mi significa la morte. Il vento ricco oscilla corrugato sui vetri, finge estatiche presenze e un oriente bianco s'esala nei quadrivi di febbre lastricati. Dalla pioggia alle candide schiarite si levano allo sguardo variopinto blocchi d'aria in festevoli distanze. Apparire e sparire è una chimera. È questa l'ora tua, è l'ora di quei re sismici il cui trono è il movimento, insensibili se non al freddo di morte che lasciano nel sangue all'improvviso. Loro sede fulminea è qualche specchio assorto nella sera, ivi s'incontrano, ivi si riconoscono in un battito. Sei certa ed ingannevole, è vano ch'io ti cerchi, ti persegua di là dai fortilizi, dalle guglie riflesse negli asfalti, nei luoghi ove l'amore non può giungere né la dimenticanza di se stessi.
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Nulla di ciò che accade e non ha volto
this is where i lay my Head, let my Brain remain aSleep, dream of Rays n razor's Edge, fetch a Blade n slay the Sheep,, seep the Sheers n near the Ledge, shed the Tears n steer the Ship, shifting Gears n piercing Threats: threading Needles  --  wielding Stitches.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
IVI y B e d
Un an de când am trăit Fiecare pas într-un loc îndreptat De unde nu te-ai mai mișcat Și cățelușii, doar eu i-am plimbat Un an de când nu ne-ai poftit La masă, in memoria ta intristat Acum eu la alții am dat Și de băut, și de mâncat Un an de când nu ne-am zâmbit Multă lume m-a îmbrațișat Numele tău se ivi menționat Și tu nu, în mod repetat Un an de când ai murit
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Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 5:28 AM UTC
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