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"mimicing" poems
No thought can grasp this ocean we enter in Holy embrace together. This Placeless place echoes a memory, unseen here, only Love carried in waves of light. Fingers soft as petals of Lilly lifting into infinity, touching gently, with the delicacy of a Lover bound by Heart to the Beloved. In Reverence you reach to meet the unseen song of no-thing as the One Heart opens, revealing fragrance mimicing the fields of Heavens on High. Sharing the feast of Heart boundless, awake waves of intoxicated bliss opening This as He decends upon, as your lips. Dancing under moonlight no eyes can see delighting in poem no words can speak. The ocean sings of Silence to the ship longing for shore washing away all sense of "two", all need for "more". We, ever becoming take off on a star heading for Truth and leave the sleeping and waking to the dreamers. The Lover's destiny is the union Absolute, following the inevitable, miraculous disappearance of the universe. Ocean and waves voyaged in Mind become worldless Void You and I, Boundless, Unborn Love
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Rising Lovers Ocean Journey
A black man souled me my religion with his silhouetted blues and glit'ring worlds Carved my faith with an old fashioned mic and tilted cap I was a product of societies blue eyes and blonde hair Trapped behind the funeral veil being poured into our rivers from the polluted pipes of reality I watched God's eye as they scanned the deserted souls of our landscape Wept floods of sorrow through our illusioned damns of hope Leaving us alone to tend to the graveyard of our dreams Questioning the mimicing raven, that can only give the answers we never wanted to hear. . . But crying would be fruitless if we could see what's coming Like fishing in the mutated waters of society Shocking, but expected Then again leaving the hook and closing the window would just make us irresponsible So we slip into the sleeping game of time, sliding under the covers of trust Hoping to find a shield from the boogie man in the sheets Only to find that the boogie man rest here too Puts good night kisses in the pillow cases to poison my dreams And along with these realizations comes the drying of my faith in the old fashioned mic and tilted cap Because the black man that souled me my religion forgot to mention that all that glitters, is not gold
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Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:40 PM UTC
Follow the Drinking Gourd
*Fire Folding Fringes Of Forgotten Paper, Embers Glowing Gently In The Sky, Mimicing The Stars--Tangled In The Very Fabric, Of The Web Of Words In A Worn Script, Cryptic Yet So Familiar It Hurts, Golden And Scarlett The Trail Burns Torrid, The Fire Swallows The Moon In One Hearty Gulp, And The Flame Stitches That Empty Chasm Shut, Blackened Smoke Seals The Last Crevasses In The Sky, Leaving The Stars Peering Through Thick Clouds, And The Embers Waved To Them Lightly, As They Completely Cooled And Fell As Husks, And The Mighty Flames Still Reached For Out Of This World, Soot Stained The Ground Paving The Path Goodbye, The Flame Slowly Dwindled To A Light Kindle, As My Eyes Ajusted To The Returning Moonlight*
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
Fire
I see our memories all around me, like the ghosts from former lives, trapped in time Where we shared our first kiss, where you told me how much you loved my touch, were we ran to escape it all I revel in the depth and weight of precious recollection lose myself in the countless hours spent together, two becoming one your absence is palpable, I still hold your hand in mine, smell your shampoo, taste your lips, feel the heat of your skin our star burned too quickly, and the resultant supernova consumed us Or were you my oasis--a drop of water to a dying man that drop turned to a torrent, then a deluge that drowned me in your past It's so much easier to speak a hard truth at night, when you can't see the impact crater a simple good-bye leaves So I walk these hallways, mimicing the act of living While my head and heart are trapped in echoes of the past My days are filled with rose-hued memories of you I chase your ghost still
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
walking with a ghost
Focusing on taking steps after steps but forgetting to take a breath Mimicing strength while my shield was rusting I said I am fine too many times I know this shell needed to break So I could shine This mask needed to fade away So I could look at myself in the mirror Admitting my vulnerability and finding the chemistry of happiness Admitting my ignorance and finding the road to knowledge Where there is room for improvement There is space to grow When things seem to collapse Just an opportunity to start again
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 5:38 AM UTC
Empty Shell
Slober knocked back to a cadence measure. Turning in tune with the illusion of leisure. Stand at fault, holding the gun. Cryptic followings at the point of a pun. Deny and defile the logic of man. Floating backwards catching a cancerous tan. Indescency accepted as common form The policies for which are quick to swarm. Holdings in life, seem to diminish. Removed suddenly of their veenered finish. Left aside as needless want A proxy value for those too gaunt. Picked up again by mimicing lepers, Balling their eyes out as communication severs. Catching a reflection in the glint of an eye. Turning quickly, as not to pry. Beholden, clearly, to a bare ideal. Something tangible to which one would kneel. Beckoned forth in a fleeting glimpse. The man has not been heard from since.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
The Leftovers
Mimicing people who are ok, Ostracising the heart, Vowing to never bother the other person, Imagining a life where you are ok Never sleeping because demons lurk Giving up hope of getting back together. Openly admitting that you miss them Never really did forget or stop missing them. I don't think I will ever move on But one day my emotions will be gone, So when that day comes, I'll cherish memories, As I pray to the gods that overlook the seas. I won't ever be able to fully move on, But its trying to is what counts right? Maybe all in all I'll find a way to stop loving you, But the chances of that are very slim. But you've moved on....and all I can do Is to wish you all the best. And to let you know, ***** is lucky to have you.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
Diary Entry #4