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birches and tastsy jerky wood.  resin in the immediate shubbary.... and dust and cobwwebs growing adjacent to the jerky wood.  Myraid of birds, ranging from small birch-types to crows.  A lingering dominant hawk.  A giant possum crossing between borders carrying unborn infants.  Dusty walls with abandonded spiderwebs- insect carcassases dangling, still.  Pool motors revving in every direction lets of a subtle hum that compliments the planes descending and ascending oer-head

the water is grainy yet cool and healing.  the sprinklers function at midnight and sometimes on the weekend.  Maintinance trucks, expensive commuter vehicals, modest vehicls, unmanned vehicles, arrowhead trucks, macdonalds trucks, safeway trucks....

the earth is still wheaty and chalky adjacent the jerky trees, the jerky trees have little hairs and appetizing off red color, the bark saddles off with grace and with a satisfying tare.
Maaya Dev Jul 2015
Fragments of moment
paddling swift and frenzy
through layers of present.
Filaments of passing time
wafting in evanescence
to get folded in the memory.

Oh fragile life
you are the remnants
etched in the illusion
squeezing frail reality
from misty ruckus
in mysetrous shade.

Beneath azure sky
On the bank of transience
rest, numerous existence
embedded with myraid dreams
and shed desperate selves
as fireflies hugging flames..

© Maaya Dev
Valerie dsouza Aug 2017
Sitting by the window side,
Was a poet starring at the sky.
He took his pen and began to write
About the universe and it's marvellous sight:
Decorated with myraid of stars,
That blaze, above the sky afar
Planets that move in circular orbits,
The bullseye of an astronomers target
The world's largest mesmerising masterpiece,
Giving everyone's eyes a wonderful feast
The northern lights for all to see,
Is the greatest show on earth for free
Days will come and months will go,
As a pendulum moves to and fro
How wonderful can the universe be,
Made just for you and me.
                          - Valerie Florina D'souza
harry singh Sep 2015
Flicker of candlelight ,
A gently gliding boat ,
The world bathed in tranquility ,
The air filled with prayer ,
The riverbank
Teeming with humanity-
An artists palette
Of myraid hues .

A fireball appears
Suddenly from nowhere
Breaking the dawn ,
Painting the world
Orange , yellow and pink .
The heavens  complete !

How lucky are we-
You and i
To share this heaven
For a while !
    
                              From the collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse , Colombo
The river Ganges is holiest of holy rivers of India. An early morn boatride , before the crack of dawn is truly magical experience  to realise how teeming millions revere this sacred life giver
roger2 Mar 2014
The wind rises
It catches the leaves, the dust, my shirt
And the girl I loved.
The tears that fall down
Dry with hell burning in my face.

CAPS
DREAMS GON3
CAPITALISM
I SECRETLY ADMIRE ******
SECOND NATURE

tiny penises
swarm my head
myraid
growling in the darkness
white red blue blak
i luv ***** paks

i'm dr suess
can't hear
watermelón
running into the Darkness
forever.
alone.
with the watermelón.
hey guys this is  my 1st poem lemme know what u think sorry if itslame lol
CORNEL PUNK Oct 2014
We were talented team.
Our success flowed like stream.
We were the best players
of the highest layers.
We were paid the highest
for we're thought to beat the toughest.
We were the most respectful.
In us everyone is hopeful.
We were very popular.
We had no similar.

But anything that started with proud,
it's shameful fall
sounds aloud.
We were clothed by shame,
when our fans put us at blame.
We failed many consecutive times
without our well wishers feeling our rhymes.
With our jearsy we covered our face'.
No one stood in our place.
We bitterly wept in
pain
like a woman to be
slain'.

Anything that have beginning
must have an ending.
Any day that had morning
must equally have  
evening.
After retreat on our  
dignity,
we cooperated with  
absolute humility.
Players obeyed the
headcoach.
Coach respect
player's approach.
Then we,with myraid
fans lifted up
a golden championship cup.
Jessica Feb 2014
I could speak endlessly on how this is my all to u
give u summer on cold days
A fuzzy breez on hot nights
So u can gaze moonlight
At the sound of phonic melodys
With no expressed limitations
Abstract sounds ,physical bodies nd mental objects
Everything
This is me giving u everything, giving u everything

Timeless univers
Myraid paradise
In disguise
For you hypnotize
The true nature of existance
That with my last breath ,to death flown
I surrender my soul
This is me giving u everything
Giving u everything
Giving
Giving giving u everything

An ocean full of emotion
Thy absence causes distortion
Disects my world into two
Phases that cease fatality
Thus in this reality
I seek not Oder but to give
This is me giving u everything
Everything giving u everything
Jesus

Written by: Mario Vitale
We all walk on a loose line that leads to debris

Silence

Etched in the fabrication through the elapse in time,
The Lilley of the valley the bright & morning star/

The illumination in time through degrees of solace
A hand extends through the cosmic debris in circumstantial evidence;

Just to touch the very hem of his garment
Just to hear to pitter patter of soft sandeled feet...

~
A myraid chasm through a gulf fix in sight;

We all fall short in the midst of violation...
Having planted our seeds in its timely proclamation
A side was pierced for sorrow to be gained;
In times of want their is a clear change

In the violation of the innocent proned to bitter chains..
~

The hand to hold as you are told until the rights to you are sold;

Jesus in the garden pearls of sweat fallen down
Jesus in my heart while painting the town
Jesus after the rise in certain days to see
Jesus in the formidable way making sweet history
Jesus helping neighbor or the hero in disguise;
Jesus offering breakfast to his followers in disguise
Jesus who will pray in the tender hours of need
Jesus is in you & also in me!
~

Torn

With days in thought & delicate prayer with humble quest
A rest in view to its timely crest;
We each our given a choice regarding heaven & hell
Yet Jesus is the perfect gentleman who doesn't force himself on anyone

Through briars, asps & serpents layer...
Jesus
We all were born into the world & given a choice?
Repent for the days our cursed;
Don't live your lives in a fishbowl circling around year after year choose the fear
In sorrows quest the follow draws near in desolation filtered through a straw
A sore vex sway to take the time to bow the knee to pray
Some may even insist it ought not be that way yet who are they?

The liberal makes his or her heart fat on the worldly vices with false choices;
~

Through ages past as Abraham had grasped & Moses was exposed
Jesus
We watched on as you were ripped to shreads;
Your tender touch through eraser heads
In vile repute hence the opened door to explore...
Yet the past is the past & now is now
A heart saturated with truth thus in order to withstand the truest test in time
Elapsed fervor,

Bood soaked messenger exposed to the elements;
Jesus
Come into my heart I know I'm a sinner
I ask you to be my Lord & savior;
In Jesus name I pray,
Amen.

Now choose to celebrate your commitment with other believers in the fellowship;
Embrace the cross.
Amen
Offer an invitation to come to a relationship with Jesus.
God's Oracle Dec 2019
The ever consuming defying darkness that envelops my inner mind I know I found a reason to be guided by the Light
Desperation blindness the shades portrayed by an omnious shade of black
I begin to realize am beginning to lose sight
Slowly my consiousness slipping and yet I try to fight
The feelings of impending horror masquerading in the Night
Diabolic Phantoms and the foul creatures that consume Life
A myraid shrouded in myself...image
The Dark Imminent Forces that shape my formless soul for I am still a Celestial Body A part of the Powers of Heaven & Hell inside my Shrine...
I am slowly becoming a Beast an Accursed Temple slowly being consumed by Hollows Of Sloth Wrath Pride Insolence Vanity and Treachery
I have learned to communicate with this Deviants and Spirits and Fallen Angellic Servants that sense and feed of my channeling ports of light & dark energy many occult practices I have performed in my past... for I have a relationship with the Lord Of Hosts but also able to manifest and perform the most primordial evil in it's truest form...I have 2000 Entities working for me with me within and outside me...for they where created thru my will and enslaved by my spiritual might and power of my ability to transfer, communicate, act, manipulate, transfigurate and absorb aura, energy and light and dark alike...Beyond that veil of dreams there is a enormous spiritual realm that I have explored I have stepped and walked among God's presense and I am also allowed and able to walk among the demonic for I fear neither for I have the balance of each spirit. Ashetak, Ahxer,Alleauous...
Beheel,Bruthmok,Balruk...
Cromm,Creaudus,Chem.­..
Devek,Delthamy,Desvez...
Efhor,Eshium,Eljair...
Feigh,Feir,Fog­gothar...
Geth,Gremath,Gashaum...
Helyel,Hydoll,Hosmous...
Ishuk,­Ishtar,Isheke'hek...
Jehok,Jamale,Joshiktar...
Keim,Kellem,Kour..­.
Lous,Lomnk,Lockthall...
Mous,Matreu,Morthor...
Neir,Neus,Nakash­ek...
Opem,Osuth,Oscurym...
Pethel,Pattux,Peom...
Quar,Quimm,Qhof­ar...
Rivum,Rievere,Riuk...
Seiff,Shom,Sha'lahaim...
Teur,Toros,T­em...
Velk,Veshkum,Veaish...
Wam,Wes,Wailth...
Xur,Xirith,Xezur..­.
Zek,Zahar,Zuzu...

Invictum Septum Divinus Algori Forte Irto La Terra
Arteum Sorte Sanctus Deamonus
Ele Dominus Infinitus Capernum ciellis
Temptatium Ode Exertus Creatos
Orde Di A Diaboli Eternum
Ferfeitum Shakath Ambreoise!!!

13th Oracle Of God.

The day shall turn to night and in that
Day even the righteous shall hide from thy Maker.
The Forces I attest to command and be under control of for they use me daily and I use them daily...the way am made to accept my radical calling as a Oracle and Master Of Light & Dark Entities alike.
KV Srikanth Mar 2022
Bottles of Alcohol
Hidden in the house
Beds Cupboards and toilets
Empty spaces becoming crates

Full empty or half filled
Not the optimist pessimist parable
Binge drinking continuous shows
Film without ****** on the roll


State of Alcoholic Coma
After week's of drama
Acts and deeds done
Three sheets to the wind

The abode of evil
Not with the devil
John Barleycorn straight up
Wrong horse galloping downhill

Clock on the wall stopped
Without food for days
Wallets credit limit reached
Beg borrow or steal for the refill

Wake drink sleep repeat
Fight Abuse Beat repeat
Fall injure Bleed repeat
Blackout Blackout Blackout repeat

Respect Esteem sailed away
On the waves of the drinks gulped away
Empty bottles floating along
Reminding  that in society no more belong

Myraid of Mirages
Illusions fuelled hallucinations
Duelling with  brain
Telling you reality is not the same

Delusion creates the fear
Interval between clarity
Yearning for normalcy
Sequential dreams more scary

— The End —