"nefelibata" poems
The people I meet
Seem like forgotten voices
In an old, long dream.
The sunlight on my skin
Seems like the faraway light
Of a ship disappearing at sea.
But the clouds, the clouds float by
Suspended chaos amidst the trees.
'Neath my torn feet, swirling grey and white
The mist has no form; shapeless, like me
If only, if only...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
God I miss him,
I miss the days of old.
I can taste it.
It tasted like a windy summer night.
Where the waxing gibbous moon was radiating;
Lighting up the cloudless night and then reflecting on the surface of my heart.
Where every small movement of he makes
– with his lips, hands and fingers caused ripples.
They were exaggerated in the best way possible.
It tasted like a cold autumn night;
Like the golden, sweet and sticky honey;
drizzled over warm waffles and a hot cup of rose tea.
Where the waxing gibbous moon was glowing;
Glowing through my curtains then onto my mirror,
casting a reflection on my bed.
Where he lies all day,
Waiting for me to return from reality –
to where I truly belong.
Where we waltzed with stars and I slide down the Milky Way
right into his arms.
I am a nefelibata.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Anybody who knows her
Understands she's not like the others
Head in the sky, feet on the ground
Detached when she speaks, cold she sounds,
But her heart is a warm place,
For those she lets in,
The select few see her distant but gleeful grin,
Aware she's different and that's alright,
Because this Nefelibata is always in flight
Head in the sky, feet on the ground
A nefelibata's mind knows no bounds.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
The world is out of balance: koyaanisqatsi!
Numinous, my heart's nemophilist alerted to the danger,
yet presently in rasasavada, espies the solstace moon and cries
in acatalepsy: Mamihlapinatapai with the hunter within...
Should I embrace this smultronställe,
cought in the ostranenie of meliorism,
or drift from this vorfrued to sophresyne;
My only desire is the nurishing erlebnisse of metanoia,
of my dérive towards sehnsucht:
of rasasavada, that I may insulate myself from the Weltanschauung
of modern society, hiraeth to a nefelibata.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Draw a circle around yourself – invite people in or keep them out,
a Single one is creator of its social geometry.
Calculate your volume .. !!
.
When He was a little ..
He found a mask ..
It was made up of all the little things ..
People loved about him ..
He put that on Silently ..
Suddenly ..
People were drawn to him ..
so He decided to keep wearing it ..
It was just a mask they love ..
Now he have been worn that ..
Mask for long ..
at present He grapple to remembering ..
the little things he loved ..
about himself ..
Now the world stares at him & ask why ..
But they won’t find what’s beyond ..
the perfect mask ..
He was Dead and yet to choose ..
to Die ..
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
Those who dream can do anything.
A dream is a place where you can be anything.
You can make up an entire new reality;
A place with no fears and no heart break.
A simple dream can change your entire life.
To sleep on a cloud is to really sleep, to really dream.
I find that all I really love to do is sleep,
I've created an entire dreamland where no one can hurt me.
I am the ruler of a glorious kingdom where I am loved not by all but I am respected by all.
I am the mightiest of them all because I have created this world.
But then when you awake,
Everything gets taken away.
You’re crushed by reality and killed by your fears.
The world is a scary place for those who are weak.
I am weak.
This world is not my kingdom; I am a mere peasant here.
When I make my final slumber, I will never be scared again.
I will sleep among the clouds and never fear myself again.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
Tell me about the world through my dreams... A green meadow blowing on the breeze of your sneeze.
The blue river flows within a see through view.
Tell me of the meaning within my dreaming ... On which side of wanting does the world bleed into.
Both are cruel, and simultaneously in good. When love hurts within transitions into a mission of self deliverance.
Tell me of the world through my dreams... A Nefelibata in nature. Soaring far over head. With clouds of white as my wings. I fly... Until all is lost.
And I awake.
-then-
I
Fall
To
Earth
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
Aquí, junto al mar latino,
digo la verdad:
siento en roca, aceite y vino,
yo mi antigüedad.¡Oh, qué anciano soy, Dios santo,
oh, qué anciano soy!...
¿De dónde viene mi canto?
Y yo, ¿adónde voy?El conocerme a mí mismo
ya me va costando
muchos momentos de abismo
y el cómo y el cuándo...Y esta claridad latina,
¿de qué me sirvió
a la entrada de la mina
del yo y el no yo?...Nefelibata contento,
creo interpretar
las confidencias del viento,
la tierra y el mar...Unas vagas confidencias
del ser y el no ser,
y fragmentos de conciencias
de ahora y de ayer.Como en medio de un desierto
me puse a clamar;
y miré el sol como un muerto
y me eché a llorar.
973
we can always be cosmogyral when you ache
in places i cannot feel
when everything feels like a hurricane
in our cosmos i will steal
anything that will remedy your pain
i will leave this world for you
i will collect every star in this
**** UNIVerse
i will pummel them just before
disintegration and rub them all over
your see-through skin
i will watch you become a galaxy; my galaxy
and realise i dont have enough stardust
i will remain empty.
and you will pirouette endlessly around my
black hole of a heart
each orbit a year,
each dull throb an eternity
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
I am
a soul
bound. Who
sows seeds
of creativity
in order
to grow
a field
of hope
from walking
on clouds...
To the
realm of
dreams, I
walk through!
I see
it, too.
Through a
book which
sews an
adventure with
words and
words need
no wings
for they
can soar
for a
thousand thousand
miles...
For as
far as
the light
can touch.
For as
far as
the air
can reach.
My fingers
paint the
sky red
and blue.
My feet
pave a
bridge of
clouds where
no man
can reach
unless you're
bound like
I am.
Above and
beyond the
purple skies
and the
emerald tides.
Above and
beyond the
Golden Sun
and sense
outrun
Light pierces
shrouds and
feathers descend.
A world
where I
my
will
&n
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Society bares us unknown
We do not conform,
Nor do we yield,
A free spirit,
We trail our dreams
Lost deep into vast wilderness
Time can’t keep up,
Days flew by,
Head in the clouds,
Feet stuck down
Not letting others enter this domain
Peaceful, just the way it is,
They can’t **** us here,
Their piercing words,
Scarred us for life
Reliving on a piece
The words we created,
With such obscenity,
Words cannot be expressed,
Written neatly
We are those who live
Up in the clouds of imagination,
Nubivagant gracefully,
The goal of a cloud walker,
A nefelibata.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
Find me a world of my own
Tell me my story, tell it over the phone
Let the static blur the lines
Between crowded rooms and lonely times
And if the world is looking for me
Tell them I’ll be in the clouds
Finding a place to breathe out loud
Amongst my dreams and all my visions
I will breathe in my own illustrations
So if the world comes looking for me
Tell them the Nefelibata is finally free
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
You were born a cloud chaser,
Why, then do you fear touchdown.
You were born a cloud walker,
Why then do your thoughts,
sometimes, crash and burn ?
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
i lifted the boxes from left to right
counting all the contents
my mind drifting far away from the clothes on my back
i was with you sometimes
smiling through the daily routines i was bound to
i knew i had found a life in yours
a substance i wasn’t familiar with
you are the first
a question so alive in my memories eyes i had believed it a myth
it seemed a whole life
or the years i could call these walking the Earth
i had been a lone solider
noticing sentiments in the way you spoke
my reflection in your eyes
as my body con caved from those words
i knew it was real
an elixir pulsing through my veins
you could feel it
leaking out of my heart
into yours
i always knew i would
lost in learning
i had to make myself believe
i didn’t need it
or want it
because i knew
it was the essence
the missing piece well hidden from plain site
you are my first
if you have to leave i trust you
i can believe you’re there in my heart
but you will and will never be mine
you are the Earths
and the lights
a fellow nefelibata
a solider sometimes holding my hand
this ride could take us anywhere
i don’t mind
you are my first
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
Word of the day - NEFELIBATA
Meaning - cloud walker, one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination
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She was such a woman,
not just a woman though
she was a prodigy.
She made her own rules
and she made her own paths.
Her middle finger
was always high
in the sky
for the people
who carried prejudices
against her.
She waved them all,
a goodbye,
because suddenly
one day
she decided to
just leave
the misconceptions
and allegations
of the society
behind her.
Rock bottom
or cotton candy
she handles both.
She was one fierce woman
who worked
just for herself.
She had compassion
but she left it behind too.
Ferociousness was her.
Wherever she went,
she passed on her teachings
of how to care
but for yourself.
She lived in her own world,
maybe it was full of rainbows and unicorns
or
maybe it was filled with blazing guns and people running for their lives,
either way, she managed to pull a smile through it all.
She was her own master.
She was her own maker.
She was a woman, a prodigy.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC