"nonphysical" poems
Tissue Paper Snowflakes
like tissue paper snowflakes i
break easily
i
get caught up in notions of things like love
and days like tomorrow
and promises like tattoos dyed into the skin of lovers
stuck in memories like first dates and love notes and make up ***
like tissue paper snowflakes you
are unique
you
are one of a kind.
in kindergarten they told me no two snowflakes are the same
even though probabilistically speaking
you are almost guaranteed to have a twin.
like tissue paper snowflakes you
want to be cold
you
want to be but don’t have the strength.
you could not support the weight
that is frozen water
that is imperviousness to nonphysical things
like longing and sorrow and elation
and things unlike make up ***
like tissue paper snowflakes i
am deceptively fragile
i tear
from things that are crushing
like dreams
and lies
and arms wrapped tightly.
i weaken from over use,
i ignite from things that overheat
like cigarettes
and us.
like tissue paper snowflakes we
are from one sheet
we
once bled together
our crooked edges match to form
straight lines.
like tissue paper snowflakes we
found beauty in ordinary roots
we
created texture from flatness
and
complexity from things that were not complex
and
like tissue paper snowflakes
we are weakened only by our own accord.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 10:34 AM UTC
Free me of myself, you beast
You claim to know the code of my soul
A shady offer, cheap date, and an instantly lowered self respect
I want to wash them away; your words
They cover me, come to me, creating unrest in my once certain soul
In these moments of nonphysical ****
I hate you.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:13 AM UTC
Define a modern day criminal
While hypocritical political beings run our land
Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof
With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth
Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical
But we don’t dream
We don’t wish
And we fear
Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals
Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts
That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental
Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind
Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds
But we take the beatings
We’re let down
And we disappoint
An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental
Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles
The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain
A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance
Unconditional love and fundamental care
But we take for granted
We’re selfish
And we fail
An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare
Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant
Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe
Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants
Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so
hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental.
Jonathan Pizarro
Copyright 2011 ©
March 7th, 2011 5:42am
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC
☆♢☆♢☆
Existential awareness
surrounds her being.
Emanating light in
the most magical of ways.
Lythe and lissome,
filled with the essence of Love.
Her smile settles in as a
wave into sand.
The embrace is filled with
compassion and mercy,
touching and dear...
One is blessed by energy received.
Our "I dream of" joyously present.
"Your wish is my pleasure" Genie,
reveals wisdom of
the Ancient ones.
A divine vessel of Being
Words of clarity, knowledge and
understanding, eminating
from a place of otherworld divinity
Her voice is an instrument of
Celestial Beings. A mistress to the
Heavens, She blesses us
with each communication shared.
Grateful for her miracle of
Manna (Mana) We are gifted by
the gentleness with
which she shows the way...
☆♢☆♢☆
☆Jeannie is a Channeler☆
(CHANNELER. : a person who
conveys thoughts or energy from
a source believed to be outside the
person's body or conscious mind;
specifically: one who speaks
for nonphysical beings or spirits.)
(MANNA: the power of the
elemental forces of nature
embodied in an object or person).
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
Define a modern day criminal
While hypocritical political beings run our land
Living in a critical pitiful painful physical caving roof
With a senseless empirical prototypical lost truth
Indivisible people with inimical minds destroy the parasitical
But we don’t dream
We don’t wish
And we fear
Impermissible values atypical to the nonphysical morals
Incorporated with subliminal messages conveying hypercritical cynical thoughts
That create a clinical stereotypical that cousins the excremental
Archetypical of hatred and malice of our digital kind
Visible scars traditional to the mental demons in our minds
But we take the beatings
We’re let down
And we disappoint
An occipital which lacks visual of the coincidental
Leading to a sentimental moment where the only desires are miracles
The minimal heart becomes gentle and suffers pain
A pain in the temple far from accidental that can offer supplemental guidance
Unconditional love and fundamental care
But we take for granted
We’re selfish
And we fail
An oriental vibe in the beat box’s instrumental welfare
Which adorns the continental flesh like a spring ornamental plant
Judgmental is the incidental human race, the municipal force of the universe
Oppose the parental control against the environmental curiosity of our infants
Because unlike rental we can’t take back our wagon of mishaps in a world so
hypocritical, cynical, stereotypical, digital, and just mental.
Jonathan Pizarro
Copyright 2011 ©
March 7th, 2011 5:42am
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 12:19 AM UTC
How can you say consciousness ends in a hearse?
Physicality is the limit? You claim to know life's worth?
Do you not understand the magnitude of our existence?
How can you justify your mind as a natural coincidence?
Enough with the interrogation. Let me explain.
Matter cannot create matter- an irrefutable claim.
If the Big Bang occurred, it only set matter in motion,
Like the ripples made when a stone's thrown at the ocean.
It is impossible to argue that ripples cannot exist.
Only an ignorant fool would try to dismiss this.
My next statement is undeniable if you trust Physics' laws:
The Big Bang had to be a reaction of some kind of cause.
Matter cannot create matter, so the cause must be nonphysical.
Until you can create matter, your arguments will always be dismal.
I am not religious, but I can't disprove a religion's validity.
However, you must realize your beliefs do not agree with nature logically.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
Unnecessary work of art;
Cursed to write down my heart,
Most of the time, life's hard.
Nonphysical ******* charmed:
I harm, I harm
(Me).
Unnecessary emotion
Eternal confusion
Darkness and light fusion
No reality, just perception
Used up 'till done
(Me).
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC
Not all wars are fought in other worlds
Some are fought at home, in relation, even within ourselves
We carry weapons but they’re not man made
neither are they visible nor physical
Instead of bullets we shoot words. Instead of knives we stab with betrayal
Instead of dropping bombs we exploit secrets. Instead of bullet proof jackets we build walls but those walls tend to fall.
The depressed are the wounded, the heartbroken are the casualties and those who shed tears are defeated in battle.
We’re not fully armored, we’re not prepared for this. In the front lines we must stand. Forgiveness can’t win this war
We may fight these battles alone but we fight our wars together
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
"Don't go," I beg yet again.
"Do you want me to stay?" you ask, and I'm really quite confused as to how you aren't seeing that every single action of mine is pleading with you to stay with me tonight. I need you, need you to show me you love me in the most nonphysical and physical ways both, and at the same time I need you to understand all of that without me having to come right out and ask for it. I'm not trying to play mind games. Not at all. I need you, need you in the purest, rawest sense of the word. Yet no matter how many signals I put out they all slip past you. And after you leave, I lie there and cry to myself. Completely alone.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The Cosmic,
the cosmos,
the universe,
the galaxy,
the whole earth,
the world,
within and without,
even beneath,
all of them bear witness
of your coming,
of your existence,
of your purpose,
your destiny is shaped,
your path ordered,
predestinated to rule,
configured to win.
You are not of the earth,
for you are born of God,
alien in the world,
resident in the earth,
the spirit man,
with heaven within.
The firmament,
and all that composes planet earth, water,air,flora,fauna, soil, people,
human creations,
is needed to be in harmonium,
live in harmony, respect, love,
and oneness.
We must connect lovingly to mother earth,
all living creatures,
human and nonhuman,
physical and nonphysical,
intelligent or without intelligence,
containing a soul or not housing a soul.
We must respect the planet earth,
the water, the trees, the air, the animals,
and other humans.
We are all of,
and from,
the same source.
Just for today,
Be at peace.
©20189 Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
In the ****** life
The one here on Earth
The one we're all graced with
By choice
At birth
It's the little victories
That may keep one sane
Without quitting or leaving prematurely
This ****** up game
But a game it's not
This life is real
Stamped and approved
With a golden seal...
For we've all made a deal
To learn and grow
To gain a knowledge much deeper
Than we ever have known
Smile at the small stuff
Don't sweat the big stuff
It'll only add more
To a life of enough...
Unnecessary ********
And pointless torment
Turning active Volcanos
That once had laid dormant
Perpetuating misery
Frowns and tears unneeded
Don't question the harvest
When it's known what's been seeded
Nonphysical forces
Keep the ball rolling...
I'll take my small victories
With a smile...
And keep on strolling......
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
in a rather more living language
form frames function, I think we,
should we agree,
may make waves or points proving
science is good.
Clipped from: http://www.thenewatlantis.com/publications/the-unbearable-wholeness-of-beings
If you try to describe the living processes of the cell
in a rather more
living language
than is typically found
in the literature of molecular biology —
if you resort to a language
reflecting the artfulness and grace,
the well-coordinated rhythms,
and the striking choreography
of phenomena such as
gene expression,
signaling cascades, and
mitotic cell division —
you will almost
certainly
hear mutterings
about your flirtation with
“spooky, mysterious, nonphysical forces.”
You can expect to hear yourself labeled a “mystic” or —
there is hardly any viler epithet within biology today — a “vitalist.”
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC