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The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing --
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history --

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Wolf Towne Jan 2018
Tonight, laughing faces fill the beach
Celebration and champagne fill the air
And a ceiling of clouds hangs over their heads
Natural flame scattered along pulls groups forth

And as the flames licked the faces with an orange glow
Mid night approached
The crashing of waves vibrated below tones inspiring dance
Alcohol and smoke electrified the crowds
Energizing an early morning

And a profound moment
I sit and watch a gentle soul **** a circle of candles
Soft flames danced about the ring
Praying softly to the heavens the woman drew in the sand
And overhead a hole is punched through the lofty blanket
As it passes, pinholes of light begin to open across the night sky
And as the year wanes a full moon is revealed in all its glory
Illuminating our stretch of sand with is pale gaze
The Great White Mage collected her lights and disappeared

And this experience
Reminds me of a spirit so pure
And so dear to me
Of my love for her
And her otherworldliness
Of her teachings
And her wisdom

Two-thousand seventeen comes to conclusion
A cheer erupts from the fires and we shoot it towards the sky
And the moon returns to its slumber
The new year is welcomed with dance and laughter

This morning we celebrate our achievements of the previous year
And the opportunities presented to us all
We are thankful for moments that aroused growth
And give love to the people we care most about
The glee is immortal, and the fires never fade
Until the light of the flames are weakened by the rising sun
Marking the beginning of a chapter
Written by each of us
This is a true story, I wrote it I observed the year change on the beach.
kippi Jan 2019
you fell in love with an alien
you comment on my
otherworldliness
how i make you feel things
no human could do

well you, my love
you aren’t of this world either
but the difference between us
is that
you’re an angel
but
i don’t belong in heaven

i belong on mars
but i love you with all the otherworldliness i can offer.
jeffrey robin Nov 2014
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Breezes

Thru the woods before false stories came

Before the wars

Before untrue lovers lay in these fields
And polluted the soil



Before politicians came with their speeches
And befouled the air

Before the Sacredness was stolen
And replaced with /// Heaven



Your lovely body

In the sunlight !

Rising from the River

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We countenanced eternity with only faith
And received together
Our True Names

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Free

Bearers of the Holy Standards

We of the pure tribal unity

Mankind

Otherworldliness

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We live here

We are here forever

We rise and gather

We seperate



Come

Dear humanity

Come and find us

In your hearts

As they too aspire

For perfection

And sanctity
Grace E Jan 17
There are times I feel
I am more phoenix than woman
More a symbol than human
My otherworldliness escaping from my pours
Ash and fire blazing in my eyes

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