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Jamie King Mar 2015
My life is foretold in every crevice of this universe,
in serene seas, and swaying sands,
in scorching degrees and holding hands,
with a lover in my longing arms,
fires raging, and yet i am sheltered from harm.
and throughout my journeys,
it is my deepest desire,
to ignite and set my ambitions on fire,
in the midst of euphoric dreaming,
with my lover on this late summer's evening.
and i shall be at one with the stars,
and my doors in life shall forever remain ajar.

Walk into this space it is endless
sublime congruence with the heavens
open is the third eye looking directly at abyss
i feel a divine hint on my skin
as if it were a celestial kiss
there is no need to travel in doubt
it is written across the evening canvas
open the gates of exotic awareness


It is writhing, it is gifting, entrusting me, and quaking,
yet I, within mine, remain still.
Fore be it told, and beneath footless form, it's subversive,
yet, I dance a sure tango, uphill.
I must be sure, so sure not to mind lone notches and disparity,
as crevices, you see, they arch to transverse.
Fearing but forging the depths of what is migration, we say,
from this hallowed tangle be my rise, my verse.

I’m floundering, I grant, when I think I hold discovery,
so, I tug at the rein of imprint and plan.
It is here my beloved reliance, my precious doubtless tread
is afforded the fair crossing of Pan.
So, although it contests and chides and outreaches,
I am in love and as love, an apprentice.
A conquest won, no never, but here, a concession, a regard-
I am, with no poet’s journey, amiss.**

Lilting ebulliently in ineffable fields of ecstasy.
Mellifluous waves, in life's voyage,
inure us to pulchritude paths, refined by old age.
Multifarious, nascent jubilant days, swaying in paint,
array the way as we sail away.
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1 Aesha Nisar
2 Dawn King
3,4 Gwyn
5 Jamie King
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The legion of mine zeal for thee
Outreaches unknown boundaries,
No barbed wire to holdeth me back
Just a ( I loveth thee to mine mami) (  to mine love)
And a ( I needeth thee now) oh papi ( from mine love)!!!!
From the one I sit on hold....
Slang we shalt speaketh as peasants
But ourn amare richer than most,
To guide her by mine allegiance
To bathe with her in comet lighting toast...
Her jazzy sensual patois
To pleat me in mine king throne bassinet,
The queen to taketh mine angst
And lie me in a dream I canst forget.
She whispers deeply secrets
As mine ears perk in excite,
Her eyes burn voluptuous through mine
She comforts me at night!!!!!
I canst never tread off
From the only familiar ***** rose,
I've toldeth thee all long ago
We were past life amour's of long beginning show.
The asteroids we used as projection
To maketh ourn way here,
Yet now the earth's ending
We must return to infinate angel years...
Ourn Chronograph's don't telleth Pace's
Only ourn soul's affection for eachother,
As a monarch of the Luna atmosphere she is
Twas I was sent here to bring her back into her home
Mine arms.....
Mine eyes
Mine mind
Mine soul
Mine spirit......

Wherein she already knoweth she belongs!!!!
As tis
She was mine
Long before she ever kneweth it..
winter Mar 2019
god do i think i love her
lord do i want to hold her
feel everything that makes her so bold
striking and evil and red
where now she is so keenly radiating
a powerful and tiny joy
before she was so sharp
so dark
years crawl beneath primeval distances
still her scent remains prominent
i was eleven years old when i first saw her
a flower in her hair, a buttoned blouse
i sketched her every day
enigmatic attire
she adored
two years pass and i am in her basement
2am, face painted white and red
we watch Moulin Rouge
and we talk of moons and suns
and in the morning i use her shower
for the day, i would have her scent

she is deeply gone and will i remember
her gracious form
and flirtatious laughter
her glasses and her tap shoes
and her will
a girl who outreaches her own arms
she is soaring today
mythological in word
in her voice
in her skin
in her black nail polish and biker rings
in everything
that everyone hated her for doing

in her
Chitransh Gaurav May 2018
She is caressed and tickled faintly
Moves her limbs swiftly against its currents
Seeks to fend off the darkness that surrounds
But is too uncaring to pay heed

Pay heed to those floating by
Disturbing their reveries
Dreams they dream with their eyes wide open
Gazing at the stars, the skies pitch black
For their dreams to realize
They pray to the stars falling
To holy spirits, to Zeus in the gauzy haze
Ignoring her as she drowns

Wishing with lust for glitters and gold
They float all over all around
Blocking the shimmering moonlight
The miniscule ray of hope that she had
Worse, she got vertigo
The waters wash away with whirlpools
In effervescence all bonds that existed
Now withered and weak
The water of totality
Incorporeal, incorporating totality
With mediocre attempts
Barely chafing composure of the surfers
Surfers in trance, penancing after their dreams
Somnolent and drooling in lullaby
Unmindful of the drowning damsel
She is about to succumb

A drunk sailor passes by
Intoxicated in psychedelics, tipsy
With languid gait and slow movements
The world melting before him
With eyes closed he sees the unseen
Vivid serene sceneries and warping visuals
That you and I call hallucinations
Purple, pink and scarlet with spirals
And other ineffable amorphous shapes
For his senses are hindered
That he outreaches for help, that’d cost
Cost him his own dreams and adventures
Dreams to cover the seven seas
With eleven bottles of ***

A downhaul he extends for her
All he sees is a beautiful woman in pain
All he assumes is a paragon of virtue
A company to fill in his solitude
He helps her aboard.
Appalled by apathy of the world
She impels him out of his boat
And treads on alone
To conquer the world
A world of despair

Somewhere among the dreamers
Floating on their surfboards
The bored pirate sees it all
In ephermal tranquillity
For him, “All the world’s a stage”
Innate truths of the world are clear
Thus he just observes from a distance
Like an all seeing eye of the illuminati
And he doesn’t dream
Anymore.
the blonde poet Feb 2015
The universe is the biggest thing in existence. There is nothing past it, it is the single grouping of everything. Hence the name UNIverse. But us humans, that not good enough for us. Oh no of course not. Us humans that are made of the same particles all across the universe decided that we are the centers of our own, self proclaimed universes. In reality we are simply bits of universe with feelings, rotating on universe crumbs, revolving around one of the universes many ***** of flaming gas, all spinning in a swirl of star dust, and all that expanding towards but never reaching the outreaches of the ever growing universe. We are truly dust in the wind, simply with love in our hearts.
Theresa M Rose Aug 2022
In silence, hurt and pain own an echo.

Eyes burn,
... salty water

Teardrops glide,
They seek surrender.

Alone, a soft welcoming kiss,

The night's soft breeze.

Memories of you
... fill my mind.

Silence.

Like twilight, fills the dark night sky

To sooth these, long, many years.

Emptiness yearns there to be more

... More than the vast night sky.

The darkness of night
Becomes a stillness

Silence, yearns to be known

Known beyond any words reach...

To feel...

To be...
Heard

To be...
with you

This sound between
...every beat within my *****,

...overwhelms me.

No other sound could be
So loud,

so ... piercing

Sharp,

It's as a knife's blade
upon yielding desire

Beating,

... beating

... to reach,

You.

Silence fills all
Until there's no more space

... For a breath to be found.

If only... time could be
...as still.

Echos would not hurt
Silence, the absence

A gasp grows

Silence outreaches
substance.

The night air moves,

It's, it is a breeze?!

A soft kiss..., from beyond silence

It's...

You.
need an English **** for first line, is it, own or owns for hurt and pain own theirs' separately
wordvango Sep 2017
come with me to the outreaches of drizzle
the upper branches of the tallest oak tree
look down wondering
is this, this
all there is
might there be a sizzle more somewhere
holier
one branch or twig that can make me whole
make me freer
thunder that clasps
louder the trunks the ground the breeze
enlivened , one thing to make me see
heaven perchance here,
on earth?
Shall I climb the volcano
swim the widest breach
jump broomsticks
searching
or
just touch another?
Satsih Verma May 2023
It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?

Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.

The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?
Onoma Dec 2023
foggy wavelets of Bernini's

marble cloth, drape over an LED

street light's pyramidion.

whose diffuse base softens its

street level aftermath.

foreshortened--

charcoal stick tree limbs, drafted

to their particular & conclusive

outreaches.

protruding through artificial light--

as if by the overworked frictious

of fingertips.
Satsih Verma May 2023
It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?

Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.

The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?
Robert C Ellis Dec 2021
The first chore of consciousness is to
remember that it is darkness,
and that some of that darkness is bone.  
Its these molecules that grew tired from all the fuss of Gravity
and slowed,
and built a circular cathrdral and
from it cast long outreaches ******* more
but its not enough so there is skin, sailed between
and catching breath for the movement dreamed.
John Prophet Nov 2020
Swords
crossed.
Shields
raised.
Battle
engaged.
Back and
forth.
Parry and
******.
Warriors
intense.
Swords
flailing
looking
for blood.
Shields
held high.
Dare not
sweat.
Weakness.
Hold strong.
Furious
engagement.
Epic,
all out
carnage.
Outcome
uncertain,
in doubt.
Gladiators.
Bloodied
yet unbeaten.
Battle
rages on.
Pounding.
Gaining leverage.
Pounding
with the
sword.
Knees
buckle.
Warrior
collapses,
head bowed.
Victory!
Negotiations
complete.
Hand outreaches
ordeal overcome.
Modernities
Gladiators!
Check signed.
Taking
the keys,
driving home
a success.

— The End —