"perpetuality" poems
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*You need the kind of real that in its utter realness..
becomes a living form of fantasy
Something so real that it spells out the word*
"Unreal"
*in everything that it does and says..
A reality that is in perpetuality,
a forever-living fantasy
There is a condition of the heart, mind and spirit,
that is truly able to do that.
Nothing is lost within the process;
And everything there ever was within it..
becomes its own beautiful form of Gain*
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Jan 27, 2024
Jan 27, 2024 at 7:43 PM UTC
The reason on this trip we came
was to forget about superficial dames
chasing money and fame
Our senses piercing through the veils of reality
stuck in a vortex of time and perpetuality
questioning the true nature of reality.
Seeing things for more than what they seem
like how rain resembles life’s intricate themes
and our union, God’s great schemes
Forget the scientific name
and what love looks like conventionally
for LSD means love, serendipity, and dreams
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC
It is there,
Under the splendid sun unweathered,
The moon lights Kindle and rekindle,
Under the stars stuck in repentance,
Unlike their perpetuality,
It is there,
The urge to redraw myself,
Into the reflection of others perfection,
To be spun in accordance to what lies,
behind those shallow eyes,
My complexity beyond compare,
Not sincere,
Am I the art or the painter?
Because I destroy myself so beautifully,
A symphony sung and unsung all at once,
Broken cords that heal themselves whole.
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 12:28 PM UTC
Here it rains,
and the drops runs through the heart,
makes it cool and chills through the veins,
It touches your eye lashes and your lips,
makes it wet and a glimpse of kiss perfect,
the drops touches your body and makes it more beautiful,
from the inner perpetuality there comes an essence,
an essence of love which unites two soul and hearts,
sparks the love and lets it flow,
revives and connects with a touch of inner glow.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 10:28 AM UTC
The glistening glare of dawn,
Dampens my view,
My eyes are all blurry,
Yet I seem to see it all.
The hollow shell that I am,
Fondled with the color of dawn,
Seem to find myself yet again,
The perpetuality of dawn,
And its evenness,
Makes me jealous and nonchalant,
Yet I seem to sense nought.
I find myself thinking yet again,
All these moments are irreproducible.
I wonder when I said this before
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
head bound with desire to pop
end it all or show everyone
what they're missing out
the feeling of perpetuality
bubbling until I cease to have the strength to
pull myself out of the hole again
existentialism
clawing
with relentless intent
to handicap my well being
it asks me what for
why wouldnt you just show yourself the door
and let it all unfurl
no no no
you must wait for the great
when you focus
you chose this
you know what has to be done
if you force yourself to do something enough eventually you'll start doing it
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC