"philo" poems
My problem
isn't with the philo-
sophical side,
but lies more
in the how
and the when and
the courage
required.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
So, what is a
Phonophilosomancer:
A word that evolved over time
from within my mind as a whim
to the associations I now have established within it's earthly form,
namely a word:
"Phonophilosomancy"
First it was "Phonomancer", a conjurer of sound, vis-a-vis music;
an embellished way of saying "Musician".
Then "philosopher" came into the mix;
but to incorporate this aspect of my mind
I incorporated into "Phonomancer" the Greek prefix "Philo-", meaning knowledge
and so, "Phonophilosomancer" came to be the term
I like to use to describe my creative, spiritual and philosophical tendencies.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
Every one who has ever felt
has a philosophy on Love
I believe no one ever really knows what Love is
Its an odd affection that consumes all
There are so many kinds of Love
mad love, hateful love, sad love, happy love
Whose ever to understand what is really Love is
I don't think most ever will...
Nor do I believe most should
Love is for the feelers
Love is for the writers and the artists and photographers
For people who constantly want to capture what they feel
Everyone deserves Love
But what people call True Love
Is reserved for those who mull over
Every look, the touches, the smells, the lighting
Words, sentences, gasps, and moans
What everyone feels is different
And that is beautiful
But those who feel the most deeply
Are those who choose to feel everything
Those who aren't afraid to feel
They want everyone to feel their Saturday mornings
Filled with white light
Resplendent but chilly
Intimate filled with fluffy pillows and blankets
Making coffee and eggs
They want everyone to know that's how the feel Love
That Love is in their everyday
But what they want to explain even more
Is the One time Love they feel
Whether its still theirs or not.
Because it is worth it
That's the real difference between Love and what everyone calls Love
When its felt so deeply
Everyone needs to know
Even when it isn't there
Because it will not happen again
But it made you love everything else, that much more
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
*
*Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO
Our life shall pass through
We will be blessed
For the LOVE, For the LOVE
That has happened between us
Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO
We've richly occupied
The space within each other
We've built the castle of LOVE
The heavens divine
A world without identities
A life without boundaries
Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO
Our worlds collided
Like the two milky-ways
Drifting into each other
Into the Black-Hole of LOVE
To be united into ONE
To dissipate all that was TWO
Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO
Our LOVE is legendary
It can never be mistaken
For anything else but a FABLE
A Philo-poetic proverbial lore
A Shakespearean montage of
"Romeo - Zuliet"
A Nizami fresco of
"Layla-Majnun"
Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO
Even if they pursue
Our separation
Even if they crusade
Our prosecution
Even if they engage
In our crucifixion
They can't even come near
To touch and degrade us
In the end, they will fall
And reckon our LOVE
Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO
Those who attempts
To distance LOVERz
Will beget Karma's curse
The generations will burn
The oceans will dry up
The mountains will sink
The earth will afire
The sky will bleed
And the SUN will fall
Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO*
*
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
Philo—
not enough
too much
of jaded edges
too much
of glass shards
too much
light
not enough
to heal
Statues are worn
by the scorn
of heavens
Philo—
The look in his eyes
Philo—
Every time he laughs
Philo—
The sunlight blinds
my broken eyes
Philo—
There is no right side
in a war
Philo—
Only pain
and peace
and fear
Philo—
The deadliest wars
aren't fought
in battlefields
Philo—
Everyone
Everything
hurts
Philo—
His absence.
His silence.
His.
His.
His—
Phobia.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
I am a believer of phantoms and all things undead
I am a skeptic of thoughts on a wire through my head
Fate balances on this tightrope and does dances and screams
and it seems it can only slice at my seams
So as I walk across this planet and stare at the moon
I am a believer of all that is happening too soon.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
Sometimes three words
Can put your heart in flames
Sometimes the same three words
Can break it just the same
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 3:16 PM UTC
"Wear clothes". Of course I know cats and speeds. I'm sure this is my child. In addition, "My Mom and I" are the last day. Children are located in Africa, Germany, Italy and Italy, including birds, flies, ships, ships, Europe, Germany and Rica. He struck him. Children, dogs and sports are dangerous. Sea, ACI, Jung, Balance, PSA children (ACI, Jung, FSA balance). Please send your parents ... "Kenyan, my son, little boy, outside." Europe in Europe Robert Roberts Stolica is the world's largest city. 10 Robots, Robert Roberts, Bob 500, Casio, So Burn Soto, Italian Bean Vifef Philo of Lincoln, 100, Italy Sicily Sicily Kenya 100100 bottles; OXXO VINDOO 10, and Cicero, in 1996, wanted 200,000 miles to his father's computer network. Spank's painting of Spankskaya Octavil of European Spank is 200 and 4 Evolution models. (USA); Over 100 countries, including 60% of Kenya and Kenya. Italy. Hendrik, pigs, media, tobacco, Tanzania, children and diseases. Tisma October 12, October 10, 200 - 200 - Mark Roberts and Bob Robert - In 1996 two pigs, 1000 songs, six Italians, S 200, and others. 4 English is a must-have camera. But 100 percent, Canada and Australia are four dimensions and three dimensions. 1 2: Black, 6, 20, black, scared. Under the Canadian virus, **** and Verenighe are 200 liters of the Stepteni. Clean ******* and ******* Fourth, our brothers and sisters are celebrating the 500th anniversary of the exaltation of the 100th anniversary of the 100th anniversary of Brazil's Robert Field at Brazil's 100th forests in Italy, Australia, Kenya, Eritrei, Fruit, Australia, Kenya, Eritrea and 100 forests. December 12. 10. Emotions are controlled. George, George. Store your clothing and ask for feedback. Beware of health, cats and makeup. I am a young man. In addition, "my mother, my name" is the last resort of the city. The fingers beat the fingers, legs and bridges. Children and others can see that George, Europe, Ukraine, especially Skoriop Moscow, Germany, Italy, Italy, Africa and young people. He said that the government of Canada is honored. 161 ******* and more. Not important. Kids know (ACI, Jung, Balance, FSA). Animals, dogs and toys are dangerous. Complain to parents, but ... we will not do it. "Kenny is our son, but we cannot see the Right Way West.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
sensitivity, despair, weakness
timidity, internal terror, freakness
love, pain, philo Sophia, meekness
agonia
don’t know whya
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
What if wisdom, the thing, the being imaged
in the word
Sophia,
philo sophia, in a meme re maining, to this very day,
as true a depictical actual form, as lovable
as any, though
the thousand ******* of Artemis, that image...
Ask how many Dr. Spock Pablum fed boys,
would that image have cured from
mammary ******* sensory deprivation syn
drome, trap for lost boys,
never wishing fully formed in Michael Jackson, eh?
The Peter principle,
rise to the level of one's
incompetence and **** ****
and consume enough food for all Artemisis
famishished little lies, calling
more, more, more
Narrow AI, lust response,
so artfully inspired by Eddy Bernays,
and the silver screen's seductive radio voices,
Eddy,
you know, the Madison Avenue behabiourilist,
Freud's nephew... he cited Watson, the
one before the one
with Crick. Jimenee, we have been Disnified... if
I'd known
sooner, I'd have left your cake out in the rain...
so it melts, like the wicked witch of the west, or
east, I lost my bearings
who is asking what of whom,
am I involved in evolving your synaptic gaps?
We did entangle, in a sense. You are dear reader,
in the book of life with my name in it. Not on, in.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Unforgotten
Pungent scent of
Meager paramours' thick toman
Unexplainable
How woman
Is obnoxious loving noble
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
By my side
Be
Pray unwind
Me
Loosen the grip of your fists
I can hardly breathe
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
There's a thing
A precious gold
White as cotton in the summer
There's a thing
A perfect curve
On a face of pale marble
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 2:14 PM UTC