"pineal" poems - Hello Poetry

electromagnetically feelings occur, responsive to going ons, pineal gland awakens the senses. and almost every woman has heard it "you're so emotional." so electromagnetically aware and we don't remember this, now, the womb, the beat maker, she tunes the energy of the babe. mothers wave of waves fractionally lay a deep foundation of the babes waves. I tell my children if they can't find me to look in their hearts I reside there… my rhythm, my beat, my heat lives on. my womb charged that spark that started the parting of molecules fractionally creating its imagine time and time again, (as we do) until, begin again, a new life. rest your head upon my chest child for a recharge. in our civilized world we send mothers to work in a make believe cycle of need. babes heart searches for mamas tone she only cries short cautious of overspent energy first dose of sickness. and EVERY woman has heard it… "you're so emotional" notably more so during some part of her moon cycle. so obviously the moon is more electromagnetic than we guess. and women are more emotional because we are the heart of the species. we co-create the heart of the species. we require the emotional antenna to summon the essence of the heart. we didn't come from a rib… our ribs vibrate the harmony of life through our time! our hearts beat the pulse of the sun and the dark side of the moon and infinity. we are electromagnetically inclined to emotions. systematically processing the energy of existence. perhaps the first title I will accept a claim upon my being, the feminine sensitive.

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC

Seherseven

feminine sensitive

electromagnetically feelings occur, responsive to going ons, pineal gland awakens the senses. and almost every woman has heard it "you're so emotional." so electromagnetically aware and we don't remember this, now, the womb, the beat maker, she tunes the energy of the babe. mothers wave of waves fractionally lay a deep foundation of the babes waves. I tell my children if they can't find me to look in their hearts I reside there… my rhythm, my beat, my heat lives on. my womb charged that spark that started the parting of molecules fractionally creating its imagine time and time again, (as we do) until, begin again, a new life. rest your head upon my chest child for a recharge. in our civilized world we send mothers to work in a make believe cycle of need. babes heart searches for mamas tone she only cries short cautious of overspent energy first dose of sickness. and EVERY woman has heard it… "you're so emotional" notably more so during some part of her moon cycle. so obviously the moon is more electromagnetic than we guess. and women are more emotional because we are the heart of the species. we co-create the heart of the species. we require the emotional antenna to summon the essence of the heart. we didn't come from a rib… our ribs vibrate the harmony of life through our time! our hearts beat the pulse of the sun and the dark side of the moon and infinity. we are electromagnetically inclined to emotions. systematically processing the energy of existence. perhaps the first title I will accept a claim upon my being, the feminine sensitive.