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Jesse stillwater Jul 2018
the Silence became
like an old lesson learned

a broken heart intones
a voiceless song
resonating a refrain of Silent echoes
in a voice that never heard a word
yet spoke so clearly ... lingering
in realms of subtle ambiance

soundless remnants
stacked neatly as
building blocks;  
another brick in a wall,
already too tall to see beyond—
growing like a bunker
without a sense of safe harbor

as the Silence became
time and space,
a stillness beset the melancholy air
as if a world without song
foreboding an unpredictable storm
beget vestiges of broken windfall,
reticent leftovers hushed after a gale

s i l e n t l y

an acorn fallen  — became a mighty Oak

a wind-broke twig — became a weeping willow

a neglected child — became mother nature's son

the Silence became
        a blind prophet —
in its voice held forth
smatterings of truth
and undertones of an unrequited
fool’s hope

the Silence became
a strong, abrupt rush of wind
uttering voiceless exhalations of breath;
a hovering dawn mist
    befallen after a summer storm—
surrounding all in all
bedewed in a feigned peace


... the unabated sounds of silence
become


Jesse Stillwater ... July 20th, 2018
Thank you or reading —
Egeria Litha Jan 2015
Being psychically attacked
By my twin flame
Until we are resonating
At the same frequency
Dissonance will arrive
Polarizing our soul
This knife in the back
Is driving me insane
A lovely release
Is the only cure
To make it go away
No eye contact and
A detached embrace
Got the hell out of his place
Feeling his solar plexus
From miles away
Let the mind become silent
And listen to what the heart
Has to say
Promise you
It's better this way
Time and space
Heal the path
For new love awaits
The beautiful fact about
The universe
Is that we have endless chances
To rectify what is dead in ourselves
What is alive in our dreams
What sets us on fire
What fills our cups
And plants our feet
What we want to breathe
desire for my beloved
Is not held in worry
If not in this life,
Then another
To start again from the beginning
But we will always remember
DivineDao Apr 2016
The divine soul you are ~
My bitter ~ sweet poet

Of forms and essences born ~
wonderful worlds and words
lover

I can see that resonating ~
Within You
With beauty

Within your noble spirit ~
your kindest emotions

Perpetually
Aspiring to
Maintain

True to your Self ~
True for others

Even when we ~ don't have a clue
How to lead our lives in this utmost

Sincerity
Serenity

Embracing the
Genuine
Joy

To think and act
In accordance
To your

Immortal
Shy and courageous ~
Inward intimate voice
And see beyond

The fragile human sins ~

And love with the wisdom of your wonderful heart
With humble gratitude and Love,
~ I ~
Dedicate this poem to one very special Poet, here on the Hello Poetry. . .
Thank You!
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False Poets Feb 2018
there is no value in a poem that reads
_____
_____
____­
M M l i f e s u c k s x x x n o p o e m i g o t

just

nerve; crap bs, a denial of craft

seek the intelligent intelligible,
kiss the sensational thrill that
emotion harvests with resonating tenses
that beg our brains to differ, sense

this claims,
there is no value in no words is
a hoax cloaked as art by the weak,
make thy metaphors metastasize,
my every cell, a preposition,
preposterous and precious and
comforting in their
privations and provocations

speak to us in alpha and
line our eyes wide,
with pictures at an exhibition
of a faun immobile and beauteous

let me hang on every word of yours and
let it be the raft that sees me happily
unsafe home

take your bs line poem  
shove it down your silent voice

this is not avant garde; this is insulting

p.s.  write me a smile and all will be_____
.
Grace Feb 2015
In flickering eyes
Is the glow of a smoldering fire
They are sizing us up

My body transforms, a whirlwind
A temple for worship
To a stage for performance

All eyes are on me
Shadows flickering on the walls
Whispers scattering
Hurried footsteps down the hall

Their lips glisten in the dark
A shred of light
Despite the darkness  trapped inside

Grumbling stomachs
Resonating like heart beats
Growling for me

They are starved
For my skin
Ravenous

For to them
I am nothing more
Than meat
Because I am not solely for your entertainment.
Worldeater Nov 2014
The empty sound of wind coiling
Through hollow vessels whispers
Groans of unheard secret
Unseen from the lips from which
Its voice echoed  
Carrying a lace of touch...
Tis a familiar one,
But still a foreign tongue garnishes
The walls betwixt and between the ears.  
A hum, a song,  
An earthly reflection of love through
A faded sense of albatross...

A thickening dissonance
Between the soothing delay of
Fingertips buried in the roots of a
Sentient heart
Wrench and twist
The angel's song through a
Seasonal mind
Resonating the lost and the torn.
The Betrayer.
And in turn,
We always destroy what we've
Come to love.
Defenseless.
multi sumus Dec 2018
Primed for the next evolution in Our intimacy as the taste of Your succulence still lies upon my lips

   The faint sound of the straps clicking confirming Your submission

   While nothing shall escape from Your whicked tongue as it too is confined to its domain

   For Your flesh now belongs to me and will be subjected unto my craft

   And being it is Our first time i shall be... gentle

                        Let Us begin


   So as the bees labours are not in vain
honey sweet the sting of molten wax upon tips of swollen *******...
   Forming to Your perfection

Hmmm, Beads...
    Slow and by number they prepare Your willing vessel for the upcoming paedicatio devastation

   By shimmered form and whetted edge
barbering to reveal Your plump and pulsating labium emanating  
such divine nectar and heaven scent

   A well placed smack stiffens further

   Fingers, Licked tips, Essence enticing the tongue

   Points are pressured, some by pin, a resonating growl signals your approval as i begin my descent

   Insertion immersion into Your cavity depravity is not bound and determined am i to please You

   Only Your eyes speak to me and deep be their gaze
   Deeper still the *******
hesitation between thrusts
i must!..

   The profound sound of the pounding astounding to the ears it's clear another offering will soon be presented incentive for the continuation of Our journey

   With the escalation of Your cries as thighs quake...quivering...releasing a moan of satisfaction and once again my thirst slaked

            Oh how i long to fill You
                        feel You
                       saturated
                        satiated
               by Your silken flesh
                        i confess
         it was You i wished to bind
                       now i find
                            it is i
                        enslaved
                         in mind
                        my body
                        and soul
              with Yours entwined
                       in rapture
                     im captured
                  and so inclined

            i removed the bindings
                          finding
                      ­    myself

                        reminded
                           hiding
                   emotions are felt

                          Our time
                         im biding
                      to knees i fell

    before You...eternally in servitude.


   Mmmm..The warmth of breath upon the nape..

   With tender kiss..

   A soft embrace..

  Long has it been since last ive known such pleasures

   And may long be the Love We make....
multi sumus May 19
within a constant entropic utopia defying the gravity of the situation acceleration to the masses excelling the ratio by amassing the syllabic atrocities with velocities which are increasing exponentially sequentially the apophenic algorithms expounding the rythmes consequentially and being that "the whole is greater than the sum of its (common denominative) parts" Helmholtz resonating delineating with some summoned acts of commutative parse with the Brocas area being responsible for the frequency of the respondence corresponding to the sulcus ascending left lateral/superior temporal quadrant and please pardon the expressive digression the impression thats actually trying to be rationalized while the polynomial quotients being invariably variable and often terribly irrational at times is the fact that in language the dot produces a finite definitive, coefficiently with mathematics (as a theorem) its the beginning of the infinitive
" " accredited to Aristotle (384–322 BC)

Hermann Ludwig Ferdinand von Helmholtz (August 31, 1821 – September 8, 1894)
End my sorrow, burn my pride.
Extinguish my ego, bury me alive

I'll ride the waves to my demise, floating downstream riding with the tides.

Withering leaves crunch underfoot,
The sound resonating through the woods

Let the fire cleanse my soul, the elements of life burning away all sense of fragility.

Whispers, whispers.. "l'appel dù vide"
multi sumus Apr 21
Here within the athenaeum!
Should it be that in silence such a sound be heard?
   These, Whispers by whetted tongue writ!
Resonating throughout the age as epics composed upon the flesh wax legend
   Shall We bind the vellum from which they are found twixt cover of quiver and moan?

   For by the flames of Alexandria...Eratos shadow be known
logan wade Apr 9
hypothetically:
hiding your eyes from a world of endless colour,
abandoning your first sense as if in sleep
or a dream
of flocking visual possibility,
where the lack of the sweetness and vibrance tastes sour -
is arguably more frightening than opening them in the first place.
finding nothing but an uneasy dark shade-
an empty blackness that creeps from a vacant cave,
symbolic of death and danger itself
seems to entertain my longing and interest and curiosity,
and those things which i always idolised.

it’s almost impossible not to find comfort in the unknown-
an endless circuit of flowing charges
invisible to our eyes,
perhaps a product of human evolution
and “development”
when we looked with our hands
and isolated ourselves,
no longer able to explore the world
we shouldn’t have called home.

like a community of aliens who regretted adventure,
activity characterised by action and interaction,
waves fly from its creator -
the roaring fire -
with it a model motion blur -
a fiery energy escapes the cave.
an overwhelming explosion of light
and resonating sound
catalyses a cosmic number
of chain reactions,
with products of thought,
hope, faith and confusion.
this along with paranoia,
unable to eradicate itself with simple prescription medicine.
the uncertainty criminalises our existence.
questions our morality.
our scepticism has shattered our potential for social interaction
and justice and foresight and solution.

it’s as if we’re all pawns in a grand scheme,
but there’s no chess player.
a great plan beyond the boundaries of language,
only explained by its realism…
though we’ve never been taught this language.

the angry ball of redness dies out,
though its power only grows.
no mercy: it bakes every life form that even dares
to examine it.
it sounds obvious,
but if it isn’t questioned,
it won’t answer.
slay Nov 2018
Testing my patience 1 2 3
Mic drop n scramble back to the beat
I be geeked in the streets
But be like Neek in the sheets
****, you Harry Stylin' in your custom Gucci's

I'm so ****** uninspired, my soul has nowhere to be
I'm resonating with nothing that extends beyond the planet
I'm not interested in anything inorganic
All the man made **** is solely for my avatar,
I dont have to play videogames because I already live in one.
The only thing I havent done is **** myself in this life to ascend into the next one
But i know I am a chosen one so I suffer in silence
Said i bare the burden, I am a beacon of light

I mean who you think you are, King Mitus?
Oh my god
You be counting change, im stacking hundreds with my thoughts
I think i drifted way too far last time i astral projected
Cause when i came back they told me Mandela was effected

It's tragic, the tragedy keeps writing itself
God must not be real n we must all have free will
We must all be capable of unspeakable things
With the capacity of becoming unspeakable beings, but
The conscious to speak into the opposite swing
Hello, testing? Testing 1, 2, 3?


It's amazing my attention span isn't longer than (.)45 seconds,
This is reckless
And sometimes that's the only way i know how this thing in my chest works
MAYBE IM JUST BUTTHURT!
MAYBE I JUST WANT MORE ATTENTION!
MAYBE I AM JEALOUS?
MAYBE THIS IS MY DECLARATION!
MAYBE I AM SELFISH?
JUST LET THESE WORDS BE MY PRESERVATION
And my heart hurts
Not important, i just said it off the record
For my mental

And when I meet her, maybe she'll tell me im an angel
But i am much worse,
I'm a temptress, I'm a serpent, I'm a stranger
I am hellbent
On finding my true place in the framework,
I will change them
I will ignite the reformation
Lemon Tree Jun 2018
Sometimes,

And only sometimes,

The walls crack and

Burst forth



Blessings, an ode to the Silent—

All who see it—by which all do see it,
See its sound, round the feet that start to tap, to

Symphonies, to newer worlds than ours.



Resonating upon these empty halls,

Orchestrated by voices,

Never slurred or sharpened or slid so often:

Elegiac or elegied. We are uncertain.

The walls break, though,

And burst forth bounty

Letting ring amongst masses
(That which we whisper afterwards)


Originating light, itself, beaconing



Overheads, above

Newspapers, narrowed eyes, nocturne night-owls

Across, around ticks and boxes, circled, crosses, texts, and line-borders

Resonating upon our empty halls, walls, all;

Poco a poco, almost piano, punctuating,

Odes to joy and a chorale for something—

Sometimes



and only
some
times.
We break down our own walls

and bring forth
blessings.
A simple exercise involving the simple concept of music as a metaphor for something, and how we are all connected despite our differences.
Calm and collected
There's a power
To amber evening light
The bearer of night
The songs of birds
Resonating in my bones
Rhythm pulsing
In my soul
Alone has never been
So powerful
Listening to The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles and drawing isn't the worst way to spent an evening.
lenore Apr 2017
One sleepless night I heard the lark
Chir-chirruping inside my heart;
Got up to find her in the dark
To capture her and set apart
Her stringless resonating harp
On which she played a note so sharp;
My very soul said: "Hark, oh, hark!
What is this iridescent spark

That set my every thought aflame?
For in its sound I heard my name!
That made my ear and eye so changed
That all the world illuminates?
It will not let me sleep again
Until my every breath is spent!"

I looked and looked and looked in vain
But carried with me the refrain
So every time I turned around
The sound was coming from without;
At lenght I closed my tired lids
And heard the lark sing from within;
And this is how I figured out:
I'm not the kindling. I'm the spark!
A gifted soul

The beauty resides
in the soul,

The one who
understands this
is pristine.

The one who
imbibes this
is ageless.

The one who
absorbs this
is a Mahatma.

A beautiful soul
reverberates sounds
resonating
harmony and peace
With-in
&
With-out.



Sparkle In Wisdom
15 March 2019
B E Ragland Mar 20
With the your naked form resonating
in my memory and the taste of your
lust on my tongue, I could plunge
into the darkest of pits and smith
flaming swords from any excrement.

You never left me and I will forever die at your feet, smiling.

So, can we dance?
Dreams
Are euphony
Of thought,
Of heart,
Of body,
Of the splendid,
Of the soul,

(Unbinding our once
Spectral Fates
          That spiraled down
The Keys of Life
Tainted by
The Greatest of Dissonance)

My Redolent Reverie,
Sweetened by
Mellifluous Nectar Tides
Of cherished moments
Steeped for eons
In our
Carnal yearnings
Are made anew
By the Cosmogonist’s Hands
Of Eternity

(O, for I
Doth doven the skies,
That the Incendiary Wings
Of the Auburn Pheonix
Imbue me
With the Souls Acquisition
Of Golden Pinions
                      Of the Thew of Vitality).

Captive visions,
Slumber in
My Azure Dreamer’s Chest
Engraved with
The Insignia of Archaic Fates
Upon it’s
Starry Epidermis
Till skies fall
To the Terrene
And
The Luminaries
Shall rest
Betwixt
The palms of my hands

(O, for then
This Juggernaut of a Man
That I am
Shall Effloresce
Ceasing to be
     That Loveless Sentinel,
The Guardian over
The Bastion Heart
He fathoms
Impregnable)

.Ensorcelled Butterflies
Radiate
Lovelit Lavender Light
Upon that
Astral Parcel,
Lulling my weary eyes
By the
Sovereignty of Monarchial Wings
Vanquishing the doubts
Once blurring
My Kaleidoscopic Dreams
(Life’s Iridescent Seal
Branded upon
My forehead
And etherealizing
My exhalations
                    Till crystalline)

My sullied heart
Pulses shadowed winds
(The Sweeping Gales of Solemnity)
Without the
Blissful Kiss of Cadence
Resonating an
Ebony surge
Deeper,
Than first octave tonality
Of abyssal timbre.

I beseech you,
Unfurl those forested eyes
My Desiderata Materialista,
That I may
Drinketh of your
Emerald Streams,
Ineffably Pristine.

(For then
I shall be
Spirited away
      To Eden,
My existence
     Shall become
Nirvanic Transcendence)

To pine is a pang,
To envisage
Is to breath.

Perhaps that
Is the only solace
My feeble soul
Can bear,
Without you.

By your alabaster skin
Vein my eyes
With luminescence.

With your tender caress
Saunter my
Voracious skin.

Weave my Chrysalis,
By your
Susurrant voice.

Cocoon me
In your
Flawless serenade,
That I metamorphose
Bearing the
Sacrosanct Wings of Phantasmagoria
And
The Melisma of Your Piety.

Pearlescent blood
Floweth within me,
Like baptismal rain,
As I muse
When you alight
Once more
In my Cosmos.

I am yours,
Floral Fallal.

~Our fears are the burdens
    Of the Vestige of the Past,
      A hollow cry
       That fights to exist
         In a zeitgeist
           That flowers
              Quicker than
                Our hearts know how to beat.
                          
                     Unfurl your Gates
                           To the Arbiter of Fates,
                              Unearth the Hallowed Crystals
                                 Of your Garnetiferous Passion
                                    That takes shape
                                        Because you…

                               O, Stalwart Knight,
                                    You were cosmic
                                         Like myriad raindrops,
                                           Mystic echoes
                                              Emancipating­ your spirit
                                                 From the trepidation
                                                     ­    Of the mortal kind.

                                                   Evolve,                                            
                                Evanesce,                       ­   
                                                  For to be Ephemeral                      
                                 ­                Means to conquer                                  
That Magisterial Oblivion.
                                                       ­     Se’lah.~
Hey guys! I've been doing a great deal of experimenting with my writing as of late. This piece is an embodiment of all the introspection, musings, tribulations, and heartbreaks I have experienced as of late. I hope you all can appreciate this piece despite the quasi-obscurant references that I present bereft of explicit detail.

The core of this piece lies in the fundamental nature of our dreams, yearnings, and aspirations (as well as the shadows born of the loveless blight). It effloresced it something much greater as I continued to refine it. Hope you guys like! God bless!
Yenson Sep 2018
Listen with ears attuned and you will hear the sound of silence
For in there, waves sail forth in translucent nothingness
hear the smimmering vibes of ethereal  energy sublime
the magnificent quiet of a heartbeat resonating
In imperceptible pristine rhythm precise
The Creator's Divine Presence manifests.

In perfect ambiance the perfect eyes beyond universal gazes sees
limitless panorama of the majesty of pious supreme desires
The ultimate Maker in His Domain beyond Supreme
The awe-inspiring mysteries yet potently visible
Incomparable Masterpieces, Omnipotent's smiles
The Creator,s Divine Presence visions all.  











[email protected]­ed.
LORD, Lest I do forget you today
Please do not forget me...
Keiya Tasire Sep 12
I may find myself blocked.
Stopped.
Unable to move forward.
Or standing still
As others seem to pass me by.

Lost dreams, lost hopes.
Lost loves, lost friends,
Lost parents, siblings and children.
Lost heart, Lost soul.

I may go forward. I may stop and await.
Who knows, for how long?

Others exit the shuttle, turn left
and I may never see them again.
Some, I asked to never return.

Some stayed here
Some travel there.
Some walk on by.
Why do I not stand within stillness?

What do I want?
"Yum! Massaman curry with rice with spring rolls, please."

"# 11, your Massaman & spring rolls are ready!
Just how you like them."
"Oh, Thank you!!"

It came quickly!
While my food was still warm
The rain fell hard in my summer!
You can see them
Everyone in the storm.
Some moving to avoid it.
Others standing still.
A few preparing to leave.

Yet, those over there were not pleased.
And they just complain smugly under their umbrella.

Delightfully I am no alone in the summer rain.
Talking happily with friends as we wait for the last shuttle ride Home.

Yet the wind continues to blow
And the rain continues to fall down to the ground.
Do I give into despair or take courage to persevere? 

Moving gracefully through the storm
With calm stillness
And yes, wonder
"What if I grab the silver lining
Will my life will be forever changed?"

As the storm continued
The fragrance of the wind
and the touch of the rain
Filled my senses!

It decided to let it go!
Opening freely
My Spirit Danced in the Rain!
How my senses love
the spring, summer, fall and winter rains!!

It was at this moment
that the clouds parted
and the rainbow flowed over me.

Vibrational colors with harmony resonating
Lifting and returning the phi ratio
to each strand of my human DNA.

I feel the smile
Expressing itself in dance!
As an adventure of each rainy day!!
Oh, how I love to enjoy
Such sweetness in life!!!
My challenge: alienation within my own family from my family.  I could see both sides of the challenge. It can be a problem I never get hold of or it can be a challenge to learn and growth through. I choose what it will be and if I will open to the lessons each challenge presents. It is just a matter of perspective. It is a choices that make my burdens heavy or open to "The Sweetness of Life." I choose the later.
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