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"unworldly" poems
*Brittle dry earth beaming with longing, For wet kisses from heavy heavens' door, In soothing rain, finds the heart’s belonging, Releasing the sweetest aroma...petrichor.* ***The mist of warm moist wafting playfully, Kissing and engulfing in a subtle unworldly spin... A feeling ensnared by the clutches of fond remembrance. Like the cadence of your breaths upon my parched skin...*** *A taste of your last dance on my fervent lips, Awoken with each drop, still makes me thirst, I lift my head, entranced by memory’s grips, Craving you, again to make my heart burst.* ***Here again...two drenched hearts encased in glass, Latent spectres melded together as they did before, Promises wrapped and bound to the gaits of the other, In eternal dance, laced with everlasting redolent petrichor...*** Dajena M rhymesmith
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Petrichor (Collaboration with Dajena M...again!)
*break astonishment at perception of a third-world child making it up that totem-pole amidst paltry conditions even beyond the half-way mark* 1. a standing man in silent message and the woman in red with thin-sling shoulder-bag holding lipstick, weekly-ticket and purse oh, how she frightens honchos out their skull draped round her sister's head shroud eternal coughing sore 2. grannies recount lively griot-tales where hope is never barren young boys play in swamped dirt-trails drawing absent father-figures in the sand the wind has carried them off to mines deep in the crust of earth's ire adolescent future sits on labour-farms where keen spirit is dulled with worthless hops keeps the sly farmer happy and he tells them the fruit is free yet they've already paid for it manifold when she reaches twenty she will have at least two kids whose lives lie in the granny's luxury while she runs off to the golden city-lites to jump through higher hoops for ****** spoils all cheapened by long-term neglect 3. there lies hope unlost in every girl-child who goes to school who finds encouragement from words kindly given if but from a stranger *no hand-me-outs no forlorn begging* she... the empowered mother of boys will help them to grow into young men of such sensibility as to keep their hands to deeds of honour who, in turn become fine fathers to daughters they love and cherish raise to be luminary *each step up from that totem-pole such a steep climb strengthens invisible wings and unworldly rewards and when final rung is reached heralds untainted take-offffffff*...... S T,  27 aug
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
totem-pole
*break astonishment at perception of a third-world child making it up that totem-pole amidst paltry conditions even beyond the half-way mark* 1. a standing man in silent message and the woman in red with thin-sling shoulder-bag holding lipstick, weekly-ticket and purse oh, how she frightens honchos out their skull draped round her sister's head shroud eternal coughing sore 2. grannies recount lively griot-tales where hope is never barren young boys play in swamped dirt-trails drawing absent father-figures in the sand the wind has carried them off to mines deep in the crust of earth's ire adolescent future sits on labour-farms where keen spirit is dulled with worthless hops keeps the sly farmer happy and he tells them the fruit is free yet they've already paid for it manifold when she reaches twenty she will have at least two kids whose lives lie in the granny's luxury while she runs off to the golden city-lites to jump through higher hoops for ****** spoils all cheapened by long-term neglect 3. there lies hope unlost in every girl-child who goes to school who finds encouragement from words kindly given if but from a stranger *no hand-me-outs no forlorn begging* she... the empowered mother of boys will help them to grow into young men of such sensibility as to keep their hands to deeds of honour who, in turn become fine fathers to daughters they love and cherish raise to be luminary *each step up from that totem-pole such a steep climb strengthens invisible wings and unworldly rewards and when final rung is reached heralds untainted take-offffffff*...... S T,  27 aug
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Your Messiah is not Christ my Karma is not your dogma Their AntiChrist is not the Mahdi His avatar is not yet manifest Our Dajjal is not their 12th Imam Your Brahman is not my Elohim The Atman is not the God-Man Your God-Man is Luciferian Our Lucifer is not their Allah The Djinn are undocumented some angels fell Allah is not Ras Tafari Their Zion is Babylon Jerusalem is Egypt or ***** Their Angels are ascended Masters Our Master is your ascended Savior My Savior is your accuser Their God is no Savior His unction is Satanic The war is spiritual The Spirit is not obvious My anointing is carnal their anointing is moronic our doctrine is angelic Your rejection was predestined our acceptance is divine Our depravity is documented, your sanctity is illusory their power is diabolic their light is darkness Their leader is ungodly Our God is unseemly His Truth is offensive The bitter is not sweet the sweet is unworldly the world is not heavenly. Trinity in seven spirits, yet God is One… Revel in the uncertainty. Have some holy fun fitting more angels on the pin-head, dancing before they fall. Rebellion is always entrancing until the current postmodern theology hooks up with psycho-sexual linguistic pathology. Don’t accept my apology
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Disappointed Mis-anointings
The electrification of powerful shocks shoot through me, must be some unworldly connection I'm the ruler of rebellion, invention, revolution sitting in my palace as I sip from my glass tea cup. My mind is a whacky world of ecentric waterfalls.   One day the universe drops in my hand Universal peace and harmony - is my profound calling I whack out the world - shake it on it's feet - wake it up from it's mindless sleep Pioneering the stars that those will follow - may you come by my side one day
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
Aquarius
Cosmic kraken, gelatinous tentacles that choke the ventricles.. air tainted by its pungent pores... daylight darkens, its presence hearkens, for the light to shine no more... Heart is hardened vestigial veins with not blood but pain... wrinkled cartilage writhes at lore.. of the divine despair I now come to bear, graces this unworthy ***** "I beg I pardon! spare me the road to your celestial abode!"... whispered screams that scrape throat raw... silence snares... at my futile affairs... with the sadistic nexus between doors... "Oh I cannot fathom creature with unworldly features... and blade fashioned from nebulous ore... what terrors await... and to permeate.... my flesh forevermore!"
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Bloodborne
LOVE, HATE, WISDOM, FEAR, WEALTH… KEYS MANY ARE TO LIFE IT’S SAID NONE IN BIRTH IS AFRAID,WISE,HATEFUL,GREEDY,NONE SHALL BE SO IN DEATH. LIFE! ITS A NOW,A PRESENT CONTINUOUS,DIES HERE THE PAST,A FUTURE BORN NOW,A SUM TOTAL OF PAST,FUTURE AN EQUATION INEXORABLE FROM HEREON. FUTILE IS FUTURE MIRRORING PAST, AWARENESS MY PRIMER FOR A CHANGE FAST.   WHEN ALIVE ARE HEARTS PUMPING,WHY ARE MINDS AND SOULS DEAD BARREN? ISN'T HEART THE GOOD EARTH ALWAYS AND MIND THE TREE WISE OF BANYAN? I RID THE DISCONNECT, BY GRACE, HAVE A MINDFUL HEART, A HEARTFELT MIND! LIVING THE STAID REALITY OF LIFE, LOVING, HATING, THINKING, BEING WISE,FOOLISH KILLING, FORGIVING, PHILOSOPHICAL IN A CRUELLY KIND WORLD OF PARADOX. IS THERE A REALITY DEVOID, OF LIFE AND DEATH, LOVE AND HATE, GOD AND RELIGION, OR TRUTHS,LIES, TIME-SPACE,SOUNDS AND SILENCE,EQUANIMOUS PEACE AT WAR? IS IT JUST A PLAY, OF THE MIND AND HEART, DESIRE AND POWER,BONDAGE UNREAL? GOOD VERSUS EVIL? I LIVE BY THE HEART,IT DOES STOP AND THE MIND,OH DOES IT ROT! UNFEELING HEARTS AND UNTHINKING MINDS, THESE BARRIERS SLOWLY I CROSS, BEYOND IS THE BEING, THE EXISTING, INCAPABLE OF THE UNREAL, DIVINELY AFAR, A VOID SURREAL,UNFEELING YET KIND SOMEHOW, UNLOVING YET CARING SOMEHOW UNSAD, UNJOYOUS, UNAFRAID, UNWORLDLY...ATTRIBUTES NONE AT ALL! UNBEING?? I KNOW NOT IF IT’S GOOD OR EVIL, IS JUST UNBEING,UNAFFECTED BETTER SOMEHOW? IS THE FREE UNBEING THERE,JUST TOTALLY BEING HERE?! BACK TO A REALITY RELATIVE! GREYS ARE MANY, IF DARK BE HATE AND BE LIGHT LOVE, MID-GREY IS THE WORLD, HOPE CAN MOVE! FROM THE MOUNTAINS DOWN I CLIMB, JUST, WITH PRECIOUS BAGGAGE, UNPACKED TO MAKE SENSE, OF THE REAL IN THE UNREAL,THIS ONE WORLD IN INFINITY, WITH  ITS ANGELS AND DEMONS, I CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH REALITY; AND UNRAVEL JUSTLY; ELSE IT COMES LIVES WITH ME ANYWAYS! OR IS IT ALL JUST INEVITABLY INEXORABLE, JUST A HERMITS DESTINY?!
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May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
THE HERMITS DESTINY.
LOVE, HATE, WISDOM, FEAR, WEALTH… KEYS MANY ARE TO LIFE IT’S SAID NONE IN BIRTH IS AFRAID,WISE,HATEFUL,GREEDY,NONE SHALL BE SO IN DEATH. LIFE! ITS A NOW,A PRESENT CONTINUOUS,DIES HERE THE PAST,A FUTURE BORN NOW,A SUM TOTAL OF PAST,FUTURE AN EQUATION INEXORABLE FROM HEREON. FUTILE IS FUTURE MIRRORING PAST, AWARENESS MY PRIMER FOR A CHANGE FAST.   WHEN ALIVE ARE HEARTS PUMPING,WHY ARE MINDS AND SOULS DEAD BARREN? ISN'T HEART THE GOOD EARTH ALWAYS AND MIND THE TREE WISE OF BANYAN? I RID THE DISCONNECT, BY GRACE, HAVE A MINDFUL HEART, A HEARTFELT MIND! LIVING THE STAID REALITY OF LIFE, LOVING, HATING, THINKING, BEING WISE,FOOLISH KILLING, FORGIVING, PHILOSOPHICAL IN A CRUELLY KIND WORLD OF PARADOX. IS THERE A REALITY DEVOID, OF LIFE AND DEATH, LOVE AND HATE, GOD AND RELIGION, OR TRUTHS,LIES, TIME-SPACE,SOUNDS AND SILENCE,EQUANIMOUS PEACE AT WAR? IS IT JUST A PLAY, OF THE MIND AND HEART, DESIRE AND POWER,BONDAGE UNREAL? GOOD VERSUS EVIL? I LIVE BY THE HEART,IT DOES STOP AND THE MIND,OH DOES IT ROT! UNFEELING HEARTS AND UNTHINKING MINDS, THESE BARRIERS SLOWLY I CROSS, BEYOND IS THE BEING, THE EXISTING, INCAPABLE OF THE UNREAL, DIVINELY AFAR, A VOID SURREAL,UNFEELING YET KIND SOMEHOW, UNLOVING YET CARING SOMEHOW UNSAD, UNJOYOUS, UNAFRAID, UNWORLDLY...ATTRIBUTES NONE AT ALL! UNBEING?? I KNOW NOT IF IT’S GOOD OR EVIL, IS JUST UNBEING,UNAFFECTED BETTER SOMEHOW? IS THE FREE UNBEING THERE,JUST TOTALLY BEING HERE?! BACK TO A REALITY RELATIVE! GREYS ARE MANY, IF DARK BE HATE AND BE LIGHT LOVE, MID-GREY IS THE WORLD, HOPE CAN MOVE! FROM THE MOUNTAINS DOWN I CLIMB, JUST, WITH PRECIOUS BAGGAGE, UNPACKED TO MAKE SENSE, OF THE REAL IN THE UNREAL,THIS ONE WORLD IN INFINITY, WITH  ITS ANGELS AND DEMONS, I CHOOSE TO LIVE WITH REALITY; AND UNRAVEL JUSTLY; ELSE IT COMES LIVES WITH ME ANYWAYS! OR IS IT ALL JUST INEVITABLY INEXORABLE, JUST A HERMITS DESTINY?!
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*Waking up amid the rising twilight A rush of fervent fever I start to feel within me Human nature has unlocked the latch And the passionate flame begins to immerse upon me As my curiosity sparks to explore the shady sheets beneath* *Wandering aimlessly along a promenade path Where the full moon rules And soft curls of winds recede I feel like countless days have cruised by And then by chance A prominent glow before my unworldly eyes* *You run my luscious hands across your chest Your sweet scent and taste both so divine This rush of warm heat upon our faces This exciting feeling is no mirage Bathing in carnation at this moment Soaking deeply in love we are And I leave the rest to magic* *This magic spell we can’t resist As we grab each others’ hips so tight I feel it soothing so smoothly down upon me To experience this magical sight I can’t help my own rush from showing And how it feels It feels so fine As I am relieved of this Fleeting fever from my mind*
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Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Fervent Fever
Dusk is a promise of Dawn As long as Life is LORD And night can be long As it was once years ago A day in many thousands An utterly unworldly terror Or briefly: Old to New Moon Or Three Days and Nights Evil prophesies and rejoices At Dusk, Night without End Indeed it shall be, a Shadow Of Day, A Day without End
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Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC
Day and Night
Green grass & rolling hills create the perfect scenario for our outside adventure, the one where we lay the blanket down, pop the cork on the Merlot, eat a few sweet grapes then get down to the important business of sensuous outdoor ********** There's nothing like songbirds birds singing & busy bees buzzing, kissing your delicious-lips under the brilliant sun, feeling the gentle breeze waft around us, sniffing natural fragrances & hearing the sound of our body fluids tumbling. To scream, to call out each other's names at that special-moment of our mutual-ecstasy is unworldly, so Godly & sacred, even the Heavens listen to our joy.
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Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 12:21 PM UTC
Even The Heavens Listen
When I left him, I felt my void intimately. Learnt my way through its darkness with only my bare hands to guide me. It's unworldly creatures sought comfort in my throat but I was never created to be a shelter for the devils that reside in me. I vowed never to be the darkness without realising that I too could be swallowed whole.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 9:48 PM UTC
harry
How unprepared I was when midnight approached me by Emission of vivid green neon lights From the futuristic skyscrapers to my unworldly eyes But more imposing A suspended meteor in the sky Upon the decrepit city which never stood My arrival at Midnight City, my peculiar neighborhood Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Bombard tremendous fear in my senses Amid the resonating pantomime that cracks throughout my head Merciless cyborgs arrive from nowhere And threaten mankind with unthinkable weapons Their bleak empty eyes bring dogmatic order As my escalated fears enslave me well Inside the mechanical serpent that darts With endless slick demented rails On such a twisted mind, it begins to run Confused and addled, I have no control of this matter Only worries dwell my mind The arrival of this mysterious force is my greatest baffle Does this herald the degeneration of Gaia? What is this complex machinery that enslaves all men? Where does this designate human posterity and fate? What was done for an act of retribution? Does this unprecedented apocalypse null all human solutions? In this dark tunnel, on a decrepit couch The dauntless train begins to screech with endless laughter As it tears tempestuously faster and faster Until all unearthly fluorescent lights blend together Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Eighty-six notches louder Alternating flashes of red and green Fourteen seconds prior A silhouette of a white demon projects from afar As it begins to approach us, its image ever becomes so bizarre Add a second of suspended silence of jest Before we scream and ensue The fatal crash
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
My Arrival at Midnight City
How unprepared I was when midnight approached me by Emission of vivid green neon lights From the futuristic skyscrapers to my unworldly eyes But more imposing A suspended meteor in the sky Upon the decrepit city which never stood My arrival at Midnight City, my peculiar neighborhood Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Bombard tremendous fear in my senses Amid the resonating pantomime that cracks throughout my head Merciless cyborgs arrive from nowhere And threaten mankind with unthinkable weapons Their bleak empty eyes bring dogmatic order As my escalated fears enslave me well Inside the mechanical serpent that darts With endless slick demented rails On such a twisted mind, it begins to run Confused and addled, I have no control of this matter Only worries dwell my mind The arrival of this mysterious force is my greatest baffle Does this herald the degeneration of Gaia? What is this complex machinery that enslaves all men? Where does this designate human posterity and fate? What was done for an act of retribution? Does this unprecedented apocalypse null all human solutions? In this dark tunnel, on a decrepit couch The dauntless train begins to screech with endless laughter As it tears tempestuously faster and faster Until all unearthly fluorescent lights blend together Thumping tracks and frantic sirens Eighty-six notches louder Alternating flashes of red and green Fourteen seconds prior A silhouette of a white demon projects from afar As it begins to approach us, its image ever becomes so bizarre Add a second of suspended silence of jest Before we scream and ensue The fatal crash
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I'm hoping you have no doubts I'm writing this to and about you. : ) Thank you for finally letting me know you know I'm alive. Just thinking about talking to you makes the butterflies go crazy. My heart beats then skips a beat when I see you around town and I swear it's strictly by accident. I'm not actively following you around. I haven't been to sleep because I'm up thinking about you but not in the sick and twisted Bardo way of stalking then killing. I haven't been searching for your address or where you hang out like that anonymous lunatic posting that on Craigslist forum. I still want your phone number but only if you want to give it. You asked the impossible melting snow against weatherman's predictions and you got this hold over me like I never felt before. Are you a keeper of  unworldly secrets of magic or someone who is quite lovely and is just plain an extraordinarily special and gifted lady? I'd like to discover that for myself if you would agree to meet me at Little Bohemia it's aka Lil Bo's by us locals to hear a Jazz band. It's a public place and I heard it through the grapevine you popped in a few times but I can't say that's true, I wasn't there and it's hear say. Person said you entered alone but didn't sing and it looked like you were having a good time being a chatty patty and hearing the band. The more I get to know about you lady the more I want to discover. You got a wish and mine is not as impossible as yours I'm hoping. I want in my life a lady like you who oozes confidence when she enters a room and when she's being chatted up by complete strangers. I will be in the parking lot watching the door and enter if you enter. Hoping to see you Friday night and hoping to see that gorgeous smile. Hoping you agree to meet me but if not I will keep on hoping for that.
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
Will you?
I'm hoping you have no doubts I'm writing this to and about you. : ) Thank you for finally letting me know you know I'm alive. Just thinking about talking to you makes the butterflies go crazy. My heart beats then skips a beat when I see you around town and I swear it's strictly by accident. I'm not actively following you around. I haven't been to sleep because I'm up thinking about you but not in the sick and twisted Bardo way of stalking then killing. I haven't been searching for your address or where you hang out like that anonymous lunatic posting that on Craigslist forum. I still want your phone number but only if you want to give it. You asked the impossible melting snow against weatherman's predictions and you got this hold over me like I never felt before. Are you a keeper of  unworldly secrets of magic or someone who is quite lovely and is just plain an extraordinarily special and gifted lady? I'd like to discover that for myself if you would agree to meet me at Little Bohemia it's aka Lil Bo's by us locals to hear a Jazz band. It's a public place and I heard it through the grapevine you popped in a few times but I can't say that's true, I wasn't there and it's hear say. Person said you entered alone but didn't sing and it looked like you were having a good time being a chatty patty and hearing the band. The more I get to know about you lady the more I want to discover. You got a wish and mine is not as impossible as yours I'm hoping. I want in my life a lady like you who oozes confidence when she enters a room and when she's being chatted up by complete strangers. I will be in the parking lot watching the door and enter if you enter. Hoping to see you Friday night and hoping to see that gorgeous smile. Hoping you agree to meet me but if not I will keep on hoping for that.
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Today i entered a prison. the likes i have never seen before. this prison has no bars, no chains, Disguised in false hope and fake smiles, Leave your loved ones at the door, We will take care of them, Or so they promise, as i walked down the halls of this prison, i felt the dread, as sorrow, filled my head, any happiness i felt before, was ****** away, nevermore, My sunny disposition is clouded, My chipper attitude dulled, as their unheard cry's, watered my eyes, cry's of longing....                                                                   ......waiting.......waiting...... Prisoners stay in their rooms, or wander the halls, being held captive, only by body and mind, which are failing, surrounded by their own kind, .....waiting.......waiting For what? family, friends, or some thing unworldly, to take them, with a promised return, for which they desperately yearn, Saying they will come visit, Promising for an escape ....or end, While they force a smile, To hide the pain, So what? they are getting the help they need for some it is help they don't want, hope has already left their eyes, now just expecting lies, I finally reach my grandpa, Well.... thought it was him, This shriveled old man, Is not the G pa I know, Tell me your theories of life, And how to over come strife, you fight for life,, Your Moore for gods sakes, I don't expect less! We say our good byes, Our lies, And give him false hope, so he can go through his days, in a half awake haze, cause all he can do....                                                                      ..... is wait.
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
Waiting for The End
Today i entered a prison. the likes i have never seen before. this prison has no bars, no chains, Disguised in false hope and fake smiles, Leave your loved ones at the door, We will take care of them, Or so they promise, as i walked down the halls of this prison, i felt the dread, as sorrow, filled my head, any happiness i felt before, was ****** away, nevermore, My sunny disposition is clouded, My chipper attitude dulled, as their unheard cry's, watered my eyes, cry's of longing....                                                                   ......waiting.......waiting...... Prisoners stay in their rooms, or wander the halls, being held captive, only by body and mind, which are failing, surrounded by their own kind, .....waiting.......waiting For what? family, friends, or some thing unworldly, to take them, with a promised return, for which they desperately yearn, Saying they will come visit, Promising for an escape ....or end, While they force a smile, To hide the pain, So what? they are getting the help they need for some it is help they don't want, hope has already left their eyes, now just expecting lies, I finally reach my grandpa, Well.... thought it was him, This shriveled old man, Is not the G pa I know, Tell me your theories of life, And how to over come strife, you fight for life,, Your Moore for gods sakes, I don't expect less! We say our good byes, Our lies, And give him false hope, so he can go through his days, in a half awake haze, cause all he can do....                                                                      ..... is wait.
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Warm night stretches its silent breaths across these stagnant hours They ripple like an unworldly ocean that tempts a sailor’s most strained reach But my sails are torn through with a wanderer’s navigation Upon this endless sea of patient hopes and horrors And I close my eyes dream tight in sewn with such a fright That upon their parted shutters I will still see nothing Because your smile feints just over that intangible horizon so taunting Smile into the day as I pull myself through the dark So I took on the edge of the world, the edge of sanity Clutching at the crags to pull myself out of this dull droned deep hell Above the clouds into my florid reveries with fragile flight Although I lost all names and labels of retold in folded certainties I finally made it through the strong woven break But who’s to tell me when I am to ever wake? Definitely upon indefinite travel, this weary and constant sailor says Not even you.
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Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 11:35 PM UTC
The Sailor
Of twinkling stars far away Of crimson leaves that shed and lay And of glimpses remembered, the demented one tells And memories, old and frail he sells Unlike his contour, in his sturdy utterance He speaks his dirge, of his remembrance : 'A world there was, long before Bounded by its thousand seas, a thousand shores A surreal place, so magnificent A divine aura in its ambience And it spake of glorious battles fought Of kingdoms conquered and riches bought And innocuous inhabitants of pure hearts Of valiant warriors, well-wrought Of the birds that sang and the lions that roared And artisans who toiled and diligently worked The trees that grew on the dunes of sand And the river that flowed on the parched lands And a king there was, proud and fierce Of a heart warm, a mind clear And a lass there was, by him was treasured Loved and adored in quantities unmeasured Of beauty unworldly, unreal she possessed And flowers sprung out, where her foot did rest And ripples in sound minds she created Pure flowed the water from which she bathed The heavens showered flowers up on her head And in her presence, the sun came up on wintry beds Warmth grew out of her smile And even time stopped to glance for a while She, a ruler of his dreams, of his day An inexplicable solution of his maze And a paradise together they had seen In love intertwined they had been But then she had betrayed, fled away To a man in whose love she had caved A fragmented soul struck with torment and grief And silence answered to his pleads And then his rage had unraveled upon this earth Terrorized by him, of his insane mirth Then his sword had spoken, his rave unleashed And skies had come down, before him they kneeled Subjected to his anger, to his wrath Feared by his vengeance, the fury he cast And from the colors of gore, the landscape was painted He, ruler of a satanic world, he had created The shards of his wounds, of his heart He plunged them into the earth, devastation he marked And then, his madness had subdued Aghast of himself, his soul lay **** And years hence, this letter to her grave He had kept it with his heart, with a rose he had laid.' And the lunatic looks up, grey and old Exhausted from his ordeal, the tale that he has told And a tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek His wounds remain, his heart lays weak In the backdrop, a violin plays And with a stride slow, into the distance he fades
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
A Tale Unheard
Of twinkling stars far away Of crimson leaves that shed and lay And of glimpses remembered, the demented one tells And memories, old and frail he sells Unlike his contour, in his sturdy utterance He speaks his dirge, of his remembrance : 'A world there was, long before Bounded by its thousand seas, a thousand shores A surreal place, so magnificent A divine aura in its ambience And it spake of glorious battles fought Of kingdoms conquered and riches bought And innocuous inhabitants of pure hearts Of valiant warriors, well-wrought Of the birds that sang and the lions that roared And artisans who toiled and diligently worked The trees that grew on the dunes of sand And the river that flowed on the parched lands And a king there was, proud and fierce Of a heart warm, a mind clear And a lass there was, by him was treasured Loved and adored in quantities unmeasured Of beauty unworldly, unreal she possessed And flowers sprung out, where her foot did rest And ripples in sound minds she created Pure flowed the water from which she bathed The heavens showered flowers up on her head And in her presence, the sun came up on wintry beds Warmth grew out of her smile And even time stopped to glance for a while She, a ruler of his dreams, of his day An inexplicable solution of his maze And a paradise together they had seen In love intertwined they had been But then she had betrayed, fled away To a man in whose love she had caved A fragmented soul struck with torment and grief And silence answered to his pleads And then his rage had unraveled upon this earth Terrorized by him, of his insane mirth Then his sword had spoken, his rave unleashed And skies had come down, before him they kneeled Subjected to his anger, to his wrath Feared by his vengeance, the fury he cast And from the colors of gore, the landscape was painted He, ruler of a satanic world, he had created The shards of his wounds, of his heart He plunged them into the earth, devastation he marked And then, his madness had subdued Aghast of himself, his soul lay **** And years hence, this letter to her grave He had kept it with his heart, with a rose he had laid.' And the lunatic looks up, grey and old Exhausted from his ordeal, the tale that he has told And a tear rolls down his wrinkled cheek His wounds remain, his heart lays weak In the backdrop, a violin plays And with a stride slow, into the distance he fades
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A heart lost in vanity                                               Will service and suffice                                                     My Lack of paradise         May all my enemies Die  From a heart of Envy                                       May their hopes descend into Despair          No need for friends or Family                                 All I desire in this world is                                              Glitter                                                  &                                               Gold                              I only require the Finer things                                                                                                 The Shiny things                   They are the fuel to my                                              Greed                        They are the Love of my life                                                       My nutritious Diet       My everyday Health plan                 My Psychologist                                They keep my eyes Green                                         They keep me going     They keep me Safe                                                         They keep me Sane.                                                       ***V                                            A                                               N                                             I                                              T                                            Y***                        Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty              Its Art                                                                                                                  It's Terror                                 It's Pleasure                                                                                    Its Life                          It's Wonder                  The sensation it brings me is Unworldly                                                I had to Devour its taste              I needed to Sink my teeth   Into its Succulent                                         Irresistibe                                         Tranquility                                                    The Honesty                                          It Possesses                            Is Euphoric in nature.                                                                                 They say I am Addicted                                      Delusional                                                             And Shallow                          But I say they are Conflicted                                                               Envious                     And Callow.                            *A heart full of vanity                                          Had thee eyes of insanity*
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Heart Full of Vanity
A heart lost in vanity                                               Will service and suffice                                                     My Lack of paradise         May all my enemies Die  From a heart of Envy                                       May their hopes descend into Despair          No need for friends or Family                                 All I desire in this world is                                              Glitter                                                  &                                               Gold                              I only require the Finer things                                                                                                 The Shiny things                   They are the fuel to my                                              Greed                        They are the Love of my life                                                       My nutritious Diet       My everyday Health plan                 My Psychologist                                They keep my eyes Green                                         They keep me going     They keep me Safe                                                         They keep me Sane.                                                       ***V                                            A                                               N                                             I                                              T                                            Y***                        Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty              Its Art                                                                                                                  It's Terror                                 It's Pleasure                                                                                    Its Life                          It's Wonder                  The sensation it brings me is Unworldly                                                I had to Devour its taste              I needed to Sink my teeth   Into its Succulent                                         Irresistibe                                         Tranquility                                                    The Honesty                                          It Possesses                            Is Euphoric in nature.                                                                                 They say I am Addicted                                      Delusional                                                             And Shallow                          But I say they are Conflicted                                                               Envious                     And Callow.                            *A heart full of vanity                                          Had thee eyes of insanity*
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When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest And easeful, take upon their faery flight Into the paling crimson of the west Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night, I look into the east, and try to bear No more a single thought of gloom or tear For tangled comes my heart in wreathes of drear For seeing just the day lie on its bier. Up at the twinkling summer stars I gaze And far as any falcon, swift, may spy Lie constellations whose postures can trace A story of some wild ecstasy; A tale of unworldly days of yore When wine flowed free and through the earth did seep And Heracles stood tall and Phobetor Was purely myth to scare the young to sleep. And as I stare upon these stars, my eyes Close then and open to new morning skies.
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
When Clouds Upon the Summer Breeze All Rest
i. I shalt continueth to giveth mine Aeipathy to mine sweetheart Jane; Kissing her Lip's, juice running succulent Again, again, and repeating over again. ii. Aerial on vapor circle's, tip-toeing, Unworldly, ourn halo's coruscate; Aloft sketches of cumulus imitate Me and mine Reyna's rainbow shade. iii. Her Chatoyant face And her glace shape; Envelop's me inside Her preternatural grace. ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley/Filipino rose dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
glioscarnach Seraph ( Chatoyant seraph) old irish tongue
I have a tail from the past, Some wings to the future, A strong stomach for now, My beauty is Chimerical, I have changed and evolved, Into an unworldly being, Understood by none, Misunderstood often, I have lived on. With memories of the past, Oblivious smiles at the future , Curiously treading now, I leave my footprints , Only to be erased, So a different me , Shall walk the path again. My nature is chimerical , Everchanging and Evolving. “Give me a name? So stereotypical of you!” My being is an enigma, An untamed beast , Expansive till I shall consume, The infinite possibilities, An identity is limiting, For what I was , What I’ll be , And what I am. In this limitless form, Chimerical I have become.
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May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 11:01 AM UTC
Chimerical Beauty
Tears formed from the fears of two hemispheres of wasted space Find themselves in a fast pace race down the terrain of a familiar face Heart and mind encased in a haze as I attempt to argue a flimsy case That states; This horde of unworldly insecurity life creates, The alien thoughts unloaded in the wrong place Then forced to take place, Where never my own in the first place The originals replaced then gone without a trace No tracks to retrace So no, This isn't me making a break for it to save face Because the worst off it circles back around at a dizzying pace This is pointing out a particular fall from grace The life of a waste ©2024
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May 21, 2024
May 21, 2024 at 12:13 AM UTC
~•§•~ Not my Own ~•§•~
~ *I'll beckon you skyward,    floating you upon the softest whispers from my lips. Those full rubied murmurs you'd reach to steal                & cast all of your unworldly dreams in, prussian blue kisses of sapidity.*
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Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC
On a Breeze
Light as a phantom empty as my soul when this is finished the truth will be told secret temptations tug at your veins as unworldly visions enter your brain your life is corrupted by events from the past you've tried to bury them but they're free at last you scream at the mirror and beg God to take you away he laughs, its not your time you are forced to stay PLEASE, you cry as you fall to the floor and whisper your last phrase quote "The Raven" nevermore.
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 3:44 PM UTC
Temptress