"vortexed" poems - Hello Poetry

Like the fire and water that is in it He prays. He hears. He is in it. It is finished. Night and Day He begins and ends in no place. Like a flood, vortexed, making me become introspect You have set yourself as a seal upon my skin This mark was made by no mere man My brother and my father, my lover are suns, swept away in a sacrifice of blood The moon is made of me and I Am a child of fire, born of the same God deemed desire There is truth hidden in this tattoo I lay my hand on an alter of incense may it smolder and remind me of you Alpha, Omega, white light from night you pray, you hear, you speak and the x's and squares flatten into lines that direct them to your might

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Apr 8, 2013

Apr 8, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC

LuminUmbra

Hidden truth behind a tattoo

Like the fire and water that is in it He prays. He hears. He is in it. It is finished. Night and Day He begins and ends in no place. Like a flood, vortexed, making me become introspect You have set yourself as a seal upon my skin This mark was made by no mere man My brother and my father, my lover are suns, swept away in a sacrifice of blood The moon is made of me and I Am a child of fire, born of the same God deemed desire There is truth hidden in this tattoo I lay my hand on an alter of incense may it smolder and remind me of you Alpha, Omega, white light from night you pray, you hear, you speak and the x's and squares flatten into lines that direct them to your might

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Solstice, a balmy summer reverie Painted by secreting watercolor filled syringes Flowing doses of vivacious antidotes have been carefully webbed tightly to the tiny rings and pings sung by the now cellophane hairs captive of one’s inner ears Nonchalantly breathing into useless feeble minds Tenacious thoughts now traveling at the speed of light rupturing eggshell craniums A staggering yet haltering cogitation silently seeps through the dark self condemned asylum as if it was awaiting the bargained price. Sound proof simplicity , a temporary lobotomy Everything is still, bliss, and untrue Vortexed by images portraying perpetually uncomplexed inhabitants While foam slowly oozes from any unfilled cavity Rubber, fraying, faulted tubes filled with foreign ideas now escape it’s once fleshy coffin Time lapses while tucking in bedside lies to the shape of a familiar casted shadow Who will you be when it strikes for you

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Aug 16, 2016

Aug 16, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC

xiomara-hussein

Neurotic

Solstice, a balmy summer reverie Painted by secreting watercolor filled syringes Flowing doses of vivacious antidotes have been carefully webbed tightly to the tiny rings and pings sung by the now cellophane hairs captive of one’s inner ears Nonchalantly breathing into useless feeble minds Tenacious thoughts now traveling at the speed of light rupturing eggshell craniums A staggering yet haltering cogitation silently seeps through the dark self condemned asylum as if it was awaiting the bargained price. Sound proof simplicity , a temporary lobotomy Everything is still, bliss, and untrue Vortexed by images portraying perpetually uncomplexed inhabitants While foam slowly oozes from any unfilled cavity Rubber, fraying, faulted tubes filled with foreign ideas now escape it’s once fleshy coffin Time lapses while tucking in bedside lies to the shape of a familiar casted shadow Who will you be when it strikes for you

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every seed sowed was manifested, each life given paid off, each kiss from my mom, every hug from my dad. reasons, rather than asking why, ask why not? life is a vortex, resolves into one point, only the wise see it, only the diligent seek it. small world, big universe. live, love, dream.

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC

mystic-hunter

Vortexed life

every seed sowed was manifested, each life given paid off, each kiss from my mom, every hug from my dad. reasons, rather than asking why, ask why not? life is a vortex, resolves into one point, only the wise see it, only the diligent seek it. small world, big universe. live, love, dream.

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