celestial inclusiveness

Apr 2015

Sjr1000

Rainbows cross the silent sun,
The full moon lingers on the horizon still,
The comet has come.

The Earth stands still,
A cosmic event unfolds,
The winds are silent now,
The Earth beholds us here,
Wondering what it is we are doing.

The last woman standing
sinks to her knees,
Her tears to the soil falls,
A flowering life unfolds,
Ancient cycles perish,
New intelligence begins,
We behold what we have wrought
and
What we can create.

A cloud forms into a giant question mark
across the vast skyway,
Eyes seek answers
undefined,
Time stands still
we still don't know why.

As a chorus
we all sing our song
love emerges
in a single sound
stillness echoes
peace is finally found.

Steve's 180th Hippie dream of peace.
Earth Day
2015.

Apr 2015

Onoma

Recite Them

There will come
a moment when,
That which has
always read between
the lines...
will recite them
back fully...
them meaning Us
waiting on lines,
infinite...till we
mean That.

Apr 2015

poetessa diabolica

Dandelions caught fire

Pondering on diffused starlight,
  dandelions caught rapid fire
     when a glimpse of wishes
       went up in smoky embers,
hence the skies opened up
   as it rained crystal clarity,
neath each cloud burst
  a message of compunction
      for the earth was uneasy,
  that no one cared enough
    to take good care of its bounty
       and the wonders that be,
    as puddling imperfections
          of liquefied vigilance
     within teardrops of deliverance,
            cleansed its wounds once again**

                           *in yet another chance

Apr 2015

Nancy E Tracy

You're a Poet

If words can move you to faraway places
or open your heart as you read,
or sit in your mind
for hours at a time
It's poetry

If you rhyme or compose at every suggestion
of things that you hear or you see,
or if there's an obsession to write it all down
It's poetry

If you put down your fork on its way to your mouth
so you can pick up a pen
and jot down a note,
you are definitely a poet too.
(Courtesy of: Mike Essig)

If you think that you're different
You are

If you wonder about
or have any doubt
of whether or not you're a poet
You are

(Whether you like it or not)
(Thanks to HP poet Mike Essig for the added line)

Apr 2015

Musfiq us shaleheen

*waves seemed to push my feet again*

~~
Where I stand
Hundreds of thousands of years,
I see
Among times, a time,
In the form of waves
repeatedly touch my feet on the shore

In one milliseconds
with the speed of light
I go to the back of time
response could kiss my ancestors forehead
Come back again
In front of you

I beg love to you
If you give
After a moment,
An angel carries me to Space
To learn the secrets of creation

I do not know where is the end of the road
not to return home
not even call you at all
But continuing with the dreams
Running from one end to the other end of the universe

Anywhere else in the thought
The outcome beyond what is love
Then Another bunch of waves
Seemed to push my feet again-
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

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#love #dream #spiritual #mystic

Apr 2015

Onoma

Tropic-colored Inwardness

~The mindless premiere

of a

tropic-colored

inwardness,

reaching...

a handful may

transfigure

a crowd of atoms...

with the

dear life of it All~

Apr 2015

Elioinai

the shock of love

You hang my tear drops
like crystals from my bedroom ceiling
and pull the curtains back with a gasp
so all my shiny feelings
collide with yours throughout the air

A day spent with You is worth more than a thousand years elsewhere
Psalm 84:10-12

#love #tears #joy #light #laugh #moment #shine #crystal

Apr 2015

Chris

One more glimpse

.

I saw your eyes among the stars
     a twinkling midnight dream
even the full moon could not outshine,
       and drifting on a comet’s tail
  I chased them across the universe
           *hoping for just one more glimpse

Thank you for reading

Apr 2015

witchy woman

How To Disappear Completely

No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
Gone

Gone.

The titles also a radiohead song. But it doesnt seem like a bad idea. Erase everyones memories of me and just leave. Fall back into the everlong seas of black unconcious and then hopefully to the end of time- the extraterrestrial, super inconcievable meaning of life. I believe we find it when we die. I dont even know, I dont think anyone loves me so its about that time.

#depression #illness #anxiety #hope #mental #**** #wish #invisible #bipolar #socialanxiety