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My Future Self

“looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was I’m different now, though not without flaws Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn” Unseeking Seeker
Life is like a revolving carousel, moving in interminable circles, revealing rainbow arcs when clouds cloak the silver-stringed alchemy floating above rivers rippling with rhinestone ruins. And time has been a blunt mentor, ticking truths to guide us to a sphere of silence, where, in stillness, we allow the flow of nature to be the soporific voice, reverberating reality with healing laws and lessons from musical minutes rushing through vintage leaves and blooming buds. I remember I was once a stringless parachute lost within the brutal blows of manipulative monsters, intoxicated by self-destruction, while currents of crashing tides pushed me upon the crisp cusps of darkness and despair. I’ve surfed through deceptive waters surrounded by the venomous spines of scorpionfish and poisonous urchins, which stung my vulnerable psyche, submerging me in a sea cave of splintered sapphires and spiteful souvenirs. There, I saw no colors of clarity, and swirled to the vicious tunes sung by turquoise tentacles, oblivious to the flicker of comic light that sparkles with faith amidst ice-green lies spoken in familiar accents. For I was chained with pearls and diamonds, dressed in glistening greed and superficial remnants, disconnected from the sacred symphonies within my soul. But as the midnight glow of the divine moon envelops my skin like chiffon lace, veiling the shame tattooed in burgundy across sleeping skies, I close my eyes, tread along an astral path, purifying my flawed aura, rinsing away tarnished topaz, as seraphic gems adorning twilight unfold an awakening in the most hypnotic rhythm. “O beloved almighty, forgive my fatigued heart tangled in unseasoned fears. Today I shall surrender to the blissful blues and zestful hues, burying my fragile ego six feet beneath, where I waltz, as I embrace the chorus of chrysanthemum anthems, no longer dwelling in drowsiness, for in this realm of spirituality, I feel sanctified jasmines delicately illuminate my senses with tulsi tranquility.” On the quest to find my true twin flame, I’ve found flares of faith resurrecting the burnt cosmos within my consciousness. So here I weave an ode to the seventh garden of Zen, perfumed with pristine peace. I am now the reflection of the shimmering face of an ethereal crescent, still nurturing wilted wisterias, with patience and mindfulness.

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Date: 12/16/2024 11:12:00 PM
What a transforming journey from perdition to salvation, from extermination to reconstruction, from defeat to victory! "I remember I was once a stringless parachute lost within the brutal blows of manipulative monsters," Once you were aimless, but you found the source of inner light shining within you that you are now a pilgrim on the quest to find your twin flame. Though you have been passing through many trials, you are now a totally altered person who has risen above all afflictions of life and one who has learned to give no importance to the trivialities of the past and is bent on being guided by the eternal light to enjoy peace and live in the present moment. An amazing poem. Your lovely alliterations seem to come so naturally to you. The use of powerful metaphors make your poems an all time delight.
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Date: 9/17/2024 10:18:00 AM
You've hit on so many important aspects of growth... sounds like you know what your talking about here. Without these experiences good and bad we can't grow into the person we were meant to be, the person e wish to be. Lovely and true...xoxo
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Date: 9/16/2024 3:45:00 AM
rich write dear poet. congratulations. you inspire us blessed poet.
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Date: 9/15/2024 9:01:00 AM
Congrats for your win. We both made the list. I am so glad for us!
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Date: 9/13/2024 4:37:00 PM
I really liked your extended metaphor of being pushed by currents into darkness. Then the ending stanzas became more and more positive and lovely . Beautiful work, Sweetie. Looks like you are getting in all the writing you wanted to do.
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Date: 9/13/2024 2:28:00 PM
IE, you've created a wonderful set of images that describe the trials we go through and that don't end up with the results we would like. As you say, time is a blunt mentor. I think for some of us, we have to try on a variety of "hats" to see how it feels. When it's bad, we can put that hat in the closet permanently. There is always some regret and shame, but we can, as you indicate, frame all of this in a more positive manner. I am smiling as you describe aspects of therapy and what it takes to feel good. Nothing like enjoying the present after all that has happened. You remind us that no one is perfect, and that is OK.
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Date: 9/12/2024 10:32:00 AM
Change, hope, and death, this is an emotional spiral of poetic creativity. Thank you for your creative genius.
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Date: 9/12/2024 5:44:00 AM
‘ lost within the brutal blows of manipulative monsters’. It’s such a crazy world. Always looking around the corner. This was a wonderful write. Enjoyed reading it. Robert
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Date: 9/12/2024 5:12:00 AM
"ticking truths to guide us to a sphere of silence, where, in stillness, we allow the flow of nature to be the soporific voice," -- I am a great believer in The Silence, or quiet meditation. "I close my eyes, tread along an astral path, purifying my flawed aura," -- Indeed the astral is where we meet ourselves, not always pleasant...but a grace non the less. "shimmering face of an ethereal crescent, still nurturing wilted wisterias, with patience and mindfulness." -- yep, ego a persistent stinger.
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Date: 9/12/2024 4:11:00 AM
Dear Empress, what a great passage of time poem that reflects a journey from a troubled past to enlightenment for physical, emotional, and spiritual growth. The use of metaphors just makes it that much more powerful and pulled me right into your world. What really enhanced for me were the sensory aspects, specifically visual and tactile. I loved this line: "O beloved almighty, forgive my fatigued heart tangled in unseasoned fears. Empress what makes a great poem are the way words are used to show the heart of the poet and your heart is all over this poem. In turn it enters into my mind and heart which makes it doubly wonderful. A heartfelt FAV! - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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Date: 9/12/2024 3:40:00 AM
I feel sanctified jasmines delicately illuminate my senses with tulsi tranquility.” Somehow I'm not surprised, when you write like this, ? I can only imagine God's kiss for you, it most have been heavenly. Love you! soul sister
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Date: 9/11/2024 12:42:00 PM
Jeez this is a metaphorical masterpiece.. The opening lines convey the circular nature of existence, likening it to a "revolving carousel"—a poignant metaphor for life's repetitive challenges and fleeting moments of beauty, as shown by the "rainbow arcs" and "rhinestone ruins" that suggest moments of joy and hardship. I like how your poem culminates in a celebration of "flares of faith" and the discovery of inner peace. Your connection to the "seventh garden of Zen" and the nurturing of "wilted wisterias" reflect a newfound patience, mindfulness, and self-awareness. The closing image of being a "reflection of the shimmering face of an ethereal crescent" highlights the speaker’s transcendence and acceptance, having embraced their journey and the lessons it offered. I guess this is what good love can do to a person..
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Date: 9/11/2024 11:26:00 AM
Life is like a revolving carousel, moving in interminable circles,.. mmmm the kind of movement that brings to the piece… in stillness, we allow the flow of nature to be the soporific voice,.. damn that sounds like a breeze.. I’ve surfed through deceptive waters surrounded by the venomous spines of scorpionfish and poisonous urchins… ooo child the power!!! I was chained with pearls and diamonds,… cursed shackles.. forgive my fatigued heart… mmm I feel u papi!! My heart feel feverish too .. I weave an ode to the seventh garden of Zen,… ooo child look at that flow of dreaminess!!! This is an absolute glaze of beauty!! The alliterations the metaphors !!! Mmm to die for!!
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Date: 9/11/2024 9:37:00 AM
I wonder, will you look back on this someday...in "future"- after passing, your place now in the cosmocs...will you see it agaiin, and be in disbelief at how far you've come...I hope so. Beautiful, beautiful writing-
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Date: 9/12/2024 2:32:00 AM
Awwn dear sweet paige, i actually never read my poems again, or for a second time, except for one of my poems called “Deafening silence” And thats because a spoken word artist, read it. Haha: when i read my poems i find things i want to change in them so i dont, but in the future maybe who knows: you are so kind and sweet thank you always truly I appreciate your support
Date: 9/11/2024 9:08:00 AM
Wow! Speechless .
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Date: 9/11/2024 9:09:00 AM
Bahah really? Is it cus of the length lolol

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