Ghairo Daniels Poet Other

where scorpions have no sting

When your name flits before my radar the unconditionality of rupture from Nothingness into form births calligraphy __ 
written into meteorites to crash planets making ***
              *******      ***^^%   FIRE *** !

When I think of you our alpha binary star sheds rainbow droplets watering ponds of my vibrations  melting into Void before it explodes 
                     *+  f l a s h i n g  

I see Finger of God blooding your veins in  magenta and teal, their hz not discerning what frequency to compose upon desert sand dune invitations, where scorpions have no 
                      s T i N g

When your name tipples my mind human law releases its heavy brocade to skim ocean waves with porpoise grace… water molecules reflecting what mirrors cannot perceive, as shores of white pebbles  b 
                  a
                      B
                           b
                                L
                                    e   (...)

Excalibur sheathes itself ~  his one pointed  blackness to flash dripping sweat upon moss grass where Mantis prays in green 

               SOLITUDE

Minds move into cupboards on shelves of no return replaced by arteries of my Core in quiet  reminisce of voiceless 
                    h y m n i n g 

Memories of Atlantean fountains, Ancient Egyptian gardens of herbs or musty cells of the Bastille merge into Portuguese fishing nets, Russian roulette, then sunflower farms of our
unclaimed 
          Labour _______

Feelings, stories, verses, haikus arise from human aches for expression or expansion when our yin-yang can only speak through the fingertips of the All’s 
           inexpressibility

Seasons come and go on timelines, grids
our mitochondrial vestiges not knowing verticals from horizontals with merkabas travelling but to   light dark corners of 
                                  d
                                   e
                                    c
                                       ay 

Symbols, sigillographies, parchments or scripture 
dissipate into coded intelligences we do not require as Language of Love is mythological beyond 
                k n o W I n g n e s s 

So let us embrace snowglobes, dandelions 
shells … knowing they are but tools of fictional games on fields 
in villages for our essences to gather resolve 
                   
                        TO  BE …O U R S E L V E S 

    __________

[HONORABLE WINNER :Allpoetry Contest: 
April 26 [ Theme : When I think of You ]

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Paige Hind March 23, 2026 at 5:52 PM Woah, some powerful stuff, what a passion you have!! Phew... :) <3 Ghairo Daniels March 23, 2026 at 6:26 PM Don’t know how you manage to read several poems by one poet in one go, Paige. I manage only one poem per poet, then need another fractal. Lol. Shine on.