Automatic Writing Poems - Poems about Automatic Writing

... “Upon Waking” Slumber has its upsides while the outside runs around like a split fowlyard, cacophonous pecking at each other and at the ground… Elsewhere, like d......

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... From strange elixir of mind a form walks in forming strange lines, in a poem of a chant of a spell, encantrain echoes it's well. Where roses bloom, dead and spirits recite their bleed of......

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... "The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist" The Sleeper shone as she walked through the Woods shining alive like nothing natural could caught in the moonlight una......

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...The veil is there for a powerful reason, And yet some of us can see what prances from the other side Through automatic writing and psychometry We can immediately feel loved or frightened. It is......

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... "Laureate" Laureate speak now lofty phantom to my mind guide my hand I write I write I write receptor of communication things that are not mortal Luminiferou......

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...Alone at last. Now I can dance and sing. Get the old juke box out. Take those art lessons Alone at last. Meow. Meow. Never alone, she reminds me. Pat. Pat. Pat. She pats me down and curls u......

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... “Automatic” Push me back into a body of work written Taken three by ten plus two I visit her to hearken you Love never left the le......

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...the mighty bees came out of the walls with weird attitude they entered the infant which ended up well-baked. all the bubblegum streets suddenly turned ice-cold but meanwhile everyone sleeps and bl......

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...My mind is like kinetic energy At times when my creative energy Flows at higher frequencies And I sense the excitement of my poetry Grow into something I hope is inspiring To everyone ......

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...UFOs, Telepathy, Automatic Writing, Astral Travel, Near Death Experiences, These were the things I read when I was a child. When I was a teenager, I learned That biographies and autobiographi......

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...I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans, it squeaks and creaks in the still night, the trees are swaying dark shadows, reaching out for me- I wa......

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... I slowly open the old, rusty cemetery gate that groans, it squeaks and creaks in the still night, the trees are swaying dark shadows, reaching out for me- ......

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...The world is something we take delight in at times We are moving along the track Did you ever take the powers of light and touch them with the tip of your fingers? Automatic writing ......

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...streamlining trough the objections life presents the flower had a leaf but it repents sunshine through thou darkness while we blend the mixer destroys the suspect hopping hop-hop raining down wi......

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