Best Outwards Poems

Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards

Riding the briny mist 
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant companion
Hearing the distant voices, the silent tears
The bursts of passion...

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"Frosted"



A penny for your thoughts?
Scratch that thought.



Thoughts are worth more than pennies
Thoughts are legions of brilliant glistening diamonds 
shining dormant undiscovered in a deep deep dark cave
veins in the walls of The Catacombs blood art fuses lit 
burn and sizzle bright like gunpowder travelling from...

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Do come, my love, for I insist!
Within the darkest crevices of time, we fight, we cry, I die
As vision gives us knowledge, we descend farther into the grime
Curiouser and curiouser, we fall in dark crevices of time

Molded by imagination’s ink, the tentacles stretch outward
Singed from...

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In the heart of the blackest abyss, down, 
Down, in fathoms deep crypt, where light
Does not penetrate, and the structured protective hauls,
Of men, are crushed beneath pressures massive
Weight, of the oceans deepest depth.
This is truly inner spaces aquatic zone of the
Unknown, a realm of stilled...

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A stone round standing fortress crowns forever beauty
The name translated to english Grianan means sunny spot or sun temple
The land bows down inspirational the view 
seat of the high kings dating back to 1700 B.C
Overlooking Lough Swilly and Lough Foyle
Eogháin, after whom Inishowen is named
was...

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An earthen gray memorial stands alone against
A rugged desert landscape, built by the mortal
Hands of the faithful.
No bells do ring, in the churches steeple, but in the
Heart of Texas it's sounding message can never
Be silenced, remember the Alamo.
For the fighting men of valor's honors sacrificed,
All...

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Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of...

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If bristles are mouth
I shall use them to praise
And my hairs are mouth
I shall use them to praise
For He's leading my way upon the choice I made
For roads are many and manta devours my head
In an abyssal ocean; brain drenched of ideation,
Still I swam a...

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"The Phenomenal Transient World"



I had a thought
it came 
from Me

that internal Me
the Me, that Is,
I Am 

It traversed a 
world outwards
from inside

like the rings
recorded in the 
trunk of a tree

like the rings 
of water rippling
skipping stones 

they moved on 
electric currents
outwards 

into the vortex 
of...

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an hour before docking
it was ice cold and freezing
as the vessel, like scissors
cut clean through the swell

and the ship’s horn then sounded
and woke those still sleeping
startling the standing
and the seagulls as well

and the door opened outwards
on a windswept and dark deck
as a lighthouse and headland...

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English oak tree, named Quercus robur; though known as Her Majesty now
Named Majesty of the Woods; etiquette requires in my presence one must bow
Growing my branches outwards, thus enhancing the width of my canopy 
Lifespan extended as I nurtured my limbs, stretching them horizontally 
Its...

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The young boy woke up floating, effortlessly above
his own little, living, breathing, body
that could be clearly seen below
with his own intangible eyes,
drifting… 
as if he were a concealed cloud or Zephyr wind
suspended within
the borders of his bedroom walls. 

A sky full of galaxies and stars
were...

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Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
 
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
 
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
 
Morning...

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A continuation of The World Above Me, a special collaberation between myself and my good friend Justin Connor

8/17/12
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The shelter opens its door to the world above me
Never have I seen so much destruction

My eyes get used to the brightness,
An unwanted tear trickling down my cheek
But...

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You throw a rock into a pool.

Watch the concentric ring slowly expand
from its point of origin.
Its curvature infinite. Shape pristine.
And yet... there it dissipates
at the subtle sternness of the wind.
To blend with all the other blemishes
on the surface of the stream.

You try not to think...

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