Best Tapping Into Poems
A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait,
etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy,
silhouette of black lace frilled clouds,
in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl,
amber moon whose gleaming radiance bemused awhile,
at the stark underbelly of flickering candles,
that the urban nocturne spellbound revel in perchance,
sleep pattern held captive by ethereal bliss,
angelic dreams wrapped in opal tincture,
what optic relishes await at early first light,
a colourfast dawn unveils it’s bronze bespoke banner,
heaven bound yellow flare insouciant whim,
red orange burst sky a stirring presage,
for wingspan flight of stone gray plume creature,
natural world usher whose gold throat cadence,
rouses wonderment among the persimmon trees,
tapping into human yearning for awestruck omen,
Kashmir bright velvet hue azimuth a scant gem,
yet sapphire orb twinkles close or distant lure
might embolden dull minds with ardent spark
Sleepwalking through the day
there’s a heavy price to pay
Tapping into feelings within her
opportunity gone-a-glimmer
Friendships never formed
lives never transformed
Delicacies swallowed whole
unseen flight of the oriole
[MILITARY PHILOSOPHY]: METTLE IS A BETTER WORD OR TERM!
Might strength along with an image be a concept to consider?
Else, to be strong is considered to be mighty.
Tapping into another’s reserve is a way to achieve an advantage.
The test of fate is allowed.
Like acquiring power from a source of pleasure.
Easy seen when you win.
Inoculate your fortress to be invincible.
Surface your mind to ruminate stratagem.
Absolute absorption of the power you possess.
Be of focus and conquest.
Engage your thoughts and emerge with invigorating ideas.
Trade show your heavy artillery to those you trust.
Take away knowledge to acumen the estate.
Establish an institution of today.
Respond when required even if vulnerability is present.
Wage efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Ornate to eradicate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Defeat downfall and roar once again.
Obstinate for thorough insight.
Resist when in question.
Time efficaciously for thorough use of all resources.
Edify to educate poor will.
Ruminate the home front amply.
Muddle downfall to roar once again.
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Written December 15, 2015!
When it comes to being a good father what do most young black men see?
Can they picture their fathers passing down any legacies?
Do they remember any male bonding or talks on how to be good men?
Do they have any perceptions or even comprehend?
Unfortunately too many households are single parent with only a mother in residency
Caused by incarceration, unemployment and dysfunctional inadequacies
Too many don't have a clue of what a good father should be
As the father factor in their lives was one of obscurity
But God is the ultimate father figure to each and every man
And if you desire to be like Him read His words and follow His plans
To become a good father you must examine the Holy Scriptures
And hopefully you'll be able to obtain a good father picture
Now tapping into God's heavenly Twitter account
And Facebooking the Gospel to see what its all about
Fully prepared to formulate, cultivate and stimulate your spiritual life
So that your behavior and way of thinking lines up with Jesus the Christ
A picture of a good father is a man who leaves a financial legacy
So that his children won't exist in a state of abject poverty
By showing them how to save and how to invest
Leaving a fruitful inheritance and a full hope chest
A picture of a good father is a man whose vine is rooted in a strong foundation
And structured to lift him up in godly formation
Respectful, resilient, loving, loyal and kind
Of strong moral conviction and secure in his mind
Knowing who he is and what he could be
And having healthy relationships with every member of his family
So if you're broken, bitter, angry and have any doubts
Seek God and a professional to help you work it out
And i say this to all women and I hope you receive
You need to let a man be a man to his family
Stop disrespecting him and put your anger and pride to the side
He is doing the best he can so work with him by walking stride for stride
A picture of a good father is a man concerned about his community
Who comprehends we live in a global society
A man who gets involved and not stay isolated
As we are all a part of this world that God created
A picture of a good father is a man who loves and respects his family and community
A man strongly rooted, striding humbly and secure in his spirituality
near-death experiences enhanced psychic powers
hypnotic readings, memories dissolving when he woke
“Sleeping Prophet’s” two eyes fluttered to a close
spirit eye probing universal consciousness
Edgar Cayce credited with medical breakthroughs
deemed the “Father of Holistic Healing”
out-of-body journeys to afterlife realms
history uncovered, tapping into Akashic Records
astonishing accounts of every life born
fourteen-thousand other world journeys
Atlantis, Lemuria, lost civilizations
third-eye concepts know no time/space parameters
Note: Dedicated to Edgar Cayce (1877-1945)
*Entry for Rick’s “Spirit Eye” contest
Standing at the proverbial crossroads,
tapping into the game like Morse code.
Cutting my loses as I've lost loads,
Nothing more to lose, I'm like frost...
Froze my assets switching to boss mode.
Are ya out my ass yet? Its like I dropped those kids at the pool.
There's no stopping this like a loose stool.
No copying my spits, no deuce fools.
That means no equal, I rebuke tools.
There ain't no sequel, so I puke rules.
In order to break them, like pharmaceutical's.
I advise you to take em. Refutable?
Don't ask why, I didn't make em.
You'll find its suitable to discuss why ya hate em.
Rather than being mutable why don't ya state some...
Cold hard facts.
Wonder if its too late to get my old heart back.
The one I had as a child before they molded my heart black.
Just young and wild they told us they'd be back, to save us from ourselves.
I wonder where they at?
Living it up, not giving a F. Dancing on the ceiling.
I'm not bigging it up. Can't move past.
I'm digging it up once again,
Back is the incredible! who wants the fame?
Man that's hysterical! You'll get ya accolades like a clerical error.
They don't want ya to know ya credible.
A terrible era we find ourselves in.
And what's on my mind probably ain't helping.
Stepping on toes in kindness, just to hear ya yelping.
Repping my foes ain't blindness, as I write this I'm melting.
Back to room temp, a comfortable state and felt things...
I never ever ever felt before.
A good feeling, an endeavour etc forever adored.
excavation underway
'neath the paw of Egypt’s Sphinx
is Cayce’s prediction coming true?
will the meaning of life be found?
on an astral plane there can be no lies
no secrets, no masks, no questions
thoughts and fears of every creature born
may yet be uncovered
no man or woman will be greater than another
all are equal in the Hall of Akashic Records
spiritual realm
where history is laid to rest
each night I turn out the light
dreams uncover memories
but are they mine?
or am I tapping into the vault?
some say Egyptians lacked technology
needed to create pyramids
perhaps by digging beneath the paw
we’ll tap a greater consciousness
be it of this world or another
secrets of our universe abound
resting in sacred storage
beneath the hallowed ground
*Entry for the Secrets Contest sponsored by Faraz Ajmal
The Hall of Akashic Records is a repository of mystical knowledge supposedly encoded in a non-physical plane of existence known as the astral plane.
Just as Edgar Cayce (aka “The Sleeping Prophet”) predicted,
a “vault” was found beneath the paw of the Sphinx in Egypt.
Cayce had stated that, "One day find the meaning of all life and creation
in what is known as the Hall of Records, in a chamber under the Sphinx,
on the Giza Plateau in Egypt."
Your body is being hacked,
He’s tapping into you and that’s a fact,
Build up your safety wall or he’ll get through,
You need to keep your shield up to protect you,
He wants you to feel fear,
So you shed a tear,
He wants to see you cry,
When you hear his lies,
He’s attacking your files,
And is about to shoot,
You need to charge up so you can reboot.
Your mind’s being tampered with,
He’s looking for the key, that where he wants to live.
He’s using your technology to trap you,
So be aware of what you watch and listen to,
He wants you all confused,
So its his way you choose,
He wants you to feel stressed,
So your life’s a mess, he’s travelling fast spreading the virus,
You need to change your password on your wireless.
A dark spirit’s out to get out youth,
We must equip them so they all know the truth,
My generation, lives in the dark,
We need to pray together, so God can make his mark,
So watch what pollutes my mind, you never know, the devil might behind, you,
Need to be alert so you’re not re-hacked,
The devil will be back, back to attack,
But Gods got my back and that’s a fact.
Your idea of perfection is only reflection of your own spirit,
hear it now if they've chosen not to clear it,
up for you and whoever else is lost,
and while your create your world think of what it costs, to be free.
People die, lie and survive all for the sake of thee.
And understand that I am aware of what I speak of,
I'll be the first to admit what my etheric energy reeks of :P
I'm not afraid because I'm not a liar, it's that simple to fumigate the fire,
that you have let grow out of controlling,
never tapping into your subconscious without a good night of rolling.. or getting "trippy" , See I'll die one day but I be closer to people with me,
and until that day I'M ALIVE and certainly fits me :)
But, .. people say I'm crazy when I say I love you all,
and I pray that you stand up every time you fall.
I have respect and don't expect any praise at all,
my telephones my heart... I wonder when the world will call.
Spinning throughout this carticious cyclone and tattered by its storm?!
Standing; although within tricklings from fresh wounds yet still exposed
To be cast amid this subliminal subdivisions print and dyes, second act....
Entering stage left while exiting its right as the curtains slowly lower upon
Their intermissions enterprise; downsized, these voices that attend!?
Marquee mannequins now taking notes within their paper boats of, one side
White and another side black with a moonbeam rainbow; smiling as they
Cascade across the bright lights stage towards this rusted pot of gold....
Critique and review; plastered upon the front page of tomorrow mornings news
From a quarter and a dime unto a dollar twenty-five; overnight by those whom
Truly care; sitting upon their constitutional amendment rights and tapping
Into the heart of a society amid this hierarchy of which they serve....
Dinner and cocktails at nine beyound the blue collars dividing lines
Getting the things which you give when you get what, you do not need?!
Spinning throughout this carticious cyclone and tattered by its storm; standing
Although in pouring gashes from the slashes of still exposed within these
Carvings; aside the subliminal subdivisions cast and dyes, next act; entering
Stage right without exiting stage left and get in line as the marquee mannequins
Pass out new programs with one side wet and another side dry; red rainbows
Tapping into this critical hierarchies review; an overnights amending sensations....
Invitations to the banquet of, the handicapped in blind; these, what's and why's!?
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....“Subdivisions”
Sudden awakening that day
A landslide from inside
Expelled
Deep resentments built for years
Tapping into fears
The day reason died
Dystopian awakening that day
Tyranny unleashed by choice
Willing
Votes for disruption
Volcanic irruption
Anguish given a voice
Rude awakening that day
The suddenness of realisation
Transformed
Promises on the hoof
With no basis in truth
A political improvisation
Crazy awakening that day
Diagnosed as insane
Overcoming
A rancorous election
Regrets in reflection
Trumped by bewildering pain
The most beautiful women
are those tragically unaware
Of the allure they possess
Modest, selfless, lovely...
Adoring all things sentimental
Cherishing moments others look past
Thoughtfully considering others perspective
Ensnared by the trappings of honest emotion
Lacking pretentious, overly dramatic outbursts...
Genuine, sincere, caring...
The most beautiful women
are those innately creative souls
tapping into their conscience
and beyond to place perspective
on the light and dark in life...
Capsulating the joys and sorrows
into page, and canvas, and mind
Imaginative, artistic, inspiring
As I read poems reflecting
Love, Hate, Life, Family, and friends
inspiration, introspection...
some fiercely descriptive...others light and whimsical
All shedding light on the wonders of your mind...
Ladies of PoetrySoup...The most beautiful women...are YOU!!
There’s no greater symbolism of life than a sunrise
It is reminiscent of the book of Genesis, “Let there be light”
The slow reopening of a blinded eyesight from prolonged darkness
Of a proud father smiling at his children and their loving mother
His heartbeat is seeing the happiness they hold in their faces
Nothing compares to feeling of the warmth of the sun's rays
There’s a hidden power descending, working from within
That gives you, the earth pure energy, simultaneously like a water sprinklers
Tapping into the universe, harnessing the ultimate force
Love is the garden at the centre of the cosmos, the source, the roots
The silent wind blows through multidirectional space
No gale wind can rival the ferocity of even the slightest whiff
Entire worlds tumble at its dragon breath
Pumping sunlight that gives rise to water and heat
The silent wind rises through a vacuum like a swinging sickle
A gust of sunshine riding a particle on a mission of love
To care for more than just what it was meant for like a golden fan
There’s a uniqueness about our blue-water like sphere
A significance that allowed this orbit to have an existing planet
A purpose we must fulfil as the silent wind allows us to plough in these cornfields
News is there is water ice on the darkest side
of the moon, I wouldn’t drink it just yet,
A gray dirt snow cone is what we’ll get!
Sustaining the cislunar economy, or
linking the moon to the Earth is everything.
Our psyche thirsts for it, bursts of lunar power.
Moon water made during the full moon
or the new moon is most potent.
Tapping into the Luna’s source by steeping
it’s moonglaze, and underneath tomorrow’s
“Ice Moon” it’ll be charged fully.
We are seventy percent water.
The moon affects earthly phenomena,
like tides with its gravitational force.
Our mental state changes with the moon’s phases.
We absorb the Luna's positive aura.
A rare thunderstorm on a full luminous orb,
collects in a glass the energy of the moon
directly under its glow. Charged by the moon’s energy,
Energy so intense it moves oceans!
Who would have known,
your roots were hidden, deep,
beyond the shadows that would keep you,
dancin'in the street?
Being just a bum when it all began,
when you were very young.
And who knew the circumstances...
of your own poverty?
From a mother
who couldn't cope,
and left you all alone...
and abandoned?
And you found yourself,
sleeping...
on those park benches
in Kennington.
But then, you met the organ man,
there in East Street,
where you tapped into the lightness...
of your own dance.
Creating that special place
in your imagination,
and you would escape...
and become the vaudeville man.
Living with a plan,
that would bring you fame and fortune!
With cane and hat, strutting your stuff,
along some promenade.
Yet being so afraid,inside,
you couldn't hide that sadness...
on your sleeve.
But it would all appear in your dress,
what a mess!
And there, along some tavern street,
you would meet and greet the ladies,
and find yourself again,
tapping into your own ballet...
With a glimmer in your eye.
and driven to succeed,
who knew the suffering you would face...
from your loneliness melancholy ways?
On stage,
you were on...
never ceasing
to play a part.
But off stage,
was a tale of a whole different guy,
being lonely and shy, and rather
reserved.
And you became the comedian in your time,
when mine struck the ultimate chord for your success,
and you imitated...
the inebriate!