Conjured Poems - Poems about Conjured

...Negating nothing, accepting what is, we begin then with this organic shell, where stuporous mind treats life like a quiz, birthing fears though heart tells us all is well. For our well-being, we ......Read the rest...

...hemmed in within a realm conjured by mind ~ I floundered about therein, like the blind......Read the rest...

...The consistency of mystery Drenched in it's simplicity Wrought with what would seem to be To our participants complacency For a golden opportunity A trick our minds eye think they see If not......Read the rest...

...The emotions of Romeo & Juliet, always bold from the start; Blessed to feel so deeply, no matter the distress; Make no mistake the heart does suffer; Simply breathing is barely living, to ......Read the rest...

...Deliberately recognizing the sun against the moonbeams I see your eyes gleam and your happiness screams Into my eager ears over the years and I’m tension-whelmed with the tears I shed Hanging at t......Read the rest...

...the field is no longer there where all of youth and ego collided and her first glance was seen but shied from all to be born in a thousand recollections the field is no longer there whe......Read the rest...

...Our stance is drooped and eyes downcast; desires we cling to, do not last. Thought forms appear and disappear; let our life course, scent of love steer. Life lived thus far seems like a dream, ......Read the rest...

...the head ovoid a floating balloon tethered to heart where we dwell we notice thoughts as also sensations at play therein feeding the ego agape love humming in toroidal heart simply lo......Read the rest...

...the bliss we sought has now intensified although it matters not if our form bursts it is abundantly clear we have been to lied for it is the ego conjured identity that thirsts this matrix of m......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A clear spring night. I walk outside glancing up into the sky. The night sky is miraculous, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as she f......Read the rest...

...How still is our stillness if thought forms arise, each flicker having origins in ego, a flaming ember, which never ever dies, unless we’re empty and completely let go, which if be the case, befr......Read the rest...

... For the schematic inducement of compulsive being, the transmuting tenet of identity changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange, while the conjured chameleon paints the shifting faç......Read the rest...

...Bedsit Sit beside your bed And wallow there please The world doesn't want to see you today Even you don't want to see you today Oh god why does everything hurt And why do I feel so crap......Read the rest...

...The be all and end all So rapid in and out of context Illusion mostly, loitered in Facts change We are not in a whirlpool The end and the beginning Interchangeable often Pins and needles Re......Read the rest...

...as soul eternal in the womb of space we are the all that is albeit as a module containerised in form to learn by touch the truth of love in this dualistic realm of sharp contrast in still......Read the rest...