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My mind is like a dangerous neighborhood
I try to never go there alone.
I thought that after all this time Id finally grown.
I met a spark that kindled my fire
How quickly it expired.
Enrapturing me in my sleep.
It burned so deep
It burned so deep.
Whispers of wonders invading my perception
Turns out it was self-deception.
I longed to continue in this delusion
But in the end it would be spiritual pollution.
How do I mend what I have done?
The separation has begun,
But the face of an angel lingers in my brain
I never meant to cause any pain.
If I could jump out of my skin and start again
Wisdom would have kept him as a friend..
If only he could have come to my side
Happily we would forever abide.
But reality is a dark hole
And a bleeding soul
A vacant hole
Where many travelers never go.
Once again its chill creeps down my spine
And I release the one I had to leave behind.
By: Sabina Nicole
Was I, a butterflying dreaming...
feeling how delightful*spring was;
flowers in bloom and trees sprouting over the small willow,
were a fascinating* scene to reminisce when heavy snow
would have covered all those captivating*, lush meadows!
Dreams were a vision I believed in so firmly,
more than entrancing*...they were almost real:
enrapturing* all senses to lose sight of reality...
hoping that one of them would have remained unchanged,
encouraging me to achieve the realization of a dream!
Ah, another long year has finally passed,
and I have returned as a butterfly to fly and dream!
It's still beautiful with the waigtails merrily warbling
and the long, pretty bluebells frantically swaying;
this is no illusion: things are as they seem!
Written by Andrew Crisci
for Constance La France's contest,
" Daydreams, Dreams and Dreams...."
7/15/2011
The other day
as I turned the corner
onto my quiet street
I saw a woman so perfect
she snatched my breath away
as she waited to cross the road.
It was like seeing a movie star
or a beauty queen up close--
my heart ached a bit, I confess,
when I thought, once, a long,
long time ago, I just might
have had a chance....
But now I'm just an old man
driving an old car to an old house.
I drove slowly and could see
her gracefully crossing the street
in my rear-view mirror, much
like a dream fading quickly away...
suddenly, from somewhere far
beyond my mind, I realized
the truth of what I saw: that
it was all stupid illusion--
she was young and beautiful,
I, old and lame, but those were
just markers on the wheel of time.
The wheel would turn,
my body would die, hers would age,
no longer enrapturing men: in a way,
she was already an old woman which
I could not see, nor could I see the
sweet child still playing within her.
When there are no more days left,
our souls will be free of the Wheel
and all the world's illusions will
seem as distant, fading dreams....
"Glossolalia"
I closed the external noise out,
and upon entry to that strange place
the colour of Love,
silence broke the heart open
like trumpets penetrate the heavens
revelations were opening in my mind,
and the invisible surrounding me
emerged visible making their presence
fully and clearly known,
and their whispers became beautiful very loud songs,
and glossolalia tripped off those strange messengers’ tongues
like poets, to me, they spoke and sung
another language, entirely foreign
yet totally understood,
and It and They, lifted myself higher,
and all those strange spirits
surrounding me rose en masse
like an ocean wave overcomes
and carries unprepared swimmers
back into a distant shore, drenched,
and like a child frolics in the ocean,
I was not afraid to turn around,
and swim out deeper, wanting more;
like a magnet their tides danced around me
and pulled me in and along with them,
emerging from the mist of the colour of that place
bathed in synethesia from the auras, of all,
such astonishment, the heart was crying with joy,
the strange sensation of tasting the scent of feeling
in all the beautiful glaringly loud colours of that place,
like an infant born again, pushing its way out
into something odd, a new world, emerging novel,
unhackneyed original shining piercing light
from the body like an orb that cracked open
the old darkness and drew in the new creation,
the Light glowing like armour naked untouchable, merkabah,
yet touching and reaching, ascending higher plains
with divine Xenoglossy beings, We are, paranormal phenomena
now sometimes seen as pareidolia in the clouds
writing, singing, speaking supernature to the ordinary natural,
understanding all, not just one over the other, we understand All
The Xenolalia singing Glossolalia
enrapturing all, on their way home
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Some mornings I awaken slowly
to knowing too much
and yet never enough.
Some nights I drift off quickly
feeling too many disassociating memories,
never inviting enough connection.
Sometimes invitation into a healthier life
feels like addiction to wealthier love,
and vice versa.
Sometimes I wonder who decides
when a pregnancy has reached perfect climax;
Where more time inside would become toxic
yet not too soon for optimizing healthy outside invitation
into Earth's deeper and wider Gaian womb
of spiraling revolution.
Sometimes I feel changed
transformed
more cooperatively win/win co-acclimated
transubstantiated
creolizing
reformed
returning
reviewed by EarthMother ancestors
fulfilling MotherEarth's rebirth
of DNA-inspired nurturing nutritional prophecies
throughout history's Six Great Extinctions.
Sometimes we become the post-millennial herstory,
perfectly timed,
not too critically hot
and not too chronically cold
AllSouls culmination of climate rebirthing risk
and mutually therapeutic opportunity;
The Seventh bicameral enrapturing regeneration,
Left ego-natures
and Right eco-spirited,
secular/sacred cooperative,
Either/Or and Both/And
RightBrain more prominently egalitarian,
win/lose and win/win strategic health-game players
universal and unitarian,
walled ego-identities
and yet webbed ecotherapists
Yanged Yinning
seventh inning,
Three dimensional massive space energy
with One ZeroZone bilaterally open suspension
linear and yet non-linear,
perhaps wave spiraling solar and lunar revolutions
from EarthMother back
back
back into MotherEarth
restoring healthy prophetic rebirth,
not too ego-opportunistically soon
and yet not too ecopolitically late.
Some mornings I awaken quickly
to knowing too much toxic history
and yet never enough therapeutic re-creative herstory.
Dear Quintain, how beautiful you are,
allowing us to paint the spacious sea or sky,
landscapes, or nights’ celestial bodies beckoning from afar.
Even when my quill is running dry,
with you along, my thoughts are sure to fly!
For all I need to do
is let you slip inside, then nestle in my brain.
The pattern of rhyme required by you
is not too difficult; here I will remain
content to write with you, dear Quintain.
Your English form, so lovely, does not ask
that we adhere to meter even though
I want to dance your lines as I bask
in your sweet simple charms, and lo!
My quill has filled; my lines now start to flow!
I’ll keep on going for two stanzas more
because I wish to sing
your praises! My mind is like a shore
upon which you are tumbling, glistening!
A sea of inspiration you bring.
Continue on - through poets - bringing words
that paint our world, entreating all to see
God’s gifts or to enjoy the singing birds,
taste clear mountain springs, and smell the salty sea.
Continue, dear Quintain, enrapturing me.
Written 8/17/2015 , this is English Quintain, which has rhyme scheme of ababb and the lines do not have to be consistent in syllable count
Midnight skies encompassed the Earth
As the wind gently ruffled my tesselated dress
My feet caressed the soil
As I neared the edge
Cold waters spilled through my fingers
As I fused them into the stream
Redolent and succulence suffused my senses
Enrapturing me towards an evocative harvest
Dulcet lips pressed against mine
Our two hearts become idyllic
Your eyes are crystalline as you stare back into mine and
We unite, you become my chrysalis
Our ways are without form
Our souls are exuberant, care free
Nature becomes a somnolent lullaby
As you caress me in your arms
Gracefully
You are opening my cellar door
My heart is no longer lost in oblivion
Ever long, I am yours
My pendaulum, my lily in the pond
A kaleidoscope of wisteria
Your love knocks me out cold
Until I hear sonorous tintinnabulations
Your lyrical tongue awakens me
Painting enticing visions
The words you speak, resonate in my eyes
I'm tongue tied and mesmerized
Clinging to isolation
My world had stood still...
A dead spherical hell
Before I knew your name
Your words succumb serpents
Yet justify angels
Bring curved smiles
Rolled eyes of jealousy
When I open my eyes to hear your melody
I fall for you and land in soft autumn leaves
I capture menacing memories
Trap them in a jar
Tie it with a pretty bow
Just to smash it
And never feel that low again
You bring out my hunger
With you I finally realize
I'm human
I'm not lucid...
I'm just a wildflower.
Taking a walk by the lovely lake
under the canopy of the sunlight
watching its effect on the water
makes one wish never-ending night
With your loved one hand in hand
thinking only of one’s deep affection
wishing never to let go of your grip
feeling assured this is a pure connection
The night's atmosphere so haunting
making each one’s love to inspire
stillness is so totally enrapturing
a moment you never want to tire
Consider well this providential act
that brought us both to be as one
stand amazed this all happened
by a divine hand, this has done
This is a wonder one has to behold
love fully pictured by this late walk
love so beautifully meant to share
memories that a kiss could not block
(walking hand in hand!)
Harsh cold breaths blowing gale force pounding drum bold
to the lightning striking blue diamond against ice freezing cold
Enrapturing a dark ebony satin night sky white silk cream velvet clouds
as the snow capped mountain lights up in a silver mist gleaming sparkles
One chain running a flood down the face as clouds of heaven open gates
lashing downpours of heavy pelting rain mixed with hail driven like bullets
Harshly outside roaring thunderstorms waves of air tossing this ship asleep
crying waves of voices through the breeze howling out rocking
Bending blows bowing down and asking for mercy the trees cry out moaning
spirits of the wind branches getting tore from the limbs standing to defense
Turf upon the fire rising white smoke signals it's warm here love
on this lonely cold winters night smiling faraway kisses a dream
Charming within deep loving warmth shipwrecked alone
crying howls into a cold full face moon entranced beautiful
#### Swamming Sea Turtles ~ Inspiring beauty!! ####
Solacing the land,Coast to coast,
Love, fire and Toast to toast,
Erotic Love ~ The god's gift resulted into Young baby chap!!
Sea bracing golden sand,
Sun blossomed with the early dawn,
Carapace shell ~ Turtle mingled with the outside world easily!!
With the early day spring,
Rose to fame on the Sea shore,
Peck on cheeks ~ Baby turtles ejecting out of the shell!!
Moonlighting the world of parents,
Holding the fragile soft feet,making insane,
Blessed armour ~ In its peer way, removing the blues down the lane!!
Twinge of guilt, Parents pays,
Moving slowly and steadily blinking the rays,
Finding hard, trying to hold them,
Thatcher moment ~ To act in a sensible way!!
Dainty delicated tender arms,
Ohh my sweet little lucky charm,
Fueled up energy,triggered my heart,
Chyming Heart ~ You Resolved the riddle of my life!!
In an autumn,
Prairie grass lying at the base of elevated mountains,
The words melted in my mouth,
Pleasant sheathe ~ Enrapturing attention seeker, You flared my cotton sky!!
Oh my rabbit eyes,
You changed my world!!
Luminous asteroid ~ Miraculously, You changed the stars of my planet!!