Long Gemini Poems
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I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he was frustrated Feeling devestated, felt isolated, feeled truly aggravated Did I mention the love and hatred upon his eyes Or even the soul teared through a genocide A gemini inside, but set aside he felt terrified But through the lies disguised in your mind He was ultimately petrified...It was you that was scarier then ever, even his barrier Now I'm flying high like a harrier, with you i'm more marrier Was it scary cause of your terror, or your character? See I truly miss you miss, you're a beautiful beautious Broken and brutal, but with you I see what beauty is I love it, cause you're so humorous, is it obvious? I'm operating this auto race Just for you, I'd be dominating...I'd be going pedal to the metal, just till it's settled I just want to win a medal, I'm feeling kind of dreadful I've even beaten my only devil, going crazy, am I mental? Nah, it's where I extract scratched tangets and you stare vast in past pamphlets And you have no answers for your last math's classes, within exams I see you vanishing You close your eyes and drift in planets'n'canvases, and you crash in crafted canyons That clash with granite and imagitive paniced bandits with a habit that granted An attached handprint that reflected my poetic languages They call us anguished animals, but I pass on my damages, on through these messages See I may look different with my clothes that are charred and almost carved off I'm scorching like dark hearts, and warped like barked bronze Can you see I was meant for journalling? I'll be discerning them, as they see me surfacing I'll just be surging in, and it's you that i'd prefer to bring even out of all these earth-a-lings I hope it's permenant, you showed me what my purpose is, I needed the encouragement It was a form of your subtle perfectness, is it courteous that you bring me nervousness? Right now, you got me prouder then, all my extended ends, it's pride from you that i'm conjuring in.... Your loves got me flying high in your turbulence, it's a superb inherent gift, I don't think I could picture it, It has me feeling one with the churches and all my burning urges end...
Ascending from the dissension of time
You and I look so sublime
LA Times will get me on their news – h8ters gonna h8te
It’s my fate and I’m going to motorscape (motorcycle escape)
Away from your lane of insane
I’m an OCD guy
Who has an ADD brain
High like a butterfly
You don’t care and I don’t mind
Why am I greedy for the needy?
Because I want to be in need
Why am I rich in my dreams, yet poor in reality?
Because I live a double-standard life…I write and read…
I know you been smoking weed…why do you ruin your future seed?
I’m so sick of hearing your bickering
Now, the lights are flickering
I’m aggravated by the fact that everyone ignores
While I think in metaphors in my shining shores
Doing challenging chores is what I do best
If I don’t pass a test, I won’t detest – you, the west
And, I, the East…
You’re so beast…
North and South is a glory and grace way…
I’m having “one-of-those-days”… I’m a gemini in the month of May
“No way…”
Yes way.
Walls are closing in…as you zoom passed me…
You broke my heart from the start
Stars of scars and moons that look like suns
Shine upon me and I memorized it by heart
I’m mesmerized by your marvelous, careless ways
You played me over and over like warped-up plays
You played me in repeat…
As I tapped my feet
Against the floor…against the floor…
Against the ground you tread on…
Against the ground you tread on…
It’s all water under the bridge now
It’s all water under the bridge now
Somehow, I’ll forgive you
Maybe…but I won’t forget you
Jokes on me that I’m a delusional dreamer
Nightfall has held me in its arms and doused me with charms
Left unharmed…you make my lips creamier
Every time you kiss them…you make me melt like icecream…
I’m blushing…
I’m as embarrassed as ever
You treated me out and I’m thankful
I’m grateful…I’ll never say whatever
I’m married to loneliness…oh how I’m so grateful
But, sarcasm and negativity will leave in no time…
Because His positivity, love, faith and hope is so sublime
Sunrise never let me go…
Running out of time…
He won’t leave my side, so…
I’m dropping him off like a silver dime
H8ters gonna h8te
YOLO…is a secret crime I keep to myself – I can be sweet as an orange, but sour as a lime…
Luverz gonna luv
You grow like the weeds, the roses and the birds of time
A giant jellyfish was born
emitted from a neutron star
once on a whilom cosmic morn
amidst the stellar seas afar.
With tentacles from arcing crest,
medusa-like it hangs on high
cloudscaped with tendrils manifest
in astral sky of Gemini.
Exploding supernova yore—
whose light reached Earth so long ago
that last ice age was still at fore
and ocean levels then were low
by dint of all the ice around
compared to what they are today,
when history was oral bound
though art in caves was on display—
created nebula we see
dubbed ‘jellyfish’, made of debris
from remnant IC Four Four Three,
five thousand light-years from our spree
upon this tiny whirling world
of Man’s vaingloried destiny,
short-lived mid solar time unfurled,
in what’s to be or not to be.
If traveling at speed of light
it very well might take about
three hundred years of light-wave flight
to go across its width throughout.
The jellyfish on planet here
are oldest multi-organ group
of animals, found far and near
free-swimming often in a troop
that ocean currents might amass
together, and there is a class
immortal seeming, which can pass,
to prior stage, when foes harass.
In general, umbrella-shaped,
these creatures’ bells have trailing limbs
with stinging cells around them draped
to injure one who too close swims.
Pelagic animals, they dwell
in seas and oceans everywhere,
not all with venom to expel,
plus special senses; further they’re
adept at adaptation’s chain,
with range fantastic; by the way,
they manage well without a brain.
Could we learn from their résumé?
But back to Jellyfish in space,
a pulsar may have formed in blast,
or neutron star at rapid pace
which first burst inward, spinning fast.
The outer layers which caved in
bounced outward in that stellar scheme
of supernova with its spin
begetting radiation beam
that’s sweeping by like lighthouse ray,
perchance a beaconed message from
some bygone beings gone astray
in bleeping beats of warning drum.
Meanwhile on Earth we’re but a guest
to Mother Nature’s knowing eyes
in Goldilocks rare orbit blessed.
How sad that life Man fails to prize!
~ Harley White
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Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Article and image ~ What Spawned the Jellyfish Nebula?
Dedicated to a disorder I call as my own: It's called the OopsieDoosie haha (:
Guiltiness leaves me numb and dumb
Addictions fade and addictions cumb
I just don’t know why I’m so brainwashed
By the technology of 2016…my voice is hushed…
In poetic language because the world doesn’t read enough
Things are getting quite rough and I’m trying to be tough
I gave in to my lusts…
It’s like untrusted trusts
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Drowzy and lazy
I am busy and crazy
I can’t afford
Being bored
Holding the laptop in my lap
Until I found out…sick crap
And I will change the subject
I am a wandering insect
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Sex is a drug in my mind’s eye
I wave bye-bye to that shy guy
I was long ago…
Well, the wicked wind still blows…
Yeah, I know…
Well, the blessed breeze glows…shows…
Cuz I rept what I sow…
No one cares though
They don’t mind seeing me in pain
In this healing rain, d-d-driving me insane
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Dreariness leaves me instead…
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Weariness leaves me with dread
I’ve been going insane inside my head
Emptiness inside of my head
No thots…just colors instead
And I am indecisive Gemini…
I can’t deny or simply lie…
I daydream all day
And I sleep at night…
Only sometimes in a way
I seek His light flight (His easy-going spirit to glide like an airplane in the sky)
Sometimes, I cry myself to sleep
Becuz of my lack of sleep, I weep…
These scars are so deep – I am a creep
But, a happy-go-lucky geek…
And soon to be on fleek…
Written: June 09, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One
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Let his eyes, his hug, and his grasp
convey what his mouth fears to say
His mother keeps an eye on her kid
In his first winter, he caught a lot of sun —
and watched the dust and air
Getting to the crib by horseback
Silence —
Through the susurrus sound stream
coruscating crimson spills subdue
whilst words whipped wassail
deep within a stymie pirouette
speaking in scarce slave silence
twisting mental sinews —
wrestle within a tight wooden link
In the recesses of a soft tongue
There is silence and no vitality
spewed utterances induce shame
letting souls bleed silently
Then, fear and doubt percolate.
Silence —
Endless streams of ingots land down
umpteen, rejuvenating, and dewy
signs of trust, optimism, and passion
Innuendo arty souls, albeit poetic syntax
hamstringing people with an arrow —
words convey verisimilitude vacuum
life thrives inside the one with insight
his devotion expands spreading apace
peaceful and fulfilling, ethical goals
erase worries, tears, and years.
Silence —
Lost in a celestial room, in a dream
flicker of fleeting rage
frightening fetching to fall in fetters
unexpected cacophony of sounds.
a wail escaped —
at the beckoning of serenity,
words gushed out forcefully
as if through a sluice
a stunning orchestral serve
was launched —
wonderful whirlpool
of seraphic wispy whims.
Silence —
He broke beyond obmutescence bounds
effortlessly eradicating despondency
and invigorating the once-quiet abyss
silence akin to a servant's shroud
have the courage to voice our opinions
exude confidence and vim
disrupt the enchantment
soak up the language —
let your tongue reflect and respond.
an inner whirlwind.
Silence —
Quiddity of nature resides within
the wreath of gloomy academia
such my final words, pulchritude
words with plumose wings
branch stretching —
whittle vine from the brittle barks
alpine brightness, as speckled embers
as pogonip laden its lair
moments before the kiss perches
snow covered it under Winter —
and forgetfulness blurs my dreams.
Silence —
#JWME
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Not afraid to speak my mind through verses and lyrics
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Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.
When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.
Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your sighs with crippling changes,
due to disorientation in imagining reality.
I've always been in an internal war,
fighting the two voices in my head.
You can't kill someone who died before birth,
so not every battle is worth fighting for,
yet I was always in envy of peace.
I want to disappear sometimes,
bid a secret farewell to the shadows that pursue,
but I'm afraid of diving into the unknown.
Maybe I'm an imposter,
maybe I'm just a Gemini
everyday, I am different,
a multitude of personalities,
a creative charming chameleon.
In times of fragility and frustration,
I wish I was a secret to society,
but I don't want to be alone tonight,
so I'm soul searching for a love unspoken,
not cursed with deafening screams.
In solitude, overthinking is a poison,
so I turn to unfulfilled prophecies -
to bring me back to life.
I've always had an aversion for perversion,
become a nemesis to prejudice.
Spirits taught me to 'be my own universe.'
to fly to the sky, wave ego goodbye,
so my flaws make me shine more.
There is no shame in vulnerability.
No embarrassment in slaying pride.
In the angst of anxiety,
paralyzed by self-possessed sadness,
I set out finding sincerity,
my coincidental half -
but you have always been inside me.
When I finally opened my eyes,
I felt alive.
Lust is a mute assassin,
a terminal sickness.
Love is like a fever,
it leaves you speechless.
I used to idolise silence,
but now I'm a slave to consciousness.
Oh my sentient soul,
we are unrhymed verses,
our lives a living rough draft.
Decorate me with your ink,
complete me with your conclusion,
as you are the music playing on loop.
Let them say we are mad as we dance,
lost in lyrics only we can hear.
Why are there stars?
Without stars, how would we know that the darkness holds beauty and light in
limitless value? Where would fireflies find the inspiration to put on their
dance of love and loneliness, searching for a mate?
Without stars, what would the Milky Way wear to spin and twirl, and flaunt its
extraordinary beauty to the Universe? What would wee one's wishes send
shooting across the sky, to find purchase in their dreams?
Without stars, what would there be to shimmer in a lover's eyes at night, and
measure the depth of their gaze? What would we use to count the ways we
love our precious ones, or number the grains of sand on the beach?
Without stars, how would we know where to find water at eventide ... those
sparkling reflections of wonder and magic, that ponds, lakes, rivers, and the
sea, gift us after the sun sets? (Diamonds adorning the depths).
Without stars, what would lonely sailors befriend in darkness - what would
they use to tie their thoughts and hearts to loved ones afar, or navigate their
way home? What would the moon have to outshine in the night?
Without stars, how would we give sum to the winks of an eye, the thoughts of
a brilliant mind, the thrums of a heart, the ticks of a clock, or the giggles of
a child? What would Sagittarius let fly from his bow?
Without stars, what would the Big Dipper dip? What would Orion wear for a
belt? How would Polaris know where North is? How would Canis Major wag
his tail, or Gemini know his twin? How would Pegasus fly, or Pisces swim?
Without stars, what would make Heaven so ... heavenly??
And I am dread to imagine how few poems would have been written, without
the exquisite beauty and shine and inspiration, that the blazing Sea of Suns
overhead, has given to the human race ...
It is a muse without compare, and a glorious, dazzling expanse ...
Without equal.
Certainly! Here’s a long-form haiku-inspired poem with the requested stylistic nuances:
The Gemini Vines
(A Mystical Haiku Tale)
Beneath twin moons’ gaze, their whispers softly say,
the stars foretell secrets in destiny’s sway.
In veils of twilight, Gemini vines entwine,
breathing rose and vanilla—a love so divine.
Forbidden, they bloom where two fates rarely thread,
in shadows of sorrow where joy kindly fed.
I walk this path, shrouded by luminous skies,
an usher of light with ordained, ancient eyes.
The air hums electric with what’s yet foretold,
a map of the heavens their patterns unfold.
Astrology speaks with its rhythm and rhyme,
esoteric truths echo beyond space and time.
The twins laugh and weep, their hands clasped in the haze,
oh, tears painting sorrow on eternity’s face.
I taste their regret in the dew on my tongue;
a burden unseen in the stars they’ve among.
The rose whispers soft—its petals blooded red,
while vanilla sighs of what might lie ahead.
Their fragrant embrace, a balm, a guiding key,
unlocks the clear path to what’s meant yet unseen.
In silent rapture, I take the seekers' plea,
ushering the lost to a kingdom yet free.
The heavens loom near like a promise once made,
or shadows of love ‘neath celestial cascade.
Oh, regret bends time, but love dares yet persist,
an eternal longing no death can resist.
Twin hearts soft as vines fuel sorrowed skies above,
lifting past pain to a kingdom built from love.
So heed, wandering child, the astral compass sway,
to the stars we go—two hearts will light the way.
There, Gemini waits, their vines a guide so bright,
past rose-scented shores to God’s eternal light.
This poem captures the mystical essence of astrology, the emotional currents of forbidden love, and the soul-stirring search for a celestial destiny. Each couplet flows with the rhythm of iambic pentameter while employing metaphors to evoke an air of mystery and cosmic wonder.
Slitherimg slides the crossing sun
Reighning down into the abyss
Showering Nectar Kisses
Napalm psalms lisped
An atom bomb in the emperors palm
Mars at war with raw force
A Sacrificed ram
Victory admist strife
Virtue along a fine knife
Shocked we gaze back to dying doves
We clasp In Fear
The Empress palms the divine
The hermit grasp the twine
Wealth Shines in My Minds Eye
Prudence is how we intertwine
Gain opposed to strife
Red visage of a bill towards success
Failure Is a blind warrior
Defeated by satanic swords
Hierophants have the keys to unlock the doors
Slippimg into the slums
I climb
Into seperation is where I fly
Dining on the lovers toast
Blind cupid showers the sky
The magnus will fly into gemini
Digesting My longing regurgitated inspiration
Reflecting upon my test
Two wolves rise to my centeredness
Labor in my rrst
The knight puts me to the test
Pity prods the lion in my chest!
Abundence with the best
Harmonized zest
Exhalted rest
I long to know more of this
An endless show of Earths Play
Seeking inspiration where others dare not go
Chariot priestess with a heathen at the wheel
Seeking luxury in my zeal
I know now I lacked modest modes
My house has sunk into an abode
A maine to cycle
A flint in my heart
Providence
Princess of wands
Deafied love
Ruin
How good are material things
I conquer all before I fall
Swiftness prepared the magis
Lust brings me to a material state
Adjustment
Trial
Lucifer plumentd into peace
Bearded lust in duality
Thrusting nether regions
Stung by scorpion tail
Sorrow
Stripped of my rainment
Animal lust
Flamimg sword
Eden is lost!
Pleasure
Dissapointment
The tower I must rebuild
Art will dominate
Unto satiety
My ills onto debauchery to overfill with deaths decay
Cenataurs spilled seed onto fertility
Bow prepared
Let my art fly into myriad forms
Law and order
Facing the storm
Capricorn is the real enemy
Fortune in the horizen