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Premium Member Silent Music of Falling Stars

Silent Music
of
Falling Stars

A radiant glob shone down upon this planet,
life seemed so bright – why is it then ?, all seen,
on the surface, ( in the face of ) – seems the dark side,
the spirit of the moon permeating the innermost recesses
of this harbored soul, having been reached out to.

Towards this planet, around it Mars gravitates, rotates.
In the furthest reaches, a sphere so cold – grows –
a heart so distant and aloof, this planet seems,
from a different universe, travelling in other dimensions,
orbiting on a different plane, even when two -
as one - have flown together ?, – apart.

Why has Venuses, influence repulsed ?,
slipped out of orbit – lost her way –
drifting away – always, it seems –
gravitating towards planets of perceived perfection,
in their ecliptic, aesthetic, elegance,
in their orbit of alleged worldly knowledge,
in their spheres of impressionistic light,
light that seems to blind,  their gravity, pulling Venus,
into their orbits for a week / weeks,
a month / months, a year / years,
or for just a date or two.

Comes disillusionment, disappointment to shake Venus,
from her dreams of – that set her gravitational pull back
towards this lowly old planet – set adrift –
drawing it back into her orbit for another go around
- this moon to her earth, without power of influence –
no gravitational put, no raising and ebbing of tides,
just a continuous revolving around her glow.
a companion to the empty spaces in-between,
never to be included, to become a part of her universe

B. J. “A” 2
June 2nd 2008


Premium Member Self-Existent Light

Platos dualism… 
                         Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an extraordinary event
And I agree with their logic and sentiment
An opportunity occurrence heaven sent

We are an awesome manifestation
We clearly embody an abstract incarnation
In His image complete systems of software emulation

The source energy, burning light, heat, oxygen                                   
A flame ignites testosterone in the equation, estrogen                                                             
Essence sparks imagination, particles in circuits charging 
                                                         
Our sensors switched on, physical phenomenon's 
Immanuel Kant contrasted it with noumenon's
A thing that is in itself sensed by humans

That which cannot be a direct observation
A world with what might be a spatial dimension
Möbius noted it rotates onto its mirror-image realization  

Ruling that it is a universal mind bend
Something unseen to us and a god send 
A conscience is alive and will transcend

Grasp the form of order among us, become analytic
These the concepts of the transcendental aesthetic
Leaving what’s not genuine or natural, synthetic

From experience discussions well-reasoned 
Born with a formula programed and seasoned
Encrypted to crack codes to play roles in treason

We very well maintain the skeptic stance
Jesus a glitch to some who have no acceptance 
But when focused and in a meditative trance
We embrace what is a peaceful coexistence

Bursting when the cosmos quest exploded
Interrelated tech terms, intelligence encoded
Beliefs of the understanding Empiricus’s philosophy noted
Martin Luther's theses, religious revolution then toted

Over conclusions that are only opinion
A servile dependent or a minion
The results will send us into oblivion 

Has shown us that by suspending judgment 
And by refusing speculative argument
Estimating the quality of worth and engagement

One achieves the state of ataraxia
Good conduct and the practice of eupraxia
Generating good health and euphoria

And through research and great finds
What philosophers teach and is best for mankind
Suspend judgment and attain tranquility of mind
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Monorhyme

Icebergs Dancing

Freshwater ice, compressed, 
breaks off, with tremulous lights
and shakes
and rotates
in intricate snowflakes
like wings,  of ice crystals

then floats away, in the open Ocean

and she's tracing his steps, leaving white dust
like crushed shells
as she walks , gracefully, as if on
Japanese Okobo

They were attached, as if by circuits of frozen stems
with lacings , of smaller molecules
its microscopic
and its perfect

her ribs split open, and a mosaic of musical strings
reveal,  what looks like melting precious silver
and her face, is draped in a mass
of webs, upon webs

she looks at him, through the haze
he's the parchment Worlds were written on
now a sychronized flight path,  he illuminates
all the crowd of beams
of celestrial,  night skies 

and there, white noise combines
in steady, different frequencies
with excact, united, intensity
heard and seen, by only a few

is it choregraphed ?

Icebergs Dancing.

Universal Law

universal law
who can contest
the law of God 
intelligent humans 
are trying 
they feel like a god 
but karma keeps them royal 
to the supreme
the world rotates by the 
law of the universe
and that is our 
remedy to a 
brutal world 

universal law 
who can contest
with God 
he must be insane 
to fight nature 
he must be mad
to think that far 
we are not here 
by man made 
there is a God 
who is the law 
it self 

universal law 
who has seen 
God 
with out his presence
the very presence
so many evil secret
society don't want 
a reality
their motives is never 
in line with our 
spiritual purity
their creativity destroys
the universe 
no wonder they don't 
want to know God 
yet they can't
 do with out the 
universal law
Form: Epic

In Clear Whole Time Book

in a solid box
                                   air rotates within it's whole
                                       span blocked universe

                                      in clear whole time book
                                     pages of history of world
                                      printed without words                           

                                     no one can change facts
                                     imprinted even of causes 
                                     crown is on truth’s head

                                     truth’s that such nectar
                                      like holy light and water 
                                          no can poison it
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Scent of Your Soul

Paradise begins 
sparkling beyond this 
earth's atmosphere 
Lighting up 
spiritually invisible 
flying cotton feelings 
touching soft 
emotions angelic 

In divine tenderness 
a celestial 
body flies 
without wings 
Loving into 
the Heaven's 
an outer worldly 
special experience 

Immortal soul 
sings in 
such beauty mates 
Transcending love 
ethereal enters 
taking over 
the heart 

Within the vastness 
of deep space 
glowing inside thoughts 
thinking of 
you golden 
A treasure 
in pure 
angelic bliss 

Daisies waving 
in the sun 
whispering delight 
circling softly inside 
magically dreamy 
Circle enchanting touches 
romantic music rotates 
from within 
this universe 

Rebirth of happiness 
blooms in 
rose petals 
in an eternity 
of precious joy 
captivating the mind 

Held in 
a ring 
forever together 
always as one 
inside view 
kissed by your 
Heavenly beauty

Lines in the smile

Lines in the smile 
By-Dominique smith

365 days make a year, those days swear are sincere, you choke on your drink at joke you just made caught you off guard. It would really make you think, would those 365 days be hard to break? While youre on the brink of tears the world still rotates. Holding your stomcah as throw your head back to catch your breath. Some tell you that each day is new start, but thats a saying thats just a few seconds of relief as they turn their heads back to their problems. You chuckle with a grin and even then you know that the relief is of no belief. 

Cold hands offer a wide range of solutions but non of any resolutions, Surprises come due to your ability to swayed time, youre happy and healthy thats the way to be in your mind. You're doing great breathing in oxygen and exhaling your problems, Crack your knuckles and have a Cuban shuffle. The light of the sun touches your face, the honor of the wind is painting your skin, Nails on, hair done and worries gone. Be still youre bearing over the chastised heap of those who stood before you, Youre at your own peak of your mountain dont lose your altitude. You've done step one and youve got your prize, take a picture and look sterilized. 

Your aura is cleaned and solid, anyone looks at you theyd be able see how stacked you are with not just your wallet. The life youre giving you did not ask for but you will make it your own and known as one of those who can bring light forth. Two tones take your soul the one side is bold and the other is your backbone. A cold steel rod is placed in your back, you stand up straight no one can break your stance it is yours to enhance. Youve gone to places that are worth wild, you've seen things that made you feel like you've walked 100 miles and the stories you tell to those who'll listen will believe your tales without trials because the proof is in the lines of your smile.
Form: Rhyme

Wazobian Woes

In Agbada's flowing folds
—a masquerade of pride,
A dance of deception, where skills are hard to hide.
Like play, like play, Wazobia's woes unfold
—a tale of woes, where darkness takes its toll.

Bad governance
—a hydra-headed beast,
Feasting on hope, leaving only despair to feast.
Youthful dreams like embers, flicker and fade,
As leaders weave a web of deceit
—a tapestry of shade.

Their hearts
—a labyrinth of greed and guile,
Where right and wrong are mere pawns in a wicked smile.
They know the right, but wrong is their heart's desire,
A Faustian bargain, where souls are set on fire.

But what of those left behind, in this bleak land?
Will their good life come, or forever lost in the sand?
Only time will tell, as the earth rotates in pain.
Form: Other

Keep It Simple

I stand in ******** like a British guard patrolling the keep
A private eye from nine to five but lose control when I sleep
Behold what I see is crime and sin that roams in the street
Your home, your retreat, the woods, the plateau, and the creek
The ocean, the beach, a plane, a bus, boat, or a jeep
Deceptions everywhere, at any time no moment for peace
The thrown and the king, it’s there as you approach the regime
But as focus decreases, it needs a microscope to be seen
It grows from a seed...as it blossoms, the hand becomes a possum
Alive but standing still to be a mannequin with problems
And the vanity accomplished helps profanity demolish
Your beliefs and thoughts until you see your sanity abolished
Damn if we could all just get along without someone believing
Everything they heard I wouldn’t have these clouds up underneath me
Life is like a tree, see it grows, and then it branches out
And plants a seed in mother nature 'til she screams and passes out
You asked about it here it is, like pyramids it’s quite complex
“Up and Down” and “Right to Left”, it all rotates like “Life and Death”
But it depends on how you visualize and what your eyes detect
It’s a “Circle of Events” so you cannot deny the steps
Try your best to put an end to it, you’ll just apply a stress
Cause if you die you’ll live again it’s written in the bibles text
But life is what you make it basically the way you write reflects
Wether or not you kept it simple or made it all complex  .
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Laugh With Jack

Every planet in our solar system
Rotates in an anticlockwise direction
Except Venus which insists on being different
Always one has to be the exception

About 75 acres of pizzas are downed
In America every single day
Probably chow down about an acre myself
So I do my share wouldn't you say

Our eyes are always the same size from birth
However noses and ears get bigger
Imagine if our footsies also kept growing
Hard to do the Charleston I'd figure

The disgusting cockroach is the fastest animal
It covers about a meter a second
That's faster than me when I need to go badly
Running and holding my back end

They say only rabbits and parrots can see 
Behind without turning their heads 
But mothers also seem to have that ability
Try stealing some cookies before bed

A goldfish's memory is about 3 seconds
The same as me on a good day
That's excellent as far as most seniors go 
Wish it was longer but what the hey

Iguanas can stay under water 28 minutes
Me too, but I'd miss all my friends
Sure hope they'd visit me one last time
Before off to the furnace I descend

All bubble gum contains a bit of rubber
For that bouncy bally effect
Makes you able to leap over tall buildings
But watch you don't break your neck


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

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