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LONELY MEDIUM SIZED HOUSE

High above the ocean
Below being a sandy white beach
Easy to watch
One can sit all day and observe
The beach goers, Swimmers and Surfers
The ocean view stretchers for miles
One can reflect back in time
The simple and plan life
No riches in thought of Robin Leech
The Lonely house had fancies
A house with a roof and a place to sleep

Does visiting a medium change your life perspective forever?

Foundation.

Does visiting a medium change your life perspective forever?

Have you visited one?

Title:
Rêves de Miss Applegate
(Dreams of Miss Applegate)


(A female voice whispers)

I can still see her 
Old Marie Laveau
Dressed in motherly blue

I can't pretend
In my scrying mirror

Looking back 
And smiling 

Summoned to haunt me 
From when I visited 
Big Mama Aurelia

Somewhere out on the water village,

Money As Medium Of Currency

Somethings money can't buy
Money is one of the most important thing
You can't blame others for being broke
So don't be lazy to make money
It's a kind of money you should work
Learn from experience while earning money
Experience shows how to interact with people
You will be taught how to earn it wholeheartedly
No one knows that everything will be

Would you visit a medium if you lost someone special?

The visit to Monique the Medium on Christmas Day

(A channelled voice whispers)


Every clock in here 
These old faded white wooden ones
Hanging on so many burnt out trees 

That litter the pathway
As they tick
Remind me of you

Every single second
In every single minute 

Carries luminescent memories 
Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do

As they

Madame Blavatsky -POTD

Hashish smoke trails her 
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens 
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria 
of horror nudging 
the demonic
Sitters drenched 
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one 
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill 
bolting across the sector

The Quintessential Enthusiastic Medium

Poetry is your first walk in freezing cold snow
a carnival of whirlwind words that often spin you around
Poetry can be sorrow on the end of a cold tree branch
drama, excitement, joy, disbelief, and humor

Poetry may be a person’s soul splayed out on a page
a weird conflict of ideas, that somehow makes sense
Poetry is confusion, consternation,

An Anti-social Medium

Social media 
An anti-social medium 

Forums of division 
Born of indecision 

Thorn of confusion 
Your mind’s infusion 

Creates a delusion 
To strengthen illusion 

Social media 
An Anti-social medium 

Numbing out the tedium 
Scrolling pandemonium 

The darkest addiction 
Self-Stockholm infliction

In lust with your sin
Out of love within

Convenience kills 
Worship web thrills

Ignoring real life
Defending your strife

You’ll stand

Searching For Sanity

Searching for sanity but I’m not looking for profanity. It’s just too much inhumanity.

We need to spread love  throughout the world and into the underworld and within the spirt world.

We live in a lost world. Recycled  by the heartlessness  . It’s torturous, and filled with worthlessness.

Emotions and abstractions  of explosions which

Your Essence

Your essence radiates sunshine within.
Our tenderness fills the crevices of my soul
For when our two spirits meet.
Life begins and the earth stands still.
For the heavens above open up our innermost desires and dreams.
For the dream is what we share.
This is more precious than any earthly value.
The core of my inner soul stands alone within the

The Man On the Moon

The man on the moon knew he could get ruined, if he couldn’t get back to his cocoon. 
Was he maroon on the cocoon. Or just an illusion for a conclusion. 
It could’ve been all a delusion without a conclusion. Said the Man on the Moon. Because, I just had a transfusion. 

The man on

Death and Beyond

The darkness within calls as I walk the line between Heaven and Hell. God’s compassion and tranquility pulls me closer to his divine light. 

The  mental, physical pain lie deep with my being and the spiritual turmoil spinning in my head lingers on through eternity as my physical body falls down deep into the

In the Mist of Our Spirits

Our Love is in the mist among our spirits. Our souls have a strong connection to each other. As our energy interleaves between our hearts, body and minds.

As set forth within our souls passion. We listen within our intuition that lies beyond our consciousness as we pass all of our turmoil of emotions.

We stand still

Another Day

Another Spiritual love poem?????????????????????
Much Love and Light to everyone???

Thank you my Dear, as the sun rises so does my soul arise from the depths of my heartfelt adoration and compassion for one another and humanity. 

Enjoy your day, as you set forth into your new dimension of what tomorrow well be, of past yesteryears And

Medium Vitae

What is the value
of faith without doubt
Love without hatred,
peace without routs

What is the meaning
of joy without pain
Words without silence,
sun without rain

Into the middle 
both sides fall within
Dimension redundant,
all endings begin

The yin and the yang
the long and the short
When hands clasp together
—right left to import

(The New Room: December, 2021)

Medium of Exchange

What is cryptocurrency?
It’s a digital money.

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