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Kristina Whitmore Poem
Rarely reaching the expansive ranges
Where infinity influences reality changes
With illusion marked stigma stamped impressions
Sparingly accessed acceptance processing life lessons
Voided all non-existent concepts entered into calculation
Subtracting negative signs doubling positive discrimination
Facing minutes handed seconds clockwise directional hour
Provided additional limitations restricting free powers
Lawlessly abiding thoughts trapped scribing under thin glass
Persuaded temptation daily weekly monthly years pass
Beliefs based beyond cellular systematic space
Uncontrollable devolving of our intelligent human race
Technological aspects statistical advancing mathematical rations
Places recognized first second third in numerical fashion
Reality set standards store a suppressed revelation
I am one of realities patients
Prescribing divine elevation
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As if there is no one like I to match
Why is that?
I ask all the time where is that other hat?
The head to my ball and catch to my cap
A mind to protect head rounded grounded
When would a cross of paths guide the blind?
The blind sight that hides confined
Through the eyes that find the beauty in line with heart
Why is this? I ask all the time wondering if it will ever be
A mind like mine to have and converse all the time
Not just my own when I am alone struggling to write
Thinking yes thinking that monster thought creeping
Tender loving care is what I have always been seeking
The meaning a meaning to be called a purposeful life
Traveling my endless futures conceptual mind
A mind like no other I find is hard to compare
Share with me that time in mind yes share with me I say
Where ever they are I do ask each and everyday
That question no answer to myself as to why
A one why to my life arriving back to begin
The beginning to one a two three and four
When my minds value over heart is the fractional score
To denominate my numeral path inset with a dream
Meeting someone with a mindset like me
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Kristina Whitmore Poem
Ascend Zion
Believers Yearn
Collective X-Ray
Deserted Wells
Egocentric Vanity
Forgotten Unity
Gifted Talents
Hollow Service
Integrated Reality
Jewels Quarantine
Killer Passion
Lingual Oppression
Magical Nonsense
Numbered Messages
Organized Lust
Pollute Kindness
Questions Justice
Reprograms Insight
Separate Hinges
Timelessness Grounded
Unraveling Fragmented
Violent Expressions
Worldly Desires
Xenogenetic Curiosity
Yare Battle
Zounds Accuracy
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Kristina Whitmore Poem
A time to travel
The time to see
A space full of destiny
Through eyesight long and far
The distance that once divided may gather
Sensing the most small and microscopic in detail
A universe of galaxies with infinite matter
To notice the warmth and difference after a solar flare
Life and the amount of time in between
To travel or to see all things never seen
The beyond reality and escape of where none have been
Space a place where we encapsulate
Where did we begin?
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Maddening thought to process such a word
Mad definition defining more than anger
Mad upset feeling fever flushed climatic danger
Mad mangled minor class offense verse major
Madly suggestive messages a madden proclaimer
Mad made digestive mental notes selective
Madder matters making moves motioning more
Minds mad capacities hijacking brains plane
Mad makers massive maze uncontained
Moistening our various vented veins change
Mad to be or not to be?
Crazy…
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Potion number nine to six mixing instincts
Primitive passion possessed bodies boiling points
Love consuming lust traversing together past trust
Tangled hands mingle with talon arms lengthening lost time
United legs step to cross paths at the same rate different lanes
Claiming bottomless renewed nights holding on tight
Tossed and turning rolled up with wait filled yearning
Playfully pulling the hearts pleated burning branded heat
Blazing fire fuming fragrant sweet scent heads rush
Secreting supple skins sensitive soft tender touch
Invisible love that consumes dark atmospheric distant
Imagine life full of face forced fuel feeding feeling
Satiated daily indulging less thought more action
Lonely laps body traps tracking lack of love making
Consuming loss seeking body love instead of heart shaping
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Distant space departing realms of conscious warmth
Voicing reason to an end within the persons hearth
A fire with pit to poke and prod dissolving spirit
Harmed retreated into a place where safe
The Avatar a being that searched far beyond limited view
Star that gazed a return to the night in day
Avatar that watches from the darkness kept at edges bay
Deep under a surface of skin flushed heat
A spirit that flees instead of the fight to escape
Soaring the magnitude of magnetic divines
An Avatar without wings that carelessly takes flight
Hovering not high not low always an even around
This lumen of light that is profoundly weighted
Shining use of a rise up from the depths of body down
The Avatar does speak to encourage the voice of sound
Direction of the pointer towards the feeling of no despair
A spiritual intertwining of the beings loving care
Body of vapored essence that is temporarily filled
By the choices lead through the heart that is felt
Releasing pressures built long lasted to with stand and resist
Temptation of the Avatars love that was heaven sent
'Avatar Entry' Contest Sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Angel of mine
Where have you been?
Searching my whole life
For my forever friend
Angel of mine
Where did you go?
Looking for you
Finding only lost souls
If I could fly to where you are
If I could take flight here and leave
If I could fly to where you are
Close to you in my imagining
Angel of mine
When will we meet?
Shaped from the stars
Designed destiny
Angel of mine
Can you hear me?
Opened my heart
Partly whispering
If you are a part of my big plan
If you had wings long enough to reach
If you are a part of my big plan
Prayer screams are you listening?
My angel of mine
Fallen down to the earth
Through my lonely eyes
Washing over all my hurt
‘Father of Mine’ by Everclear Inspired Cover
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Kristina Whitmore Poem
Day that once today that is
My once a day poem of how I feel
Day that once today that is
A poem to express my day today
Felt somewhat low and out of sorts
Dismayed in my mind killing mental time
Torturing my writings by reading better than mine theirs
Today has been a day just like any other when I compare
Day that once was the yesterday to today that is
My daily journey writing displaying my feelings
Today is a day where a journey never ends
Just like at night when the light in our eyes shift
That adjustment that period that moment of disbelief
To trust in the day to end with a strong heart beat
My day today is once as it was a lonesome day expressing myself
Day that once was just a day another one tomorrow comes
May I drift away? Into a sun streaked sky or moon beam lunar carpet ride…
Maybe in thought just my dream of imagination left to me
If only there was the once a day that came to save the belief
Then maybe the next time I write I shall not feel the same
This day as it once was not so
Yesterday is gone and tomorrow has not been yet claimed
As today is always the only day a true decision is made
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Grounded are the feet that be in the elemental earth
Bounded we the legs that keep the motion of walks
Rounded is the dirt beneath as the pressure begins to mound
Founded the discovery to uncover knowledgeable talks
Sculpting melding seeping
The soil underground flowing heated molten
Melting shaping morphing
Formation created solid black rock ground
Steamy is the water of the magmatic oceans deep
Risen layers pillow topped stacked slowly in the chill
Solidifying new earthen life pushed through to a crusted rebuild
Slowly in the unseen depths where land is consuming sea
Wisps of wind waves whistle with gaseous fumes
Lofting liquid red as golden orange fissures spread bloody fires
Inches measured by millimeters mold metals magical blaze
Wild widening of gaps shallowly engraved a blackened glaze
Obsidian wasteland of a treacherous expanse gathered island life
Reflective surfaces weathered time breaking down rock to sand
Erosive washing of corrosive materials gritty consumed by forces of nature
Natural is the condensing of observatory images in the fluid eyes of man
Inspired by 'It's Elemental' By Carole Duet
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