Human

Volcano

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Human

 

 

 

Have you ever thought the reason why volcanoes exist on the earth?

 

They say that he would warm us from the bottom of our heart

 

And push out our faltering courage to outside the world.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

It is inappropriate to express volcane for this way because people are suffering from it in 

the world such as Hawaii and others.

I hope people read this to understand I use volcano for image....

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A Broken Glass

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Human

 



A broken glass               

pointed angles all over

giving off its light dimly

Waiting for a trigger.     

  

The broken glass may be a piece of Diamond 

Creating Aura from its universe

Strength from its nucleus

Fragility in shadow

Silence in clearness

 

Words in color

Beauty in balance

Passion in calm

Reflection from darkness

 

See all these sincerities appear on his surface

just exists for someone to find

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

I wrote this poem when I met a man who has beautiful mind but he does not know it himself.

 

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In contrasts to your darkness and light is your will to live

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Humanity

 

From the coals of sacred texts, brought fouth from ancient whispers of a circle of unbroken time, dipping and acendinding its change state, as the one constant in unending continuity. Therein lies a simple truth, corrupted with gentle persuasion. 

 

The state of being, the being of state and status of beings. 

There are three main laws for us to purview and avail here and now, or in past and future possibility. There is one rule that seperates, yet, reconsiles and is master of all truth; ugly or beautiful it renders life in death, death  into life and life into death. 

 

to live evil live to  - live.d.evil

to Evo L ovE to 

 

The cycle that never alters its identity making Its mood known in all forms and states; the All as in the We collective; and as the I; AGAPI, the known mystery of presiding over both and the first of the third.

 

Go.d  and evil.

 

Live with the hidden truth in plain sight. Felt  with intense realness,  hidden in semantics of languages  long lost and forgotten,  but none is needed to unless seeking to corrupt the incorruptible what is known and fails in explanation.

 

For  this very reason,  the logic of AGAPI (love) in all its moods, colours, ugliness and beauty fail to be described. And still, the poets' pride tries in vain to capture the whole.  Ever so often though, glimpses resonate and we can see a temporal portal with the promise of the indescribable known.

 

Blessingss

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For the few temporal and literal scholars here who might find something of interest here. Blessings and Hugss 

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Shades of Grey

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Haiku

None are black or white.

We're an endless sea of grey;

Not good, nor evil.

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Imagine Everything Is Backwards

I just want to be

With the night.

 

Quietly write.

 

Just float in space,

And feel misplaced.

 

Weightlessly fly.

 

Gather letters and words,

Sounds that taste like rain.

 

Voicelessly sing.

 

Carefully calculate

Senselessness.

 

Condense the expansion.

 

Melt it into an ice cube

And swallow it whole.

 

Shut in the out.

 

Turn on the dark,

Greet each subtle whimsy,

As I dangle from the edge

Of a crescent moon.

 

...and swoon

 

I want to be with the night.

Alright?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Imagining anything I want is backwards. 

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One Second

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My 30's 2014+
I touch your skin,
But I feel your heart.
I graze your face,
But I tremble from your soul.
 
My lips caress ever so slowly slightly against yours,
But I feel it inside me.
My chest pressed upon your chest,
My blood is rushing at maximum speed.
 
My body moves without me now,
Controlled by our spirits,
Slowly touching inside us.
 
I can't pull away.
I do not want to.
My body sweats from within,
Dripping of lust.
Evaporating from the heat of your heart.
 
Each second intensifying,
Getting harder and harder to breath.
I latch on like a chain link,
No chance of letting go.
Our bodies just messengers of our souls.
 
Then your breath grazes my face,
If I was standing my knees would buckle,
My muscles would give.
No strength in the world,
Could make me stand.
 
I open my eyes,
We stand all alone,
Surrounded by nothing,
But our love and our souls.
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Hyrda

Mortal so he comes,

Be it not for his immortal crowned head,

Thorned upon the throes of man and beast.

His eyes fall upon the soul of Hadies world, 

Formed against decapitated ring heads.

 

Maybe his past soul fell among the rubble of distant times,

Punished by Zeus to see all gaze into his octopian eyes.

Every man fears his stare,

poisoned among those iris hollowed strong,

Like the holes of Christian feet,

Bleeding for eternity among the sin

Of what once was.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Based on the Greek Mythological creature the Hydra

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The Person Who

 

 

There is nothing wrong

With staying in your own race,

Diversity is a beautiful thing 

To the mind that seeks creativity

And seeks understanding,

The mind that values each human being

And individual right.

 

The person who has reached 

The point of acceptance 

That we are the same 

And yet we are different

Both at the same time,

Until we no longer exist in a physical body,

And leave this level of existence.

 

The person who has learned what truth truly is.

 

The person who sees beauty in all things.

 

 

.....

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What It Is

I feel like every single thing is like a mind game,  played and laid out for me

I can't feel a single thing, like I'm not blind, but I still can't see

 

What is it really? Perhaps it's not that important?

Tell me what it is, or is it just my own comportment?

 

I have walked in the very things I've looked down upon

What I once thought was selfish, now I too am wrong

 

and now there is blood all over my hand

But I have no idea why, I just don't understand

 

This is a complication called the human mind

Irony, double standards, hypocrisy, A place to be so blind

 

To wallow and loop in this thick puddle of shame

For the mistakes commited, I fairly wore the blame

 

Knowing is the beginning is something I suppose

It's better to learn, rather than to find it to oppose.

 

So I guess I'll take my feelings and throw them to the floor

I'll leave you where you originally were, trapped inside a closed door

 

And you can echo your goodbyes

as you embrace yourself to the ink of sheer ignorance and sighs..