Let Consciousness Arise
Let consciousness arise, like the morning sun, emerge, warmth upon eternal blue, ascend the farewell plumes of night to grace
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Let consciousness arise, like the morning sun, emerge, warmth upon eternal blue, ascend the farewell plumes of night to grace
Read moreMirrored in the clouds, like a shimmering dream of reflection, my thoughts aloft, seeking, and I embrace that connection, that
Read moreGetty Images/ MARK GARLICK/SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY By Exotic Hippie Queen ©06/25/17 “Midnight, a picnic under the stars, and a little
Read moreCity Nights When the purple twilight came, windows like strings of golden pearls would light, then the magical city night
Read moreHarsh, to myself… Crazy, this bludgeoning of mind, this all pervading cloud of blame that astounds me in its ensuing,
Read moreAche as I do for love’s sweet redress for the damages this heart has stressed in bitter response, I still,
Read moreIsolated by choice, belonging a fleeting romance, and in contention, what I am, thoughts rabid, feelings moot, can’t explain my
Read moreI fall to the wisdom of day’s surrender, and sigh with a warm release, as shattered thoughts and woes expire,
Read moreScratchy red and chafed affronts, cool whispers of doorways shut, linger in the mind a time, wondering what was missed,
Read moreThe bitch… Gnashing, crackling uncertainty, tinged in a putrid brown deceit, hovers like some specter, looming, clothed as hunger’s honed
Read moreJourneys of the mind… How broad the scope of thought, that dances like a gypsy in the night, around an
Read morePetulant the cast light of midday’s high, burned in shadows thin, and waves of shimmering mirth, rise from earth to
Read moreFrom the depths of a black soul comes the ills of a thousand lifetimes, gathered and espoused in manner as
Read moreBridge Spanning My Mind There’s a bridge spanning my mind, it leads me to you, whenever special memories, come flooding
Read moreApril 15th, Worn calculator keys Their designations long since gone Painted numbers flaked away Only by memory are their functions
Read moreConnection… Perhaps an inclusion, that would make my day, seen to be witty or intelligent, just a nod of acceptance,
Read moreBillowing Winds It comes when most needed as if a lover from the annals of the history of love a
Read moreParadigms fall like bowling pins, nudged gently by new winds of change, and holding fast to past just muddies the
Read moreIts tainted face, wan, the scars of time’s embrace, and shallow it seems, like wisps of mist in dreams, yet
Read moreCan I face this wall alone, this fibrous dim catastrophe, that clutches at my breath and fills my lungs with
Read moreSpin-wheels whizzing, cogs a turning, endless clicks and measured yearning, the clock sings its muted song, as a spring slowly
Read moreBlue days red with angst, sun the warmth of hearts in question, and moods sway like willow fronds, amid the
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