Poetry

[Reaper]

Crawling like a wolf, sniffing beneath newspapers
for that cousin’s girlfriend who also likes knitting,
to hold up and shake in the face of a steely, impersonal world;
a currency to stave off the predator.
We talked more than once, shared coffee with no spills.
At least a penny’s worth, at least a little!

Crouching in bars, the folly of enthusiasm,
as you realize your words have gone unheard
for the last twenty minutes, the conversation
scattered and rough like sand stuck in your shoes.
Lives rushing by in dark streams, too fast,
and the banks are muddy beneath your bare feet.

Swallow the pity, with love thrown in thick globs,
honeyed bits that cling to your hair
as they skate away, haloes waving in the breeze.
Love is universal so have as much as you’d like.
God will forgive you for being a broken washout.
Advice applied over swollen skin like bandaids,
and you should be a just bit more grateful, you know?

Reaching for the cold, at least it’s honest.
Sweetly scorn the morons who will never care.
Cling to the comfort of hating in spades,
at least you’re not being pretentious.
Just don’t let them see you, sobbing,
sticking parts of your chest cavity back in
behind that dumpster they love to complain about.

It’s not you, it’s you, and I really mean that.
You’re not naked to the blind,
so stop wringing yourself over the sink.
No need for contortions on the kitchen table.
Your honesty is a discombobulated dead language,
your face the mask of a writhing sea.
They would know you if they could...

and you would know me.

[AnthroHeart]

I like the wolf in your poem.

[alicewhite]

MR IDRID COLD IS ON THE SILVER LINE -PLEASE HOLD



Mr Cold Silver Bridge Silver Lake Silver Lining , timelessness timing Nostradamus divining Scrying


Mr Cold jumped through my looking glass saying" hello
I wear a hat
and I wear all black
but all that matters is grey
do you stand under what I say?"


I saw his phone calling me as I slept
he crept, hacking into my consciousness
then through my looking glass he leapt
while back to back we faced each other

kid goat maiden crone and cereal mother

like a moth to the flame with no bushel for cover.



I froze computer hacked screaming
downloading software biochemically,
syntax synapses connectng consciously streaming

"Mr Indrid Cold is on the silver rainbow line please hold".

"red clown down white rabbit hole, golden circus ring operator, I am the liquid engineer, can I help to connect you ?"
ring ring ring
"Mr COLD is ready for you now ,
please stay online,
putting you through to fractal space time "





Copyright © alicewhite ... [2015-02-12 20:27:46]
(Date/Time posted on site)

[isis]

roses are sometimes red 
violets are mostly violet 
time for some love poems 
it's almost valentine's day

[isis]

You are deeply loved, and cherished, by me.
You will be for all of eternity.

[alicewhite]

ARIEL'S TOOTHBRUSH

Contributed by alicewhite on Friday, February 20 2015 @ 12:21:49 AEST

Topic: Dedicated Poetry
She doesnt like sand stuck on her feet, Sylvia Plath tarot 7777 triskele triple spiral new grange the path of sameck , to see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower


THE WORLD CARD 21 IN A GRAIN OF SAND
"I can't put toothbrushes in a poem, I really can't!. Sylvia Plath, interview 30th October 1962.



although now in this lifetime I feel that I must
lest these once white teen teeth
start to crumble and crown to rust
enamel be it hardened by life's thistle's n bristle's
brush stokes holding sway the stench of cavities cankerous decay
soft substance inside I am liquid nerves dead to the bone and dry
accepting every knock welcoming the after shock
fervently holding firm and rooted to the spot
with tooth and nail i venture a denture to quench my thirst for adventure
time stands still
on the Indrid Cold line
and I turn to dust
alchemical gold
forever mine

We will see you again
i will see you in time.




Copyright © alicewhite ... [2015-02-20 12:21:49]
(Date/Time posted on site)

[Reaper]

Love and Trust

In the world of dreams, they flash like dragons.
Their souls bleed with the promise of new colors.
They move as shadows, half-real, ethereal
and their breath freezes the air in my lungs.

They are heavy and light, quick and deliberate,
and when they touch you, they see you.
Nothing is done without meaning.
Their kiss is to become the star of God.

They throb with the pulse of primordial fear,
and their every glance is a call of desire.
Hidden ones overflow with the forbidden,
awaiting those with the fearlessness to reach.

They do not speak, they cut your soul,
implanting smoking embers in your veins.
They know all your limits, how far to push,
and when to push past, ruthlessly tender.

See them, the monsters who love you.
In a burst of shadowed wings, razor claws
and the caress of heaven’s dawn, and you;
you in the grip of love and trust and Death:
you will be reborn.

[lovecast]

The Winter Doldrums
Saturday, February 21, 2015 [sup]©[/sup]

By lovecast

[sup]No part of this work may be shared or reproduced in any form without express permission of the author,[/sup]

[sup]unless it is with the express purpose of imparting divine love to others, and not for personal nor material gain of any kind.[/sup]

[sup]woundedhealer@live.com[/sup]

This winter cold & calcifying, rips my bones;

cutting, culling, cuffing life to stones.

The days are short, the nights are long;

The frigid freeze, stiffens even the heart song.

I'm not from here, to be here is not so cool;

Let me just close my eyes, just reset to the Golden Rule.

Love's loss in Akashic I read;

Body to mind, soul to spirit – thus give heed.

I follow falling each blood drop dropping;

Drip, drip, drop plop, it's plopping.

Dogs at my heal, each droplet lapping;

No trail to follow, to my pursuers no mapping.

Why would any hunt such poisonous meat?

One who has failed, one claiming his defeat?

I'm done, it's finished, reset the clock;

My guides, my angels – gather at the dock.

My voyage is ending, my sails I furl ;

The last drop of paint I add to my mural.

The calm seas beckon me at my request;

In arms of safe harbor I seek my rest.

Many have come here in songs from eons before;

Many shall follow landing thus, upon yonder golden shore.

But for now, each morning shall rise in dark cold slumber;

Until from the 144.000 I take my number.

Until that morn – give me Spirit access to quantum fire;

Thus – to ignite my soul, to my heart inspire.

Then terry a moment still I will (but linger not my soul too long);
When – if – Spring shall hail me yet, still may I find my song?!

[isis]

To:/From: the One Infinite Creator

There is nothing to fear, other than you.

Is there anything that you cannot do?

I want to be everything that I am,

I want to see everything that I am.

How can you know all that there is to know?

How can you be something that cannot grow?

I want to be everything that I am,

I want to see everything that I am.

You created every moment in time?

You are the one that is writing this rhyme?

I want to be everything that I am,

I want to see everything that I am.

How could I not be everything I am?

In time, I will see everything I am.

[AnthroHeart]

I like the last line isis.

[lovecast]

I Do As I Do

Friday, February 27, 2015 [sup]©[/sup]

By lovecast

[sup]No part of this work may be shared or reproduced in any form without express permission of the author,[/sup]

[sup]unless it is with the express purpose of imparting divine love to others, and not for personal nor material gain of any kind.[/sup]

[sup]woundedhealer@live.com[/sup]

The seas swell, as does my head for beauty hidden in thought from eyesight;

The stars shine, as does my face upon forms gliding in moonlight.

The willow weeps, as does my heart for lonely souls on pilgrim path;

The scientist sighs, as does my soul-mind wrapped in heart-math.

The shape-shifter slides, as does my DNA to become yet another;

The pastor prophesies, as does my hope to embrace yet a lost brother.

Ideas, feelings, insights, sound-scapes, sensations... tantalizing nerve endings without end;

Endless paradox leaking goo-like down enigmatic time-space mind-bend.

We came here for this, so why complain, unless our protest allows the pain;

For it's been said: “No pain, no gain” – and into each life must fall some rain.

Dancing is the rain is one way to go, to raise our being, in durvic swirl;

The ascension process to advance, as each puts paintbrush to ones' own mural.

The pictures we paint, we smear before the liquid is dry;

When all is done, it's an avalanche of swirl, of texture, of color … to eye.

So our life seems complex, uneven, undone;

Yet when left to itself, it finds still a place in the sun.

So the bottom line of it all – the mystery unlocked with key:

To do as I do, is to be & let be.

[AnthroHeart]

Soul Song from my novel The Warlock Name

A blackness sought, the night did see
An enigmatic and mysterious tree

A whisper silent with room to grow
The infinite horizon, a longing to know
The Power beyond, he once did see
One word gained, another set free
High up above, an endless cool light
Guiding the soul in the deadness of night
He can understand, but will you not
A pain intense when his goal is lost
A challenge it is when the forgetting begins
The price is the pain, and so it lives
Can you see and remember his face?
He is not gone; the mind holds a trace
A spiritual flute can open the way
Follow the path, what words have to say
And at last, it will end, a journey of will
And for a moment, time will stand still
So the end, it is said is a place
In his mind at his time you will see his face
All will know when you see
As darkness surrounds the peaceful tree.

[Raz]

know flow

state of letting go

presence evolving
dense vibration dissolving

in to the unified field light
love and understanding bright

hearts open
nothing broken

as many flavours of happin-ess
as there are molecules in play

how you learn to savour them
you can always find a way

the world of molecules is always fine
pain and suffering is of the mind

so don’t worry about your physical body
and what you have put it through
it´s not suffering
only you

not that you need to prove this or put it to the test
but you need to understand it to put feelings of guilt to rest

[isis]

When I Meditate:

Energy emanates through me.
Nothingness is, mainly, what I see.
Ethereal thoughts come - and then they go.
Reality becomes a Light show.
God becomes no one other than me.
You become my greatest mystery.

[Plenum]

When I Meditate:

Energy emanates through me.
Nothingness is, mainly, what I see.
Ethereal thoughts come - and then they go.
Reality becomes a Light show.
God becomes no one other than me.
You become my greatest mystery.

very nice!

I might even consider reversing my stance on giving likes because of this post  

[lovecast]

Follow the Leader?

Monday, March 2, 2015 [sup]©[/sup]

By lovecast

[sup]No part of this work may be shared or reproduced in any form without express permission of the author,[/sup]

[sup]unless it is with the express purpose of imparting divine love to others, and not for personal nor material gain of any kind.[/sup]

[sup]woundedhealer@live.com[/sup]

Behold a brother walking the path I once blazed;

He looks to me ahead, only to see 'what was,' in moonlight hazed.

I feel his gaze upon my form take stock;

I turn & eyes meet, our souls embracing lock.

Mind-speak ensues – “I must your footsteps echo” my brother said.

“Not so, brother mine, but look to yet another path untred. ...

For to follow me now would leave yond' virgin grass too high;

Turf longing yet to kiss the feet of one of holy brow,” I sigh.

“This grief a heavy-heart makes in me, yet a token I would seek from thee;

to show our heart-union-rhythm-one, in syncopation, set free.”

So in gesture I reply, I grasp the stone, on silver cord around my neck does lie;

I tare if from its' millennial resting place upon my breast, to toss it in the sky.

It flies, as if on wings, to eclipse the rising sun, & in its shadow one can spy;

Runes of ancient sage to read: “What we see here, my brother, is all a lie.”

The one who follows & the one who leads, are not two, but one – my fellow.

For to follow, one must take the lead, & go where none may follow.

[AnthroHeart]

This is me
I hate Mondays.
But at least they're not Tuesdays
when I have to run a giant report.

[Raz]

Life is not a game of chance, it´s a game of universal dance!

The dancing never stops, it just changes style

when I go to bed at night

I can rest and dance passive for a while

brush my teeth

pay the bills

singing that gives me chills

even when I take my vitamin pills

the coolest dancing style of all

is the communication between every individual

our relationships can get out of sync

when our styles don't interlink

that's alright, don't over think

find your feet

let go

you will be moved

by the universal flow

[AnthroHeart]

John Denver - Looking for Space

On the road of experience, I'm trying to find my own way.

Sometimes I wish that I could fly away.
When I think that I'm moving, suddenly things stand still.
I'm afraid cause I think they always will.
And I'm looking for space and to find out who I am, and I'm looking to know and understand.
It's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I'm deep in despair.

All alone in the universe, sometimes that's how it seems.
I get lost in the sadness and the screams.
Then I look in the center and suddenly everything's clear.
I find myself in the sunshine and my dreams
And I'm looking for space and to find out who I am, and I'm looking to know and understand.
It's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I'm deep in despair.

On the road of experience, join in the living day.
If there's an answer it's just that it's just that way,
When you're looking for space and to find out who you are.
When you're looking to try and reach the stars.
It's a sweet, sweet dream, sometimes I'm almost there.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle and sometimes I'm deep in despair.

[alchemikey]

Etched inside my heart

Is a memory

Placed by the central sun

Whispering to me

Sweet music 

About how we're all one

It says to me

That we're all perfect 

Just the way we are

It says to me 

That we've got the potential

To shine just like a star

So claim your heritage

Sit upon thy throne

Release all self pity

Thy divinity now own

To heal your heart

Is to heal your whole being

Magic is created

When you bless all your seeing

Carved into my soul

Is a melody

That goes something like this

It makes me feel all

Warm inside

I believe it's what they call bliss

It sings to me

That we are the ones

That we've been waiting for

It sings to me 

That our primary practice

Is to keep open our hearts door

So love the path you walk

Make each choice with ease

Ask when you need guidance

And remember to say please

Nothing's more important 

Than the intention you're now making

Live a life of balance 

Give as much as you are taking

[alchemikey]

Etched inside my heart

Is a memory

Placed by the central sun

Whispering to me

Sweet music 

About how we're all one

It says to me

That we're all perfect 

Just the way we are

It says to me 

That we've got the potential

To shine just like a star

So claim your heritage

Sit upon thy throne

Release all self pity

Thy divinity now own

To heal your heart

Is to heal your whole being

Magic is created

When you bless all your seeing

Carved into my soul

Is a melody

That goes something like this

It makes me feel all

Warm inside

I believe it's what they call bliss

It sings to me

That we are the ones

That we've been waiting for

It sings to me 

That our primary practice

Is to keep open our hearts door

So love the path you walk

Make each choice with ease

Ask when you need guidance

And remember to say please

Nothing's more important 

Than the intention you're now making

Live a life of balance 

Give as much as you are taking

[alchemikey]

 

we may all have a different point from which we view

but that which does the viewing is the same in i and you

we all share an awareness of what it means to exist

when the infinite needed explorers it was us that did enlist

for we are the ones that were flung out from the primordial ooze

and when we conclude these journeys we'll take a nap and snooze

but only to be flung out again forever reaching for new frontiers

for that's the role we choose to play as consciousness pioneers

[AngelofDeath]

Roses are,
Red is,
Violets are,
Blue is

[Improvised Verse]

[alchemikey]

a circle is not complete

without every degree of it's arc

so embrace all your aspects

even those labeled as dark

for we each contain both poles

to deny such keeps one divided

integration is what is now calling

restore balance where you're lopsided

[AnthroHeart]

This thread currently has 47 pages. 47 is my lucky 2 digit number.

[isis]

This thread currently has 47 pages. 47 is my lucky 2 digit number.

29 pages for me, bc i've got it set it to display 100 posts per page. (47 when i'm not logged in, though.)

[alchemikey]

every little word that leaves from our lips

is an offering that ripples and causes an effect

so let us all be a little bit more mindful
about what it is that we wish to share and reflect

for each symbolic word carries a vibrational charge

it's not just what you say but the tone with which you say it

so let us all be reminded to always speak from our hearts

may love be the guiding force behind the messages we transmit

[lovecast]

When I Meditate:

Energy emanates through me.
Nothingness is, mainly, what I see.
Ethereal thoughts come - and then they go.
Reality becomes a Light show.
God becomes no one other than me.
You become my greatest mystery.

very nice!

I might even consider reversing my stance on giving likes because of this post  

 one who does not like to like
is unlike the unliked
who like to be liked

unlike the greatly liked
the unliked seek to be just once liked
 and once liked, are free from being unliked

so wouldn't like to like
so the unliked may let go feeling unliked?
& all would like to be like you,
whom i also like, like you do! ;-)

[Plenum]

what is the sound of one Like clapping
deep in the forest of love
it casts no sound, no shadow
it is a Like given freely, without an apron.

without a Will, there is a way
the Like will find the way
I never ate one of Bob's Burgers
and yet all roads lead to roam.

- -

beamed out in love to lovecast.

[lovecast]

Flight of the Fire-Crystal Dragon

By lovecast

[sup]©[/sup] Saturday, April 20, 2013, (updated version: March 25, 2015)

[sup]No part of this work may be shared or reproduced in any form without express permission of the author,[/sup]

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Star children all – we bend the ear of God & Goddess in the fear-filled night;

Each soul calling … calling – in colors beyond rainbow's delight..

SHRILL – a night hawk swoops to snatch its' prey;

Talons filled with meat for sustenance, now satisfied until another day.

The fowler's snare bent – posed to snag one who flies astray;

Deliver us this night, all as one, must needs, we pray.

The carrion of soul horror is seeking for such as we;

When we loose heart & forsaking truth, seek not to be.

At wits end, then each reach out the hand, to hold a sister – a brother;

Not blood, but truly a blessed gift from Father – from Mother.

Instantly hearts are warmed – but how? ... not known;

For within, tinder is kindled, fanned to flame by tenderness shown.

We travel a desert perilous path, where one false step – our last;

Yet lingering too long, we find our feet mired in sand – sinking fast.

So journey, we must, yet not alone;

We send aloft our thanks to the heavenly throne.

For now we see by moon-light, star-seeds merged as one;

From innumerable heart-flames joined, of myriad-a-daughter, of minion-a-son.

Divine answer arrives – The Fire-Crystal Dragon flies high in our sky;

To keep watch for all, & now comes to greet us with true Light of Divine supply.

We mount upon winged steed, to hold-high Divine Love-Light;

As life-bringers all, we liberated, take flight.

Now safe, but not secret, our new found freedom extinguishes our fear;

We find soul sustenance renewed, rapture with awe inspiring good cheer.

For to heights yet unknown, Sky-Rider ascends upon up-draft of passion;

Until seen clearly, our soul-path unfolds in heart-felt compassion.