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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Conclusions Drawn From the Corner Seat

Two sweat-dried ladies

Walk into the bar

Freckled by the sun and

Enthusiasm buffed

By the sand and by history

They announce: It's a road trip

And someone buys them a round

They are returning from the beach

Back to reality and

To monotony, waiting

Their baggage is stuffed

With disappointment and

Pink souvenir glasses

They toss their hair --

Over-processed and dry

And frayed in concert

With the over-processed laughs

Their trip didn't bear

The fruit they had craved

Two 40-something lookers

Revealing a grandmother's secret:

Lightened by lemon juice

And, desperately, they flirt

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Conclusions Drawn From the Corner Seat
Two sweat-dried ladies
Walk into the bar
Freckled by the sun and
Enthusiasm buffed
By the sand and by history
They announce: It's a road trip
And someone buys them a round
They are returning from the beach
Back to reality and
To monotony, waiting
Their baggage is stuffed
With disappointment and
Pink souvenir glasses
They toss their hair --
Over-processed and dry
And frayed in concert
With the over-processed laughs
Their trip didn't bear
The fruit they had craved
Two 40-something lookers
Revealing a grandmother's secret:
Lightened by lemon juice
And, desperately, they flirt
#poetry  #culture  #sunscreen 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Pole Vaulter

I will find the balance.

Somewhere between

Human and God.

A place just right:

not too hot,

and not too cold.

Tiptoeing on

the crooked spinal cord

Of flooded roads,

I look down, but--

Quickly,

I look up.

Balancing in-

between Good and Evil,

I remove my mask

at midnight, alone.

Desire and innocence

duel insatiably.

And forget the primaries.

Forget the pastels:

Let us seep

Into the neutral tones.

Reflecting the Earth,

and complimenting Heaven.

It isn't jazz,

nor is it classical.

The sun:

It shines,

but the clouds break

Its glaring compassion

Because

I am not a doormat

Nor am I a warrior.

The smoke: too big,

It looks like clowns.

Smeared.

But sadness burdens me --

With morose perversion.

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Pole Vaulter
I will find the balance.
Somewhere between
Human and God.
A place just right:
not too hot,
and not too cold.
Tiptoeing on
the crooked spinal cord
Of flooded roads,
I look down, but--

Quickly,
I look up.
Balancing in-
between Good and Evil,
I remove my mask
at midnight, alone.
Desire and innocence
duel insatiably.

And forget the primaries.
Forget the pastels:
Let us seep
Into the neutral tones
.

Reflecting the Earth,
and complimenting Heaven.
It isn't jazz,
nor is it classical.

The sun:
It shines,
but the clouds break
Its glaring compassion

Because
I am not a doormat
Nor am I a warrior.

The smoke: too big,
It looks like clowns.
Smeared.

But sadness burdens me --
With morose perversion.
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

White Noise

My heart breaks in the silence

Shattering amongst the unsound

Screaming without a voice

And my shudders grow silent

As I weep alone in the darkness

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
White Noise
My heart breaks in the silence
Shattering amongst the unsound
Screaming without a voice
And my shudders grow silent
As I weep alone in the darkness
#romance  #poetry  #spirituality 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Stream of Consciousness

...

I am fading ...

Outside your peripheral

Barely intelligible

With lines blurred and --

I am caught below the surface

Watch me.

As my shadow dissolves

It isn't personal

Because:

You can't see my face.

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Stream of Consciousness
...
I am fading ...
Outside your peripheral
Barely intelligible
With lines blurred and --
I am caught below the surface
Watch me.
As my shadow dissolves
It isn't personal
Because:
You can't see my face.
#poetry 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fragile Want

He turns to vapor

When I reach

Longingly

With desire pulsing

Abandoning me

To my own demise

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fragile Want
He turns to vapor
When I reach
Longingly
With desire pulsing
Abandoning me
To my own demise
#romance  #poetry  #spirituality 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Stream of Consciousness

...a somewhat disinterested, yet rambling, consciousness

Her slow silhouette is illuminated against the ivory shade drawn behind the Moon's dimmed eyes as she crosses the vacated room. She raises a copper chalice with cynical levitation as she salutes to disenchanted loyalty; her blood-stained lips contort just enough into the upward curtsy of learned behavior, as she exhales with intent.

Her flesh bares the years removed from history with a crescent curvature worn to a perfect imperfection. And her steadfast hips nestle the womb of what was once her babe's cradle. [As the Earth's orbit sways her organs to sleep.]

The tarnished markings of fool's gold rings are cortexual trophies on display: they are the green ribbons tied to her loose fingers purposed to remind the forgetful of yesterday's woes.

And the Moon begins to set...

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Stream of Consciousness
...a somewhat disinterested, yet rambling, consciousness
Her slow silhouette is illuminated against the ivory shade drawn behind the Moon's dimmed eyes as she crosses the vacated room. She raises a copper chalice with cynical levitation as she salutes to disenchanted loyalty; her blood-stained lips contort just enough into the upward curtsy of learned behavior, as she exhales with intent.

Her flesh bares the years removed from history with a crescent curvature worn to a perfect imperfection. And her steadfast hips nestle the womb of what was once her babe's cradle. [As the Earth's orbit sways her organs to sleep.]

The tarnished markings of fool's gold rings are cortexual trophies on display: they are the green ribbons tied to her loose fingers purposed to remind the forgetful of yesterday's woes.

And the Moon begins to set...

#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Erupting with weeds, the seeds scattered helplessly

I heard Time whisper

As it began to fade

From up-above

As it balanced intently

Above an oak tree and

Through the melancholy lens

Of my childlike eyes

I watched the trigger

Sparking a chain reaction

As it walked tightrope on

A crooked branch

High and forgotten

And preparing to dive

As it tripped on the bark

Scabbed with a hiccup

Before nosediving to Earth

With flaked ash in follow

And eyes-closed it plundered

Into the mouth

Split wide and hungry

As evolution swallowed

The splash we created

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Erupting with weeds, the seeds scattered helplessly
I heard Time whisper
As it began to fade
From up-above
As it balanced intently
Above an oak tree and
Through the melancholy lens
Of my childlike eyes
I watched the trigger
Sparking a chain reaction
As it walked tightrope on
A crooked branch
High and forgotten
And preparing to dive
As it tripped on the bark
Scabbed with a hiccup
Before nosediving to Earth
With flaked ash in follow
And eyes-closed it plundered
Into the mouth
Split wide and hungry
As evolution swallowed
The splash we created
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture  #society 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

untitled sleep

I woke up with a rush

To dissolve below

The catacomb mouth

Below my bed and

Between the floorboards

As I slithered away

I watched Light fade

Abandoning me

To finite Darkness

With a soldier's crawl

Towards the exit

Where the color of Life

Envelops me

Whole

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
untitled sleep
I woke up with a rush
To dissolve below
The catacomb mouth
Below my bed and
Between the floorboards
As I slithered away
I watched Light fade
Abandoning me
To finite Darkness
With a soldier's crawl
Towards the exit
Where the color of Life
Envelops me
Whole
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I eavesdrop on

The shadows mumbling

Gathered 'round

The water cooler

They hum, dressed in red

Power illuminated

Below their eyes

Darkened

With grey smog collected

Sleepless at dusk

They walk and

Roam topless

Their compass broke

But they spin the hands

Like the face of a clock

On a board game of cardboard

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I eavesdrop on
The shadows mumbling
Gathered 'round
The water cooler
They hum, dressed in red
Power illuminated
Below their eyes
Darkened
With grey smog collected
Sleepless at dusk
They walk and
Roam topless
Their compass broke
But they spin the hands
Like the face of a clock
On a board game of cardboard
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Stream of Consciousness

minds consummated in wine awakened kneeling with upward descent towards the beginning

Theyare speaking in burned tongue, completing thoughts with cyclic understanding and bursting epiphanies. Fruit so ripe, afterbirth rushes from their flesh freshly split: 


 And they rinsed their hands in the spring water flowing from the mouth of a river lined with a choir baptized in Light.


Their communal voice is mouthing inverted sign language, Truth ascending, as foretold by the Stars. 


 And the typescript Braille that scrolled boldly upon the face of the Moon was superintended by the Sun, and it echoed the cries of an angel.


And with spiritual resurrection, they compassionately stretch their wings feathered in ivory across a universe fallen silent to the ancient dialect unearthed and resounding.

And they wait for the trumpets to sound

All-too-human they writhed, churning oil from roots, but in-sync they fell humble, watching consciousness expand.

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Stream of Consciousness
minds consummated in wine awakened kneeling with upward descent towards the beginning
Theyare speaking in burned tongue, completing thoughts with cyclic understanding and bursting epiphanies. Fruit so ripe, afterbirth rushes from their flesh freshly split: 

 And they rinsed their hands in the spring water flowing from the mouth of a river lined with a choir baptized in Light.

Their communal voice is mouthing inverted sign language, Truth ascending, as foretold by the Stars. 

 And the typescript Braille that scrolled boldly upon the face of the Moon was superintended by the Sun, and it echoed the cries of an angel.

And with spiritual resurrection, they compassionately stretch their wings feathered in ivory across a universe fallen silent to the ancient dialect unearthed and resounding.

And they wait for the trumpets to sound
All-too-human they writhed, churning oil from roots, but in-sync they fell humble, watching consciousness expand.
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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