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Thursday Rain

They weep with a collective moan

For humanity taking possession

Of blessings granted in freedom 

For the thunder will begin to strike

At half past the new moon 

As the wrath of disappointment reigns

Awakening truth is those sleeping

But except for those deceased

Growing weary in their pain 

For the forgotten is the beginning 

An ever-being returning again

Until the fires erupt hellaciously 

And the barren will sprout again

A new life found in the garden

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Written by ALifeWitArt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Thursday Rain
They weep with a collective moan
For humanity taking possession
Of blessings granted in freedom 
For the thunder will begin to strike
At half past the new moon 
As the wrath of disappointment reigns
Awakening truth is those sleeping
But except for those deceased
Growing weary in their pain 
For the forgotten is the beginning 
An ever-being returning again
Until the fires erupt hellaciously 
And the barren will sprout again
A new life found in the garden
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by AdrienMae27 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Question Everything

Consume! Obey!

...................Enslaved?

Sit back, Relax, Watch T.V.

Still believe you're not asleep?

Work, Work, Work,

For what you owe..........

While the name you claim

Is not your own.

Flat or globe?

Space or dome?

We should know............

It is our home.

Carbon copied,

...............simply cloned.

Playing God,

............creating drones.

Against the lies,

Take a stand.

Start spreading truth,

To fellow man.

With war and fear so

Out of hand,

We must start to love

…........and understand.

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Written by AdrienMae27 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Question Everything
Consume! Obey!
...................Enslaved?
Sit back, Relax, Watch T.V.
Still believe you're not asleep?
Work, Work, Work,
For what you owe..........
While the name you claim
Is not your own.
Flat or globe?
Space or dome?
We should know............
It is our home.
Carbon copied,
...............simply cloned.
Playing God,
............creating drones.
Against the lies,
Take a stand.
Start spreading truth,
To fellow man.
With war and fear so
Out of hand,
We must start to love
…........and understand.
#scifi  #nonfiction  #horror  #education  #poetry  #science  #politics  #spirituality  #news  #culture  #opinion 
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Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness

Be the King of your day

Good morning Sunshine!

Today is special because you are blessed

with a fresh start.

Now run with Lions!

Be the pride leader!

Roar the loudest!

Show people you are the King!

Now get out there and make this your hunt!

(Day)

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Written by Vyxyn in portal Stream of Consciousness
Be the King of your day
Good morning Sunshine!
Today is special because you are blessed
with a fresh start.
Now run with Lions!
Be the pride leader!
Roar the loudest!
Show people you are the King!
Now get out there and make this your hunt!
(Day)
#fantasy  #nonfiction  #adventure  #education  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture  #opinion 
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Who is in control of your life?
Written by AlSalehi

Refractory Response

They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck.

They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling tea-bound bergamot orange.

It is only after the moment where the pressure is released...

that You,

are nothing to me.

I no longer need

You…

and You,

no longer control me.

I can think clearly,

and I, am completely,

rational.

Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis

I can now unpeel

You,

from your power.

It is solely within this ever-escaping ephemeral moment

where the monkey holds

an unloaded gun…

that I can see

You,

for whom You truly are - -

No strings attached.

Copyright © 1986-2017

Al Salehi

All Rights Reserved

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Who is in control of your life?
Written by AlSalehi
Refractory Response
They say you control me, as I am the head, and You, the neck.
They say that through my stomach, You influence my heart... but the truth of your power actually lies beneath the navel of this boiling tea-bound bergamot orange.

It is only after the moment where the pressure is released...
that You,
are nothing to me.

I no longer need
You…
and You,
no longer control me.

I can think clearly,
and I, am completely,
rational.

Awaken, and no longer blinded by nature's hypnosis
I can now unpeel
You,
from your power.

It is solely within this ever-escaping ephemeral moment
where the monkey holds
an unloaded gun…

that I can see
You,
for whom You truly are - -

No strings attached.


Copyright © 1986-2017
Al Salehi
All Rights Reserved
#nonfiction  #romance  #horror  #education  #science  #philosophy  #mystery  #challenge  #politics  #spirituality  #culture  #opinion 
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Written by Nif

Sound carries further at night

Are there words when you scream at the moon?

Echoes of emotion bounce back from that cold stone

Dredged from depths of soul or stomachache

Casting a spell raging moaning rapturous.

The moon does not listen to mundane mutterings

Those are for the bright light of noon

or fluorescent flickering inside four walls

What is carried on your breath as you hurl it to the sky?

If your heart is on your sleeve or in your throat,

Then what power do you put into those sounds

That the moon evokes hanging above?

Will your whispers make the water droplets in the air 

change their state their forms or influence?

Or will shouting louder carry those feelings further,

To make the moon cry tears sizzling with power?

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Written by Nif
Sound carries further at night
Are there words when you scream at the moon?

Echoes of emotion bounce back from that cold stone

Dredged from depths of soul or stomachache

Casting a spell raging moaning rapturous.


The moon does not listen to mundane mutterings

Those are for the bright light of noon

or fluorescent flickering inside four walls


What is carried on your breath as you hurl it to the sky?

If your heart is on your sleeve or in your throat,

Then what power do you put into those sounds

That the moon evokes hanging above?


Will your whispers make the water droplets in the air 

change their state their forms or influence?

Or will shouting louder carry those feelings further,

To make the moon cry tears sizzling with power?
#poetry  #spirituality 
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Written by MEsolushospes in portal Stream of Consciousness

ONE COSMOS #149

human beliefs

sound extreme

wholly lucky

substance

created without limits

wrapping their minds around surplus- but

to accomplish

mind parasites tolerate one another

overcome individual possessions-

revolution

discovery

-external reality

of our own minds

the whole of existence

withdrawing projections

-beyond humans- 

the discarnate entities

-M.E.

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Written by MEsolushospes in portal Stream of Consciousness
ONE COSMOS #149
human beliefs
sound extreme
wholly lucky
substance
created without limits
wrapping their minds around surplus- but
to accomplish
mind parasites tolerate one another
overcome individual possessions-
revolution
discovery
-external reality
of our own minds

the whole of existence

withdrawing projections
-beyond humans- 
the discarnate entities

-M.E.
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #opinion 
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Written by brieannekt in portal Haiku

International Yoga Day Haiku

Evoking wisdom

Melding body and breath as one

Yogic Dance of Life

Pics are me

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Written by brieannekt in portal Haiku
International Yoga Day Haiku
Evoking wisdom
Melding body and breath as one
Yogic Dance of Life

Pics are me
#poetry  #spirituality  #culture  #opinion 
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Written by NjSeaSiren in portal Stream of Consciousness

your wish is not His command

God is not a genie

He doesn't grant wishes,

He answers prayers

And just because you didn't get

the answer you hoped for,

doesn't mean the prayer went unanswered

He gives what you need,

not what you want

So, don't have the audacity

to pray for guidance

unless you have enough faith

to follow the direction He leads you,

even if it isn't the path you wanted

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Written by NjSeaSiren in portal Stream of Consciousness
your wish is not His command
God is not a genie
He doesn't grant wishes,
He answers prayers
And just because you didn't get
the answer you hoped for,
doesn't mean the prayer went unanswered
He gives what you need,
not what you want
So, don't have the audacity
to pray for guidance
unless you have enough faith
to follow the direction He leads you,
even if it isn't the path you wanted
#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by JWIGGYTHELOON in portal Poetry & Free Verse

(-.+)In A World That's Just An Illusion(+.-)

Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.

You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.

There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.

You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.

You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.

To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.

Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.

What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.

No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.

Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.

Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.

From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.

You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.

You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.

Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.

You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.

You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.

From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.

You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.

Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.

Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.

You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.

To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.

On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.

You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.

Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.

Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.

You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.

When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.

A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.

You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.

You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.

In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.

Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.

Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.

A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.

You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.

You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.

It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.

You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.

You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.

This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.

You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.

You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.

There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.               

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(-.+)In A World That's Just An Illusion(+.-)
Your bruised, by this present evil age you've been used, only to be left abused... by your own hand.

You suffered great pain, in order to bring great gain, living in the fast lane... making castles out of sand.


There's no way to heal the hurt within; a bleeding hearts contusion.


You had a hard time as a child, after rebellion your character was styled, making you grow into a man that's wild... and never to be tamed.

You wanted to rock-n-roll, so you tortured your soul, allowing drugs to take their toll... with nobody but yourself to be blamed.


To party with the world; means to never live in seclusion.


Your mind has been implanted with some kind of demonic seed, there's a sick need, for the world's greed... that lives in your blood.

What comes from your veins, leaves deadly stains, on those who live on lower plains... stuck in the mud.


No escaping from what's under the skin; not even through a transfusion.


Your brain leaks, as it tweaks, from your tongue the god of this world speaks... in order to tell his lies.

Your poisonous lips, drop big old tips, that sink the ships... of all those you despise.


From a mouth that's hell bent; comes an endless evil extrusion.


You wear black denim, got a dirty girl to squeeze your lemon, so you can release your venom... between her thighs.

You act like your the cheese, every time she does a little tease, while you make aim to please... when she gives you those bedroom eyes.


Two ill bodies joined together at the hips; creates an ungodly soul infusion.


You're cursed like a deranged lunatic, worse than most those head sick, standing real thick... in them loony bins.

You get to actin' like a big old prick, with an ego that's slick, in having every mental trick... to be sure it always wins.


From Hell, there's a look above to love; that can only see its exclusion.


You contend with everyone that fights, under the neon lights, for their rights... to gain fortune and fame.

Although it bites, in order to reach the heights, you have in your sights... You make hints that Rambo should've been your name.


Suggesting the World drew first blood; to the powers that be is just an allusion.


You've been stuck moving slow, living low, and pimping any old hoe... in order to cope.

To those needle freaks, having undies full of shit streaks, and those that talk from crows beaks... you've felt the need to sell some dope.


On the path of the quick, and the dead; there's room for inclusion.


You desired to be like every other stealer, wheeler, and dealer... living care free and red.

Not scared to get in a tussle, using a little muscle, to hustle... when it comes to making some bread.


Illegal acts seen by curious eyes; leads to joining the collusion.


You bought, into what you once fought, and that's to be taught... now you got a handful of Kings, and no Jacks.

When it comes to the speed, and the weed; It's no longer any problem for you to make an ounce, bounce, through fiends that pounce... while you sit back watching how fast the cash stacks.


A small amount of dough can be used; to bring into fruition a large profusion.


You get a hold, of what never grows old, and is worth twice its weight in gold... to do more with it than just flaunt.

You get a man to see, what you got don't come free, and if a guy had money for a taste; you could make it be... A poor fellas feelings are something you like to taunt.


In every desperate man exists a bomb; in need of drugs for its diffusion.


Your quick to break down the door of a woman to get her to dip, slip, and trip... on the ice.

Leaving her stuck with no reason, to find a new season, to be pleasin'... due to being stuck on a vice.


A mind, body, and soul is never the same; after a wicked intrusion.


You've spent time in your mind, to grind, in ways to find, the means to keep eyes blind... out on the streets.

You think by the way you survive, to stay alive, and often thrive... you've conquered great feats.


It's a false sense of security; to temporarily see through confusion.


You've failed to realize, something you should have took time to recognize, and that's who's behind all the lies... that you full heartedly believe.

You've allowed your mind to become fitly suited, so it could be polluted, and diluted... by the devils many ways to deceive.


This wicked World has been given over to fall under a strong delusion.


You masquerade uptown, and downtown like a spade, warring a fade... always playing center stage.

You have no clue, there's only a few, who know what's true... and that's the fact; we've come into the beginning of the end, of this evil age.


There's no escaping a reality that's bound by time; in a world that's just an illusion.               
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Subtle smoke screens

Filter through drama and dreams.

Emotional baggage carries away on a cloud.

Pure Consciousness deems

Concentrated Clarity

Soul Sincerity

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Subtle smoke screens
Filter through drama and dreams.
Emotional baggage carries away on a cloud.
Pure Consciousness deems
Concentrated Clarity
Soul Sincerity
#poetry  #spirituality 
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