Category: Poetry
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I make Ψ§ΩΨ΅ΩΨ§Ψ© to the NorthStar, towards Aurora; Towards the purest form of me I’m informed of. In the Matchless’ palace, my chalice is Borealis,Overflowing with atmosphere and stardust. I make Ψ§ΩΨ΅ΩΨ§Ψ© to the Concealed One, beyond Galaxy HD1, towards the Revealed Son, that makes the winter sun feil*; Towards the appealing, ultraviolet, yet surreal,…
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A poem by CryoSparkle from Art of Poetry made for me! π₯° A page untouched, a breath on hold,A silence dressed in white and goldβThatβs where he lives, thatβs where he floats:The echo named βππ₯ππ§π.ππππβ.No ink yet spilled, no tale yet told,Yet every heartbeat feels his mold.A pause between what is and seems,The space where…
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[Bridge]He diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyHe diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyHe diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyHe diedHe rose to the skyA matadorThrow your rose to the skyPlease be whole before you goBye![Verse]Mad man like Jon HammI ain’t…
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They say “the apple don’t fall far from the tree”It leaves me queasy βI can’t stomach the gravity of this situationI plummet into a cavity and dissipatesin parroting in the incubated A desire conceived and birthedDeserved for the Bathsheba An empire of deceit and murder A moment of mirth seceded by curse The deed conferredEven…
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The Filament is filling men With His Light and His Word See, Christ came to serve *No*… …Matter how you’re feeling then,I got bites that’ll nourishSo life can still flourish When there’s lack but greed Fall back, reprieve Supplement *Sap* Like the Asp en T r e e Perspicacity Veracity Thrashing *Cap* Like the Mag…
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I was fighting with my blood Might as well have sickle cellYou can tell that I was sick I put the sickle to my cells πͺNo trace of this mental jail I guess I stenciled out my self When the doctor questioned healthI locked up truth, no hint of bail Attention deficit was evidentI’m negligent…
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Part IRodents run in the retail rotunda with rooks There’s no slumber in sootBlackface in the rat raceThe back page of an aristocratGrappling tit for tatwhile getting your business smackedAt Saks on Fifth Got sacked on the fifth Now her fit sags Vividly shellacked Sat next to a chilling sax “What happened?”The wicked whispered their…
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Π©Π΅ ΡΡΡΠ±Π°Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ²ΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡ, The carnal beasts didn’t honor peaceSo, God releasedThe harm they preached…Wages paid by plaguesHis agency enraged for placing babies in a cageThis play is staged Every moral agent Has an aging anguish to placate They stateSodom and Gomorrah Had a taste but The claim is misplacedBecause the wrath displayedIn Romans…
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It’s like a cycle of nightmares in inception.Wake up to find myself in the care of a dead one. If there’s levels to this, where’s my resurrection?Because your Jesus doesn’t look like the one of Lazarus’ recollection. Reflection. Deflection. Rejection. Silenced by the deafening decibels of their violence and weapons.While your silence merely deadens.We don’t…
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At Gravesend… Past the Days Inn… It was J. Smith… With equations… Instead of graphs and charts, He had formulas.Instead of Basquiat’s Art, a sorcerer. Remember, the blind lead the blind into sciences.* The wiz mixed dimes for his client’s fix. The sign language used to hide the brickresembled hieroglyph or Maya script. Molding men…