Metaphysics
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Multicoloured astral dream Traveling in wings and laser beams, Circling planetary rings Surfing along the cosmic swing, Being amazed by everything Hearing creation sing, A song of conscious users also song Dragging stars as we travel on, Dodging supernova’s explosive aura Sailing through a maze and plethora, Of nebulae and comets fields I don’t care…
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Pause between breathes That’s mindfulness The moment of Non thought And stillness. That pause In the moment Is where reality Resides Away from the Illusory creation Defined In everything we do In our everyday Return to your Consciousness Without delay. Via : daily prompt: Pause
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I hope to see you later I miss you so much now I hope to see later It’s been far to long I miss the time we spent The fun times where we laughter Where you would look at me As I was always daft. I hope I see you later For I miss you…
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Grew up in a maelstrom Of mindless violence, Grew up in an atmosphere Of total silence, Where if others had something Someone else wanted, They would just seize The chance and take it, Had to watch your back, Had to watch your mouth, Keep your eyes looking down And get yourself respect, Or you would…
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He screamed at the night Yelled out aloud, Frustrated by his life Of pressure and strife. He has fought to be the change In a a society that is vague, On what it takes, To rearrange a life That can often be quite strained. And in the name of all that’s good, We reject all…
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Gratitude for Vermisilitude, Within the attitude Of our being and light As we take flight, To higher plains Of astral beings, In the ebony of Universal night.
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Astronomical Anatomical Cosmological Theological Often comical Always spiritual Can be visceral Aspects and Shades of Humanity.
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She took him to a sheer drop, With her sheer stockings And as his heart stopped, Her delights for him she was unlocking And his mind raced and he saw her face, She had a mischievous look And a wicked grin. She knew what he liked And she knew what he wanted So gave him…
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Busta rhythm, Busta rhyme, Bust it up Time after time, Busta a verse, Busta prose, Speak good words And watch them grow.
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Chase the rabbit down the hole Searching the dark where did it go Clocks chime and echo around my head I wonder where the rabbit the went. I wander caves I did not know But each one told a story so The first a place of loathing and fear That made me question all I…