poetry
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Consciously I believe Half the world is still asleep, Not interested in anything But what they’re told And what to believe. Why don’t they wake up Are they really happy, With this life of apathy And being spoon fed Life on a spoon instead, Or finding and discovering, Answers for themselves. They’ve been given life…
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She was ethereal Maybe that was her appeal She need a human touch And in astral flight they met In the multiverse they touch Among the stars and nebulae They forged a love in light And in the passion and energy They discovered such delight He savored and devoured her soft body With his lips…
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Spicy is the best way to describe her she is hot, and needs handling with care, just like a chilli she can blow away your senses, leaving you sweaty and totally demented, she is tall, slim and sassy and the rebellious type, takes no rubbish but gave very good advice, she is full of humor…
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Picture courtesy of -: The Human Experience @thehumanxp
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Picture courtesy of The Human Experience @thehumanxp
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In the moment of exhilaration And spiritual exaltation As you feel the vibrancy and the energy combined As you feel your physical essence flowing Let me be that reason Let me be that being Rising you up to that Climactic peak And let me know That you have reached Higher degrees of frequency Through connectivity…
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I work my little garden patch, Planting the seeds And pulling the weeds, Growing my vegetables Watering my plants, Watching them grow In sheer elegance, An array of colours It pleases me as the dance, To see such incredible beauty In my little garden patch. The vegetables grow In perfect rows, Radishes, carrots and new…
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We are a light refraction Through endless space, We live a life that we create, Seems we are sadists We love the pain But through this we learn So then we gain, Knowledge and strength Through improved consciousness, Understanding duality In every aspect, Do we appreciate the good As much as the bad? Do we…
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Tribal nature holding us back I thought we had evolved further than that I thought we were closing the divides Hoped that we had stopped choosing sides Wished we learning to come together Heal old wounds and go hell for leather In to learning and understanding everyone’s unique ways Where tolerance would path the way…
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The loudest the more outspoken Act as if that’s strength They dominate the quieter more thoughtful types Labelling them as meek and weak And there to be led and treated like sheep But a stand must be a made And quiet voices should be raised Their voices should be made to be heard And they…
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