My broken dreams woven like a geometric tapestry, A split mind divided by natures duality, I am a black hole filled with white noise, In silence I sit in the lotus poise, Connect to the intellect that's infinite, And Breath in the sun energy of the pyramids, The source of life that the devil forbids, Thinking is algorithms, Alpha rhythms that leave the ignorant in paroxysms, Mathematically divine like Tesla, My heart bullet proof like Kevlar, In the city of London I dwell, Born in this concrete hell, I astral travel to the Wuddang mountains, and learn Tai Chi with the Shoalins, Visions of an ancient future, Alchemists cooking ayhasucas, My spirit dances with the wind, Like the devil staring at you in an empty bottle of gin, Through my winter dreamz, I can see the light, The aurora borealis beams, Even in the obsidian night, Opened myself for the world to see, Hidden behind a shroud of mystery, My pen ink glows like the elixir, Speaking in tongue like a trickster, Jesus resurrected with a glock, Apocalyptic gunshots, Higher taxations, deadly vaccinations, Mushroom hallucinations, Hypnotised by the beauty of the unspoken, Once again, Silence Prevails, Like when the lamb opened the 7 seals, Feeling blinded as if written in braille, A dual helix, matrix glitch, a black felix, Im at one with the sun, Shooting stars from my golden gun, Its commonly accepted that at death people see the light, Born again, babies opening their eyes, We live in an enso, No start or finish, no where to go, My biology is holographic, My mentality is fragmatic, Observing the socially mechanical, Machine men with machine minds, Nearly forgot to make this line rhyme, I got mad skills, it takes patience still, like archeologists excavating hills,
Peace and love and freedom
P.S I realise the structure is non existent, this was just how I felt it, 100% organic randomness.
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Wow  Simply awesome "Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind" - Albert Einstein
"The Mighty One appears, the horizon shines. Atum appears on the smell of his censing, the Sunshine- god has risen in the sky, the Mansion of the pyramidion is in joy and all its inmates are assembled, a voice calls out within the shrine, shouting reverberates around the Netherworld." - Egyptian Book of the Dead
"Man fears time, but time fears the Pyramids" - 9th century Arab proverb
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Global wrote:Wow  Simply awesome Thanks Global, I had to write it down as quickly as possible and thought I would share it here at the forum of love! I cant explain it, sometimes these words are strung together like planets and they just rotate around my mind. Other times, I seem to stutter and get flustered when trying to communicate. Thanks you for appreciating it. Woven dreams
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Global wrote:Wow  Simply awesome i concur
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hug46 wrote:Global wrote:Wow  Simply awesome i concur Thank you friend, its such a confidence boost to hear these comments.
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Hey, rhymes whippin through like winter Psychedelics smashin mild minds to splinters Like tinder Im ablazin Im raisin this awareness and ain't praisin no one but I'm savin My mental This worlds hard not gentle, eating common clowns like lentils, smoke deem hit temples seems these aminations got this networked nation spacin on a substance thats amazin and you know envious enemies get smoked like common green, test the sea, entropy full force like delta G Quicker than action potentials, my minds actions my pencil Comin through confidential, rhymes lighting then still just pause Kinda weak. See if I can't come through with something not on the tale end of bake. Really feeling what you dropped though. Recognize the realness, beautiful. Living to Give
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You got a nice flow! I really like how you rhyme man, mine was kind of robotic and lacked any direction. Thanks for the kind comments and your vibes are much appreciated on my end, sometimes it happens, sometimes it don't you was on the brink though I could more wanting to come out. These are rare moments for me, believe!
Love this line
test the sea, entropy full force like delta G
Felt empowered.
Peace and love
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Beautiful! I love it, Wovendreams! Packed full of goodies  Cave paintings, very enjoyable to read through yours as well. Good stuff. The inner soul is full of joy. Reveal my secrets and sew me whole. With each day, "I" heeds your call. You may not care the slightest and may not be the brightest, but from here "I" sees you're mighty for you created it all.
And the jumbling sea rose above the wall.
Through this chaos comes the order you enthrall.
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VIII wrote:Beautiful! I love it, Wovendreams! Packed full of goodies  Cave paintings, very enjoyable to read through yours as well. Good stuff. Again, I cant express how humbling this is, it really encourages my personal growth and helps me feel like I have value, thank you so much! And I agree, Cave Paintings bought his magic to this post.
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Hey woven, really appreciate the kind words. I'd like to commend you again on what you wrote, still integrating it haha. And thank you VIII! Anyhow, inspired me to write another. Alright, see these syllables ain't biblical, comin through mad spiritual, but no scriptures this diction's ungrippable Go rip a bowl, or something to ease the mind, see these times have me feelin crusty like orange rinds Read the signs, not feeling very tangible after that DMT my mind's unhandleable Ask the animals, they primordial, the truth ain't cordial coming straight from my cortical Plexus, ask the nexus, the realness is spreading infectious from the neck its kinda hectic Just test this, nothing standardized, these standard eyes open wide as I divine the comin of the times To they cochleas, rhymes hotter than erotica, jungles gnarly like exotica, pay attention im droppin the Essence, feel my presence like presents, bring pleasant to peasants and givin feathers to pheasants Ain't confessin, no sin in my system, this reality is blessed and I'm blissed son, I'll rip one with forces ionic, strong chronic, burn lies with acids that proprionic Take a tonic, these atoms be medicinal, these problems come vicinal in your face I'm dippin full force through the atmosphere, had to hear the voice of the Earth 'for my mind was clear Bringing fears to tears yo I'm healing these people with patterns from the ceiling yo it's fleeting but it's more than just a feeling Living to Give
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My style strike your dome like a cobra, explosive knowledge, the supernova, The holographic shaman, Creation from my respiration, My pain is my elevation, Observing a brainwashed nation, I evade time like tax evaders, Breathe deep like darth vadar, The Jedi mind, one rhyme at a time, Eat fungi to cure the mind, Aquatic court systems, The law of the sea on the law of the land, I take flight in my pineal gland, Air force one, presidential transport, In a stargate of star dust I teleport, A nucleus of love, A white dove, Corrupted big bruv, In this darkness I remain bright, A crystal pyramid of light, Wearing robes of purple like a druid, Words transform into an elixir fluid, Poetry for the soul, When I speak, my aurora glows, I write in golden ratios, Mapping the stars like Galileo, Paragraphs of perpetual motion, Encased with infinite emotions, My trojan intricately designed, On papyrus these spells were predefined, My energy is primordial, My editorial is pictorial, A journey to the lost city of Sumeria, The Gods hidden in a past millennia, Anti gravity machinery, To India's Maharishi, Laser projecting Staff's, That's how they aligned with the stars, A mystery like the Baghdad battery, Hidden from us within this ignorant anarchy, Speak the truth and its quackery, Unless the open ears, then its flattery, I mastered self in this Gallery, My echoes reach the four corners of earth, a whirlwind ripping out the dirt, Inner cymatics causing the riots to disperse, Connect to the Kinetic, Vibrational harmony, Chakras spinning in my biology, Like bank rolls in this monopoly, Silence is your only democracy, So I think in my own philosophy, Robert Fludd methodology...
Nice breakthrough brother, your poetry was the spark of inspiration that bought this to the table, enjoy and one love!
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- Quietly Awaiting Persecution - A bedroom with a broken clock can create a timeless sanctuary from life's dreadful appointments, burdens, phobic anxieties I've got the Fortitude Blues Recalling all jobs unfinished, assignments uncompleted, books I got tired of projects 3/4 drawn, 2/3 colored, 1/2 signed stored on a cold shelf to catch cold and die. Even short ideas (I call poetry) never completely touch ground. This minor bit of literature a major accomplishment. Done. -John- My flesh moves, like liquid. My mind is cut loose.
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sitting pensive pon the ledge extending into desert skies in vastness which drown out lies the many angles ask that eye comply but the one who sees shall never die to such lack of patience the vesica pisces representation is more than the words heard or what they're saying but the inter-relation passing through in stasis no detriment no augmentation yet what yet realized how to rephrase it so many times as ours is fading then reinstated by new generation repugnant and salacious babylon enslave them too far gone to save them from false usage of our sameness seared betwixt a bundle of sticks father allah god return facades to nix inside out in following supreme not from others but the self from where all knowledge glean and all in all that's done and clean a puzzle peaceless yet serene
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effulgent efflorescence found within her irie essence vivacious and vital in spirit leaves fall jeweled in senescence listen in to hear it a subtle hunch which form our appearance the foundation of our blessing a symbiote scintilla to whom there is no second guessing to ask of one the realist
the autumn of our heart has now passed as we depart in which way we will embark to light another spark the thickest brush turn to sparse to fertilize the ground and as I wander through the ashes I plant the seeds I've found
i settle underground without a single inkling enjoy my ship so unbereft i love to watch it sinking and as we walk the trees who talk are tinkering a fluteless tune to shoot the moon the flowing flume froth winking
and now the room gone shrinking nowhere lost gone to thinking
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lonesome as i sit and write the fire of the sun has in its rise begun to shine its light wonder what i'm missing as i grow too undefined
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continere latin sun was sincere elite ones sighin keepin pearls from us fly in to the sun more prepared than icarus unseared split atomic concepts out of fear swine we be called when we hold contentus or was it a mind who could see deep and clear crushing us with more iterations no time to sum should i let go or contend with immaculate conception absolute contentum ps. C.R.E.A.M. get d money!
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