#esoteric

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  • rockpaperscissors 21w

    Or it's just me

    Tonight my eyes
    Contemplate space and time
    My mind beholds it
    Right by my might lies the night sky
    Then watch I the clouds go by
    Or they watch my life go by
    Imperceptible i seem
    To the mighty king
    Who sees the unseen
    Pride at my collar
    Heaven behind my breastplate
    Oh that I might
    Percieve what he sees
    A gazillion mes or it's just me ....
    ©rockpaperscissors

  • devilfish 35w

    It Was Like a Movie

    Everything was moving
    Life was interacting
    I was gaining traction
    But that was just an illusion
    Because now I feel I'm losing
    Out of touch while my clutch is loosening
    Can't remember much of what
    I've been doing or what it's like to be innocent
    I'm clueless and I feel so stupid
    I'm not left with any choice but to be
    Ambivalent
    In all of it's indifference
    But not because I'm sad
    It's because everything keeps shifting
    Shadows switching positions
    And it never goes back
    Time never stops keeping track
    As you go in one direction only then can
    You feel my collection of words
    And they'll mean more to you
    Than cheap thrills and always second
    Guessing
    All your blessings
    I think you changed me
    I think I myself have lessened
    Don't want to admit it
    But I'm fading fast
    And losing effervescence
    But you did
    I did
    I'm peeling
    Pressing
    Seeking
    Truth
    I isolated myself on my island
    While I try to compute
    Why I exterminated
    The art of love
    Left behind my home
    My heart tells me it's urgent
    I must do the deed and put on my gloves
    Where you're sounds of crying
    Will no longer violate or touch me
    Because here it does
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 36w

    My Black Shirt Skin With Black Cologne

    I look without a scope
    I don't judge or cast judgements
    Hasty generalizations are for most
    All I know is I cast my vote
    On a patriotic note
    I love my home
    Boston
    This place doesn't need a throne
    To reign in it's swirl of nightmares and dream
    A cyclone
    Of change
    Growth
    Pain
    Rage
    Death
    Faith
    Justice
    Viciously bleeding hate
    False claims
    Glass plates
    That break when things change
    But it's heart will remain
    When I walk through that place
    Nostalgia and pride pulsate through my veins
    I'm coming back to my heart
    I'm emptying myself of hate
    When I walk with this gain
    As I'd made ways
    In different times
    I adapt with my change
    Although pain has been known to
    Transform
    Replace
    The former
    Without destroying it's unique state
    Of being
    Our thoughts are something
    Innate
    Look me in the eyes when you see me walking
    Feel the energy talking to your mind
    In a way my aura plays it's rays of lunar crazed
    In the sunlight's rays
    My milky brown eyes
    Leak misty eyed beams of what I love
    The things I hate
    Even the concept itself
    But two even ends of the same thing
    I compartmentalize in trays on a shelf
    Where they make amends and I part ways
    But things haunt me to this days
    The things you can smell with enough experience
    If you don't see a thing
    And you just drink the water
    Without anyone leading you to it
    You already knew it
    Just do it
    Then walk in a fluid manner
    Congruent in your movement
    Will do it
    If you don't apply to much pressure
    Do it gradual
    With ease
    Tease the folds and crease with emotive
    Dreams and agony unfolding into
    A masterpiece of bettered tradgedies
    Even in formality
    The human race
    Is not lost in all totality
    It's tattered with falsifying fallacies
    That have seem to metamorphosis
    Of misinterpreted analogies
    Biased in philosophies
    But time is picking up it's velocity
    Let's increase generosity for the people
    I'm fed up with the formalities
    And ignorant informalities being
    Strung about by blasphemy
    And racist bags of meat
    But we must not bow to defeat
    As if we we're falling to their mercy
    On living feat with voices that can shift tides
    With it's power like the sea
    Let me go free freedom
    We have our speech
    We must not lift our noses in
    Privilege
    We need to be strong
    We are
    Because we had to be
    We have to be
    We are
    I could be you
    You could be me
    It's a mirror
    If you look closely
    It's clearer as you get nearer
    To the truth
    The unfamiliar interior
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 37w

    Shattered Glass

    Spring came
    And I feel the same sting
    From the ground
    As it devoured me
    I drown as my heart sinks
    In blame and bitter shame
    And my ears ring
    My tongue is tormented by the taste

    The pages of my past tear
    And the remaining are indistinct
    As I become less aware
    As my blood coats the sink
    As my thoughts drink my attention
    The deception before the drop off the brink
    Of my direction where it meets it's end
    Where the meaning is lost all my life
    In just one blink
    ©devilfish

  • fragment 46w

    The Seer's Crawl

    Can you see the Moon ?!
    She solicits emotions and fortune ;
    Stealing her light from the Sun ,
    Fated to eviternal duty while she croons .

    Beneath her and to the right
    We can visit her stubborn neighbor , Mars .

    Behold his warlike might — !
    Glowing red against the monochromatic veil of dying stars .

    Hypnotized by this transcendental wall ,
    The truth is that I am lost in their esoteric thrall !

    Greedy for their abstruse lessons and
    Showering myself in
    Ethereal light

    " Please , enlighten me with the sight ! "

    before my mortality mercilessly sees to it

    that I succumb and

    invariably

    d i s s o l v e . . .


    © Katherine Bernhardt

  • devilfish 50w

    Hurricane

    Is this what stillness could be?
    The space between the eyes that open wide awake and the time that loses shape as we wax and wane out of sleep
    A lunar cycle of lunar lust from lullabies that linger as their lies are fingers
    That scathe and trigger shivers down my spine growing scarily bigger and bigger
    I can't seem to run quicker my mind is louder tentatively shrugging as I dance in wilted flowers with my back to black clouds of coming storms
    I want to ignore but like mold they spore
    I could breathe in my presence before
    But my essence is no more
    And I am no more as I have successfully stored
    The times I have covered into a corpse
    Nightmarishly eery with gore
    I've seen this before
    It still scares me
    As it creeps up to my door
    In the corner on the floor
    I've grown fond of the sturdy floor
    It doesn't move so to be frightened
    Would beckon the question
    Well, surely you're crazy.
    So tell me, what for?
    I forgot I have more
    Stories to tell
    Their glories are splattered on the mirrors
    They're hurting the life they belong to
    This feeling I never felt but I long to
    I'm feeling I severed the heart that I can see I've done wrong to
    I never meant to kill me
    It's just time has come to fill me
    In on the bleak moment
    I creak moaning
    It's the doorways they're groaning
    At my mouth is mutters of mommy
    But foaming choking on the words
    Because she is no more I am sure
    I am left with a death
    And death is an axiomatic prognosis
    With no cure
    To seethe icy clouds they billow
    And burrow to the brittle bones
    The Willow's whispered and wept
    As they snapped like a neck
    From the noose that the wind
    Will take no time to grieve as it leaves
    A child bewildered and bereaved
    He couldn't speak
    The times he'd keep his thoughts
    From consuming the grim future
    Knowing it's mangled murder
    martyrdom and defeat
    It's a self fulfilled prophecy?
    ©devilfish

  • subtlnuegglytchspyt 60w

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    ©subtlnuegglytchspyt
    Yeah we went from firmly shaking hands,
    To the science of metabolic destruction. From the quaking of goosebumps reaffirming, our inner man.
    To flouride and aluminum,calcifying, our pineal gland.
    Carbon and copper is of our melanin, were electric people, the cause of many societies. But our Eve gene is sustanance.
    Blinded by the plight.
    We started the party Republican.
    All of our victorious history is hidden.
    By the powers that be,that lawed, the revisions.
    You can know anything, at this time with a little investigation .
    Look now without hesitating.
    Cause the gate is being closed by negation.
    We do this without props or any
    Provogation.
    Seriously im not one for,
    Lack of Manifestation,
    Play pretties dont satiate me,
    I need a real accomplice in this peace and harmony

  • dishatehra 74w

    इरादा

    क्या था कभी वो इरादा उस नदी का
    जो तुमको पानी देती है,
    जो खेतो को सींचा करती है
    क्या वह एक दिन बाढ़ भी लाएगी
    वह तो एक मात्र धारा है
    वह बस बहती बहती जाएगी।

    क्या था कभी वो इरादा उस मेघ का
    जो नदियों को पानी देता है,
    जो वर्षा लाया करता है
    क्या वह एक दिन भोकाल मचाएगा
    वह तो एक मात्र जलधर है
    वह बस हवा के रुख के साथ जाते जाएगा।

    क्या था कभी वो इरादा उस व्यक्ति का
    जो दुसरो को समझा करता था,
    जो कभी हँसकर मीठी बाते करता था
    क्या वह भी एक दिन यू ही सबसे दूरिया बनाता चला जाएगा
    वह तो एक मात्र पीड़ित व्यक्ति है
    वह बस अपने खयालो में ही घूम होता जाएगा।


    ©dishatehra

  • shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 77w

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    The irony

    I'm living in a world where,
    furnished principles are etched on signboards
    lanced into the hearts of it's own beings.

    I'm living in a world where,
    the deeper you dive into technology,
    the shallower your conscience gets.

    I'm living in a world where,
    demons ascend the pedestal,
    and the demiurge's soul is stuck in it's concrete.

    I'm living in a world where,
    you die before you make a sentence out of the alphabet you've learnt about how to live.

    I'm living in a world where,
    every one chops off the very bough of the tree they're sitting on claiming they want logs to build a home.

    I'm living in a world,
    where being you,
    is considered a taboo.

    I'm living in a world where,
    being a human,I'm a misanthrope.
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen

  • shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 78w

    Abyss

    I slipped down from the tree of life,
    I plummeted deep down into an abyss,
    cavernous and dark,
    I heard the shovel of circumstances digging out soil of support to make it a more spiralling and perptually bottomless doom!

    I cried for help,
    but heard nothing but my own distress echoing within my emptiness before fading away without reaching anyone else's ears!

    It was a marshy and slippery land,
    with things going out of hand,
    and I was soon running of out oxygen
    of inspiration!

    The last extant ray of hope started dimming out
    and the entity called time going virtually extinct!

    Every thing came to a standstill,
    with deafening silence,
    feet stuck in bog of helplessness,
    and arrant gloom besieging me!

    I somehow found my way out,
    but by then,
    my arbor vitae, stood wizened,
    with most branches called friends,
    acquaintances and relatives being cut off
    except for a few enduring ones!
    I finally took a breath of relief,
    and continued to water my tree of life with
    the elixir of optimism!
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen

  • shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 81w

    Dream diaries
    Part five: Resurrection

    When life impels you down the cliff of your comfort zone into a gorge furnished with
    thorny bushes of insults,
    slippery rocks of risks,
    bumpy terrain of responsibilities,
    you might see yourself blacking out in confusion,
    bleeding from helplessness,
    and in a near death experience,
    but when you find your way up,back to the cliff,
    you'll be twice as strong,with renewed vigour,
    akin to a mettlesome knight,
    alive and resurrected,
    that's when you find the exact purpose of your plunge!
    Resurrection!
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen
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    #life
    #thoughts

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    Resurrection

  • shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 81w

    All the cataclysm is led by phantasm!
    And once commenced,even if you wished it were an illusion, it's still going be a destructive tribulation!
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen

  • shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 81w

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    Phantasm

    From success hindered by perpetual procrastination,
    to loss of foresight by utter desperation.

    From quest for revenge from pointless self-conceit,
    to inhumane narcissism weaving a web of deceit.

    From substances being abused by you,
    to substances abusing you.

    From homicides led by boundless exasperation,
    to suicides led by blinding desolation.

    Every cataclysm is led by phantasm,
    Every tribulation was once an illusion!

    What might seem like a random thought passing by might lead to irrepairable damage!

    Don't let the transient illusions by hormones, sluttish games by your brain and overpowering emotions decide the future of your reality!

    Because,
    All the cataclysm is led by phantasm!
    And once commenced,even if you wished it were an illusion, it's still going be a destructive tribulation!
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen

  • shackledthoughtsexpressivepen 82w

    The tale of two infants!

    They had to come out into the a world
    which was starkly different from the one that they got used to.

    They had to abandon their fetal position and learn to sit,stand and crawl and walk like all other humans as quickly as they could!

    As soon as they found their way into the real world,their eyes found it tough to get opened and look at the blinding light.

    All the while,they found solace and comfort in the womb,which they never realised actually seemed claustrophobic and dark for all other humans!

    They cried often but strangely with no tears coming out!
    It was out of helplessness that they cried as there wasn't a language that could convey what they wanted to,to the outside world!

    Everything was strange,seemed out of place and a motherly touch was all that they needed for assurance!

    Both of them were indeed delicate inside out and needed help!

    They somehow made it to the outside but found it hard to get accustomed,they frequently dozed off and woke up just to realise that staying awake was purposeless!

    All their loved ones always waited and expected them to wake up and start living their life like everyone else.

    Finally it was their birthday, everyone rejoiced their birth and were busy celebrating but they didn't understand a bit, everything seemed strange!

    But then for one, things got better,he finally tried to mingle with all other humans while the other still found it hard!

    Everything else is same except for the fact that the former gets help,he is cared for and everyone's eager to listen to him talk and has access the most required motherly touch but the latter, inspite of being in dire need of all of these doesn't get any!

    Doesn't the latter deserve the same love and care as the former?

    This the tale of two infants,
    The difference between them being that the former turned one and the latter turned twenty five this year!
    The former is indeed an infant and the latter is a victim of clinical depression.

    Exhausted,the latter returns to his dark and claustrophobic apartment bedroom and dozes off while the former gets cuddles from his parents while being wrapped up in a cozy and soft quilt with his mother's touch safeguarding him every second!

    But still the world does nothing but misinterprets the latter's depression as sadness and continues to carry-on!
    ©shackledthoughtsexpressivepen

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    #helplessness
    #pain
    #trauma
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    The tale of two infants!

  • redlipsalwayslie 83w

    The Dark Toolshed

    Daddy said he can't find his head
    Sometimes I find myself drawn to the dark toolshed
    Where my white satin clothes stained a sinister red
    I still look for it under the bed
    When he starts screaming for my mother again
    He said she's dead never to rise again
    I command the tides in her eyes I'm her resurrection
    In the dizzying torrent of my fragmented reflection
    Bringing me back to Daddy's toolshed
    And the ultimate deception
    It was all a deflection
    Nothing was of perfection
    I was birthed from tattered loins he lessens
    He never lost his head
    He lost his faith
    Innocence
    The truth undresses
    And direction
    All I see are messes
    Now stained white in my memories a haunting carousel of memories
    I can't stop him as he frantically confesses
    Eyes rolling back like an exorcism
    God, please bless him
    For Satan had possessed him
    Unwanted collection
    I divide it into tiny sections
    But it festers in my brain
    Burning me up like an infection
    ©redlipsalwayslie

  • love_unlimited 93w

    God wants this first

    Literally, to be an aspirant of spiritual experiences is the great thing. God wants this. He needs such mindsets. A Voyager of such path. Deepening the study of esoteric knowledge and divine experiences. Curiously active to work on spiritual knowledge and it's experiences. Having the quality of profess of the spiritual knowledge and Rajayoga meditation. Apart from having a purpose of making the world a better place to live in, have the aim to attain the state of spiritual perfection. The systematic efforts are being implemented under the divine vibrations of God. The entire universe has a deep concerned with what is being done. May the canopy of divine be pervading in life. #kishandutt
    ©100_quanta

  • dragongoose 107w

    Memorandum Of Angels & Demons

    An angel pleaded
    I must find the creator within

    A demon objected
    I took up too much space in the dark

    My story is told by the ancients
    Written and drawn
    Upon tablets and cave walls
    Divinity details oral traditions
    Biochemistry
    And regressed genetic memory
    Is unlocked and upgraded
    Decoded and enhanced
    Aboard Motherships

    My potential is unleashed and accrescent

    I returned to Earth
    Ever-blessed by the Is-ness
    Of All-That-Is

    The people are still oppressed
    By old lies and older suffering
    Taunted and aggravated
    By unveiled elementals and hidden evils

    May the truth set us free
    May our spirit be heard
    May our calls be answered

    An energy channeled through Orion probed
    I am learning to decipher the light-language
    Of One Mind

    My heart is felt
    And deeply feels for
    A civilization in need of help
    And spiritual evolution
    A planet
    In a phase
    Of transmutational metamorphosis
    A cluster of galaxies
    In a constant mode
    Of cosmological revolution

    An energy reflective of Arcturus assured
    Through recalled dreams and altered states
    Healing shall amplify
    With the coming Age Of Aquarius

    I meditate and manifest
    Through light-work
    And shadow-work
    For the collective consciousness
    Working towards world peace and unity

    To the reaches of Andromeda
    If not farther beyond
    My soul is shining
    With love
    Through the power
    Of One

    We are Love

    We are One

    - Dean Gary

    ©dragongoose

    11/17/2019

  • amermaidwithwings 109w

    I fly alone but I don't fly lonely

    ©amermaidwithwings

  • dragongoose 112w

    Energetic Transition Transmission

    Excuse the focus of my tunnel vision

    For I am at present

    Experiencing the chaos

    Of transformation and ascension

    - Dean Gary

    ©dragongoose

  • subtlnuegglytchspyt 112w

    Theres a rhythm to my shit
    A mode that never miss
    Gimme a pen and a paper and a mic and I'll spit.
    Words that have to be Expressed or I'll tilt
    3xpress yourself is the advice,my mommy's gift.
    Verily,I say has the time come upon it.
    For us to decisively use our intellectual gifts.
    Different hues of man,
    It's when the motive shifts.
    Your gonna wake up the great creeping thing .
    That slept, till you changed this climate.
    ©subtlnue
    ©subtlnuegglytchspyt