This is a message for Sen…

You are very much in my thoughts

and meditations…

You are one of the reasons I started

writing poetry again…

You are one of the best people

I ever knew…

I love you…

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Free Spirits: The Standard [OO7]

Ghost riding the night 
black car sky of stars 
streetlights beneath nights 
a consciousness of darkness 
revolutions of evolutions 
within wombs of nothingness 
versed in search for birth 
embarkations of ink formations
beheld in unfolding held 
in eyes of beholders born to be bold 
born to be storms 
far outside the forms 

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Writer’s Shock: Pennants of the Present 

You were genuinely shocked to see 
my familiar face in a sea 
of new faces in the new place of poetry 
somehow someway the fates have a way 
of placing signposts in the way 
of the pure of heart 
of which you are

You are truly a knight in my sight 
restoring my belief in the write 
in moments of gnosis 
I know that…

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On That Day

his machine heart came to rest 
beating through an extended meeting
with meditations of near death 

she listened with an ear to his chest 
the silence of the silent greeting 
such meditations of near death 

room of lovers to tomb of lover in breadth of breath 
even a vicinity to infinity is fleeting
as his machine heart came to rest

with time…

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StarShips of Thought 

Canals opening to ships sails
within whims of winds 
how strange to be born
a ship of kindred and kin 
some ravaged by storm 
unspeakably broken 

others a seeming dream 
a light projected beam 
protected it would seem
watched from a batch 
of detached shadows 
observing the scenes
dream in a web of dreams 
beam in light projected beams

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Pilgrim’s Blessing

May your fires always burn with yearning to learn

May your smile shine when twisting paths turn
And you are tested to see if you are bested
May every crooked path be made straight by faith

Let cleansing rains infuse into tears of joy
May you always honor the choice of the inner voice
And every day find your way more and more in…

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A Love Poem 

A place in the heart a space in the heart 

even after aeons of waves agains stone 
still remembering what love feels like 
I still believe in love at first sight

still believe in soul mates and fate 
a hopeless romantic in my heart of hearts
although a practitioner of the dark arts 
one touch of your fingertips forever imprints 

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Dreamers Anonymous: The Dreamer Collective 
The dreamer-collective enter the room 
exchanging greetings of the meetings 
deepest embrace face shining upon face
filling each chair fully present and there 
conductor beginning with a prayer 
circulating the circuit of the circle 
coming alive having only one side
the awakening of a heavenly hive 
the first…

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Life/Death & Paradoxes

[you got no heart and soul!]
I said
to an educated person 

who then tried to gaslight me 
with science placed inside 
a response of silence

I was looking for brevity
and that is what I found
indeed such things lead 
to aphorisms and neologisms 
- soulempty - 
I rather like that one indeed 
there is also the concept 
of the reptilian 

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Ode to Joy by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez 

It is the face of the place that all roads lead, indeed

deconstructed to the structure of the individual 
being of the physical having an experience of the spiritual 
arrays of ways at maze end awe and amazement 

meeting place of time space and daze of grace 
culmination of a life exacting ink 
extracting…

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Greetings everyone…

Here is a poem count with a week to go..!

Kristeen 16 poems

Kristina 21 poems

Wally 21 poems

Pablo 21 poems

Morganna 23 poems

Kathy 5 poems

Jackie 9 poems

Tina 8 poems

We are really doin good…

Kristeen, get that keyboard smokin pronto..:)

Jackie is taking a mental health break and may not finish…

Tina…

Love your poetry hope…

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A New Trick

Recognition of skullduggery

death rattle reminder of battle 
formations inside of indoctrinations 
inside individual formations 
most a host of preconceived notions 
informed by names all the same
knowing the way to get their way 
on the basis of incomplete gnosis 
I will not stand and listen to this 
perfectly fine for a time in a snow drift 

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Rite of Dark & Light by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez

A swirling collective of ancestral mystery 
partially illuminated by spoken history 
mostly occulted in dark skies with lunar sliver 
drifting shifting across the unconscious 
encountered in hours of the sharpest shiver 
pieces of the unconscious going conscious
sinking into thinking shifting into…

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Natural Born Poets Pablo Cipher_O Martinez

We were born in the wrong dimension 
all poets belong 
in the ensuing song of ascension 
beyond right and wrong 
rightfully going beyond what most fear to mention 

all for the chance to be - chance to see 
a righteous reality 
as every reality is rightly and verily 
a manifestation 
inside of a vessel of…

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Always: Mom by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez

Love goes all the way 
apex of the town sledding hill 
a white ocean of motion 
everyone riding rogue inside guidelines 
dream light overcast filter
setting up the sled on a slow motion timeline
from a dead stop to movement 
gradual begrudging over the edge with a nudge 
over the edge it doesn’t take much 
instant…

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Always: Dad 

A good father is worth all the gold in Egypt 
womb light of memory fills the room 
always in the belly of the beast 
there was my dad 
somehow understanding 
he wouldn’t miss it for the world 
no matter the obstacle 
he was there 
always knowing what to say 
and how to listen 
how to love
how to inspire his son to forever fight 

these the last…

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Just Give Me a Minute by Josh Bond 

I'm living with something that isn't there
a most mysterious nothing
a construct of my earthbound mind,
unique in the Milky Way

although it is neither here nor there
nor does it exist at all,
it's giving me the hardest time
demanding my life and my money

it latches onto my mind each day
makes my waking…

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When I Die by Josh Bond

When I die,

I will be quite 
happy to leave 
behind the weight 
of gravity and I hope 
to regain the clear blue 
eyes I had as a child, lost 
into dullness some-
where around 
the age of 
seven

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Immortal Beloveds by Pablo Cipher_O Martinez

Meeting, every time

through –

clear blue eyes

of

innocence. Later…

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The Sacred Gift of Life by Josh Bond 

For years and decades as long and far 
as my distant memory will stretch
I've survived under the thumb of an odd belief 
ruled by a crooked conviction 
— felt so true to me at the time —
like a holy motto picked 
from the pockets of the fates
a personal mantra played on repeat 
of a prophecy I was forced to…

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