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Pablo posted an update 9 months ago
9 months ago (edited)
Poetry: Connection to Awe
Drawn to places of stars, drawing
me – Further afar.
Pathways dotted with deerKnowing
I
Have no fear
in
the gnosis
of
My going. Breeze
whisperingdawn.
Venus – Pulsating
in
The horizon – Over
movements
of
trees. Song
Swaying like the seasof the seasons
Havingarrays
of
reasons in their ways. Where
I talkthe walk
of
The…
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Pablo posted an update 9 months ago
With Being
The abyss of this
Daydream
D
O
WN
W
AR
D ST
RE
A
M
Flowing into
a dream
itseems
Charred glass fractals
FA
LL
IN
G
Filled with
the
greenery
of
daylight scenery
Pieces
of
life like
life
in a rotating gallery
What can
it
all mean. These
strange scenes
seen
Vibrating with being
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
Revolution Via Renaissance
Poets read the runes of raindrops
Place of flow state space where time stops
Each work of each, a renaissance
Reaching for the out of reach: Essence-everpresent
in
every birth
&
Rebirth. Born into this stormTo be born and reborn
Placing incision into perceptionSo as to convey: Vision
into
Reception. To see in…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
Tears of Sorrows
I send my consciousness
to the edge of outer space
Looking down upon all
of
this
From a higher placePlace of a poet
Place of poetry
Place above loud-clouds, vapors&
whispers
Placeto
place all thoughts
&
Cares. Placed therefor the
there-there. When
the bomb
falls
in a song or psalm
and folks
tell
folks. There-there
The therethere
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
Strawberry Moon
Out for a walk
to the tune
of
A Strawberry MoonLeaving soon
Only
to return
this low on
the
horizon
at a distance of
time
which will
see
Some of: Us. Dead -under sod
or
in urns. With
or
Without: God.Whether normal or odd.
A goth
or
A mod. Howeveryou try
or
trod. Reflect upon
worms turning
in sod
reflected upon
as thoughts –…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
Sightings
Malleable memory, a sculptor
sculpts – Over time, over
rhyme, like fate-reshaped
in retrocausal shapes, escapingwhat they said – Could never
be escaped
Poet
Stealing fire stolen from
the gods
Dancing over sod in ballads
of dark romance -
Cadences
of
chaos
&
Dark romance. Takingthe chance -
Daring the dare. Sometimesmost times
having the stare…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
Tome of Darkness
The seeds that got no reads
Gone too soon
inscribed upon the tomb
like a shrine
to
our short time in the
reason and the
rhyme of the
season
to season kaleidoscope
into which
we
collide
Independent sign
into
Universal mind
Such a mysterious
design
So much unknown
in this
dwelling we call
home
In this dwelling
which
we
roam
Like a…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
10 months ago (edited)
Everlasting World Without End
My grandma has passed. I passed her ashes – Into wind
What is the meaning
of
love
when our hearts turn and rot leaving a spot
or hole
for
everything but
our
soul
Her family abandoned
her
she was scattered
to
the wind. From dimension to dimension
the past – losing a grasp
upon
the present. A growing presence
of…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
10 months ago (edited)
The Christs of the Zeigiests
Most of us came from have not tribes
Having to fight, to stay alive
Passing it all on down the line
To each generation, from vibration into vibes
Down the line of the time linesFor the lines of time, some have died
And those
that
Survived. Amendthe trends
to
Their own. Ends
History, or, the past, molded
by: That…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
10 months ago (edited)
Whats in an untold story…
I must say. I do very much wonder about WebMiss.
At first, upon hearing about the closing of DUP, well…
Twas then that I even began to think about who ownedthe site and such, perhaps on the basis of my privacy
policy.
I value folks privacy, even in a world of no privacy.
One way I do this is not letting myself wander where…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
10 months ago (edited)
Poetry as the Photography of the Soul
The heart – Having shed skin-in
a circular art. Beginnings born in
storms of endings. Enfolded into
manifold sunsets – Slipped into
Lunar tides
inside
the
Mind. Painters-painting reliefs
of leaves. Writers-writing upon loose leaf
leaves/slipping off of eaves
of
evenings
Eyes of stars vibrating inside of afars…
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Pablo posted an update 10 months ago
Buzzer Beating Buckets
Building up forever
compounds
on
these compounds
of
herds. Participating in
&Directly observed. Theatre
of
The absurd – Reserved
Preserved
from
sun
in
A dungeon. Making the rounds
Just downeddays
of
Red dye. Drinks
from which
they
said you could
Die. Brain thinks
Still drinks
because
gifted with
the
Fuck its. Motherfuck…
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The Moon-tower
I
Shooting star – In desert sky
Just a fortnight ago
A make-shift laboratory
Made out of a bungalow
A room far below the surface
A bomb shelter
far-from
the
Swelter
Melting downmetals
into sulfuric
Sparks. Participation inThe dark arts
with
a
Dark heart. Heart
of
Darkness. Down
dark paths
We. Embark
IIMixing ashes
of…
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Pablo posted an update in the studio
10 months agoScrying a river of blood 10 months agoThank you for the invite my dear friend…
I am of a very similar mind…
I read where you wrote that you write
to not feel and read to feel…
That’s awesome…
THe writing is certainly such a therapeutic
medium on so many levels…
I have been pondering the idea of exploration
of the extremes, as a particular form
of therapeutic aspects…
In…
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Pablo posted an update 11 months ago
Born in Sin Come on in
As much as it is: Thingsdon’t turn
out
According to
our
Designing/s. As much as it is, that...It is also
The further and further we go
The more and moreWe know. And in this knowledge
we are
Initiated into the college
of love
loss
&
cost. A tuition written
inside
a parchment
of
Skin. Constantly shed
and yet
More and moreThe…
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Pablo posted an update 11 months ago
Active Shooter
I
Dangerous and volatile
Weapon of wilderness with no safety
Ready to while the hours away acting wild
Thoughts of making it rain pain, getting shifty
Trigger finger always itchy
Pressures getting steep
Darkness, stark, is deep
Getting shifty – On the creep
II
Out into the gritty city scape
Lungs and boots covered in soot
These sights…
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Pablo posted an update 11 months ago
11 months ago (edited)
The Wizards & Witches of Oz Woke up this Morning and got Themselves a Gun
I
Black hierophant of the spiral path
Walking right past
Those who scoff and laugh
Right past – The world’s wrath of the world’s rats
These words upon those forms
so that
They-may:
Transform. Following
the flowing
of
These storms
II
Crystalline womb from
whence
I
Was born
into…
