These days fade into shades and colors
waves of blues and greys
Reds greens yellows and others
Over and under..it flows
Above and below
Let the energy grow
The rhythm it sews
Into our fabric of existence
Until the distance between mystic and realistic is closed
Intertwines and binds, like trees and vines
Reminds the mind feelin alive is seein the signs between the lines
I’m an artist with these rhymes
I come to find, from them, my very soul it designs
The words are my brush
My spirit is the canvas
Painting pictures of the mixture
Myself, the stars, moons, and the planets
I’m cosmically touched
What sucks, I don’t think anybody truly understands it
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2021 02:31
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments3
Sometimes we can very much speak from our centre and who we truly are.
A nice writing 🙂
couldn’t of said it better myself !
this one came from a deep inner self.
Thank you yellowrose..one love 💚
Sometimes I feel that way … that I’m truly writing from my centre and that’s a nice feeling , and it’s also easier to write from that space too 🙂
Expressionism. Dunno about understanding it's nitty gritty necessarily but empathising with it ... oh yes.
The rhythm it sews into our fabric of existence. That touched me. One poet to another, I know exactly what you mean.
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