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Poetry {131} ~ BLACK HOLE ENCYCLOPEDIA SCORCHINGS

Scorched by truths expelled from the consciousness of the conscience

Sun’s projected flames burning with incandescence

Like Jupiter’s iridescence of fluidic gases, valiance of the brightest blue

Scorchings of a myriad torchings

Of a reasonable red, saturated

Approaching the regal Sun God

I am coruscating, scintillating

As I concave in the Solar nucleus cell, nervously shakingly fused

Chemistry rippled and expedited ethereally

Overwhelmed by the galaxy encyclopedia

Swimming through the deluge of stars

Innocent souls

In no time

To be consumed by the knowledge black hole

The sunlight will not penetrate

This dark shawl I draw around myself

I’m my own black hole

Zooming through the doors to the soul

Dancing through the gravitational pull of the universe’s twirling in synchronous divine planning

We are celestial flames

In the interstices of a intergalactic expedition mission

Fluorescent green, yellowish-orange or magenta colours

We are the supergiant in the existence of a dying solar

My death bringing

Reality to a closure

Seems the closer to coming closer

The nearer I find myself believing in

Suns caressing horizons in the womb of the ocean

Of parallel universes

As a pin-point in space

Touching upon stars, in every

Parallel simultaneous life

My metamorphosis was

To the silence

A conceptualised black hole of our unconscious or conscious or intentional or unintentional making.

~DiosRaw, 28/07/21

Poetry {130} ~ EMERGENCY ROOM SENTIMENTS

In these impermanent moments when life and death converge

Love is the refuge leaning in to submerge

When on the verge

Bleeding out womb wounds

Complications melded with fainting tunes

Sleep deprived, drained and anemia lurking, iron starvation twisting my psyche

Emergency room’s florescent lights dull hum at 18:07

Again she writhes in pain despite the painkillers she never wanted to take

It’ll end they say

Though there’s no end in sight

Death flowers up through warm

Forgotten past life trauma psychics say

Wait for the doctor’s diagnosis

Somewhere the blood flows like a poisoned river

Somewhere florescent lights dim
and all across the UK lights fade, the characters in the infinite dream

Lion-hearted mask drop
Not here
Not yet

How long can you keep up the smiling when there is a torturous void inside?

Dunked under, gasping for air

Anxiety strangling the soul

Sleepless nights wired staring at walls

Can’t cope with this trapdoor

Energies sturring up inside

Debating inside do it or not

Baring the observer of hundreds of universes spinning and mingling with my aura, an unconscious dance; tearing up inside, my ego spits me out and chews it up, the thoughts of what could be cut the soul into smithereens.. Quietly tearing through numbness..

Deadly delirous yet sanest sane

Slipping into the insane

When will the day come when the poems are pregnant with the sweetest notes of my soul?

The melodies caged within the worn out chambers of the heart

Waking in a pool blood bath

Storms whipping up in my mind

The devil is in the midsts

Can’t feel anything anymore

Salivating at relief, where are you?

Black hole

How much pain can a person take until they break?

The more you run, the more it comes for you

Hormones dishevelled, blood loss, flooding numbness and tingling, not well in the head

Stiffled, suppressed, help,making myself sick, creator of own reality, exploding a birth of supernovae cocooned within

Lost

Too much pain wringing my mind

I wonder how did it get to this

Where have you gone, where are you?

Did you ever leave?

I wonder if I’ll fall through the crevices, a baby chick dropping out of a tree, deformed wings

Running all night long, feeling in control

In my soul

Gold, brewing in the astral spheres

Oh I dream

Trying to walk to smoke the cigarette, my dummy, stuff I never imagined

Each step a knife cuts through my gut, coarsing through every cell of my being

Limitations numerological ruminations

Need therapy

Just hold me in yand never let go

It’s self love I know

Addictions on the verge of collapse

Delirious to connect, can’t do this, can do that, what the is that?

Can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t weep

Depression creeping up, lack of oxygen, lack of blood, neurotransmitters befuddled up

Rumbling, I sense the presence of doom sinking and plunging seemly without consent

We are no closer to home

Yet it’s already here in this quantum striny

Flash of red-white ER lights

Wail of sirens

Bedded and waiting

Bleeding, weak, faint and desperate pleas of painting

As the IVs drip, drip, dripping clear fluids

Old blue hospital air in a room without sun

Still waiting

Yields to cell with the shield bearing insurers at Blue

Still the drip, drip, dripping of the IV bag

Forces me to keep my shaky arm down
against the blood panels

Exhale… resignation

Forced admittance

Transferred to room 5162

Hospital blue again

Beside colour coded lines beneath the signs for ante-natal, children’s, orthopedics, geriatric care,
concentric sets of double doors

Past murals hung on whitewashed walls

Filling space but not the time

Which stretches and expands as I walk the corridors toward ward three

Reception staff are busy at their desks, scuttling from here to there

Do they know they are working for the devil?

The unconscious beauty of being in service to others yet

Thinking the good they do, yet a knowing that the loop circuitry is to keep people sick

To make the orgy of money for the devil’s playground, maya

Here, propped up, I make a home for these momentary hours or nights

Blankets cradle me so the locked hair
cascades around the weary resting face
and plunges down as her safety net of protection

The Wheel of Fortune is on the big screen

As patients echo lulls in the emergency room

Churning, cold, endlessly waiting yet being in this carnival of melancholic abyss

Alone yet never alone. I love you.

~DiosRaw, 22/07/21

Poetry By Eleanor & Amber {1} ~ Anam Cara

Extending tentacles of our presence, to chance serendipity of what may become; hands unfurled bare the gift of a fellow sister to dance this, at times, arduous earthly existence.

Approaching with the subtle grace of a flower beginning to bloom, petals slowly opening, swaying in the wind, soaking up every drop of morning dew; it is the fragility of new beginnings that reveal the beauty of our cosmic possibility.

And all at once, chemistries synergise, a connection formulates, deepening and expanding; intrigue pulls the magnetic resonance back and forth evaporating anxieties and past perceived brick walls.

Moving to a rhythm all our own, yet we hear the symbiotic beat of a drum, charging ahead – bada bum bum bum! Vulnerability or folly? I think it not the latter. On the field before us, the Lily and the Rose once resolute, are alone no longer.

Imaginary boundaries betwixt lands, intimate yet bittersweet physical distance. Offerings and sweet nectar of gifts for the soul spur the troubled mind to trudge along it’s melancholic path. Amnesia of time, the guards of the heart melt, days go by with conversations proliferating like wildfire, a soul connection amidst synchronicities.

Undoubtedly, we both can see how precious our friendship can and will be! Again and again, reaffirmed. Come now, let’s shake our trees, learn every branch, leaf, and twig. Inhibitions disappear and I am only myself with you—raw with such a fabulous view of what can be. Ah, how I relish in our sweet POSSIBILITY!

~By Eleanor {YouLilDickens} & Amber {DiosRaw}

Poetry {129} ~ SHACKLES OF OBLIVION

My shackles are my thoughts, my over-ambitious out of sight dreams

My shackles are the voices in my head, so loving yet so protective in ways illogical it seems

My shackles are the moments where I stayed silent when I should have spoken

My shackles are the choices I made that still relentlessly haunt me out in the open

My shackles are the ideas that never turned to action, actions that could have changed my life

My shackles swamp me entirely and weigh me down, cutting every move made, pricks of a knife

My shackles speak to me, sometimes they even listen to my pleas

The shackles that bind my heart are slowly increasing, squeezing the penultimate drops of will see

They are the same shackles that I’ve fought so hard to break

But then, I am back in the corner where my shackles bind me floating in a lake

Scared of it all

The memories

The empty thoughts

The unresponsiveness of the sky

The soul grinds

Throws the key

And just lets it be

Clamped tight for the night

Phantom shackles

Thanks to the cold remedy the mind thinks heals so well…

Until the cracks of the eyes open onto another glimpse of dappled light

In an unfamiliar place

Maybe this will finally end the soul of this destructive chase

Or to another breakdown

Maybe the same whirlwind

That spent the last 8 hours

The shackles. The shackles. The shackled.

~DiosRaw, 21/07/21

Poetry {128} ~ GOD IS MY LIGHT, BRIGHT SHINING ONE, ELEANOR

Oh, how you sparkle as diamonds so rare

Shining bright one in the fresh Southern air

Dancing suspended to eclectic tunes in mid-morning’s air

Face against glass in a trance does she stare

Precious and mirrored in the window’s glare

Peonies visible to human eye

It is light and refraction to define

With scattered prism effects to reply

Painting abundant rainbow shades so sublime

Each crystal of her soul is floating, weightless it seems

Hovering low to allow me to psychically see

The pain behind the smiles, I see thee

God is her light, a lady’s show of exquisite beauty as deemed

Hypnotic eloquent, this rare jewel’s dancing team

Effects of crystalline dust a luminescent glowing

Sustained in visual concentrating

Intense calm while spiritual mapping

In awe as our friendship experiences synchronistic time-lapsing.

~DiosRaw, 15/07/21

~For You Eleanor 🌹~

Do check Eleanor’s beautiful writings out ~ https://youlildickens.wordpress.com

Poetry By Anushka & Amber {1} ~ You Are The Guru You Are Seeking

Love is cradling the guru you are seeking within,
Love is knowing before the known,
Love is the bravery of the heart triumphing over the hesitation of the mind;
Love dances in multiple forms.

Love is all-encompassing
Love is divine and pure
Love may torment and wound
But it itself is the cure.

Love transcends yet permeates the membranes of the quantum maya realm.

Love is a profound serendipity,
Decked with its salubrity
In all its forms and facets,
Love has its own conviviality,
As love, for love’s sake, transcends mortality.
Love knows no bounds burning up in the bounded boundlessness of the eternal flame..

~By Anushka {AnushkaKhanduri} & Amber {DiosRaw}

~If you’d like to collaborate, feel free to find my email address on this blog’s connect page.~

Poetry {127} ~ CHEMICAL IMPETUS

A ripple reverberating the cogs spinning in the system

A cause and effect law of harmony role playing

New spirits, new energy

Souls sparking chemical reactions

New thoughts consult to speak

Past characters play hide and seek

Let our meeting be thus a chemical reaction without the desire of sophistication of verbosity

Nothing lexical, but a morphing of two colours inking

Yellow to deep indigo like i am being oxidized by your yellow sulfuric essence

Persist to hug the resist whilst gifting the transition into

Something kinder
Something greater
Something stronger

Than our sub-stories inside that test tube heated the meta-narrative bunsen burner

I am the essence of my own chemistry I see

And the chemistry of my own chi

The noble nursing gas that gives impetus to my magic

The oxygen and water that give birth to my lyric

My soul takes birth out of the womb of chemistry

For hydrogen and helium dissolve in my tears in floods of poetry

The E motion is knotted to a chemical reaction

A formulae logical notion of electricity and magnetism that convert into a chemical equation

To ellucidate about the chemistry of the cosmos illogically.

~DiosRaw, 14/07/21

Poetry {126} ~ SACRIFICIAL LAMB ON THE RAGE OF YOUR ALTAR

Letting go of lieing to myself I can fix him

He’s been this way for a long long time

And he doesn’t intend to change

Don’t be a sacrificial lame on the altar of his jekyll and hyde rage

Don’t play the martyr for his low vibrational hate

I’m not that chained up person interrogated nights and days anymore

You can never save someone by allowing them to destroy you

That’s not love, it’s relational suicide

Save yourself

Get out while you still can

They’ll stab you in the lungs

And enquire as to why you’re having trouble breathing

Anxiety, pain, fear, weak, worry

I had no idea how I’d come up with this strength in such a hurry

Closed my eyes and took a leap into the abyss of the unknown

I knew I had to get out

My soul’s language urged to direct into a new tributary route.

~DiosRaw, 13/07/21