Tears

Tears

A Poem by NonsenseTyper
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Borrowed some words from the titles of Sons Of Anarchy episodes!

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By this time in the year the Orcas lose their way in the womb of the earth. Not to think that living below the surface is the way of anarchists but genius creatures. I wave silently and with a half smile at the doves, they are here to show the way. A Mother's work is always from the instinct, corruption comes from anywhere but the heart. Blood distills veins and the source of life was once salvaged from a shipwreck. Sunk to the deep, that's where it would be closest to the core. Inside it lay tables full of inhabitants of the sea, a Potlatch, ceremony of giving gifts and appreciation to thine own self. It is a most personal thing to behold yourself as you truly are. I want to see, I seek and the wise one of the ocean tells me to "rest in the hut of the black widow before the revelator comes." Toil and till grow into a shining white-red rose. Here there is no tomorrow, only history. A lost ray from a distant nebula who dies before reaching an eye. 
Starlight dead 
Oceans dead 
Fire dead 
Breath dead

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"I want to see, I seek and the wise one of the ocean tells me to "rest in the hut of the black widow before the revelator comes." Toil and till grow into a shining white-red rose. Here there is no tomorrow, only history. A lost ray from a distant nebula who dies before reaching an eye."
Life is seeking and seeing with our own eyes. I loved the above lines. Tomorrow isn't guarantees. Enjoy this day. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
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Very good! I always see originality and strength in your words.

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This offering comes across as a fantasy of the depths of the subconscious. Many strange images pass before our eyes, the meaning of which are uncertain. Perhaps a Jungian analyst could identify them more fully, but most of the images I see seem to be of the somber type, especially in the last four lines. All is dead.

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NonsenseTyper

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Thank you for reading! You are absolutely right! One of the reasons I write these is to try to tap i.. read more
And an interesting group of words it is. It comes off as a mix between mysticism and and a National Geographic Earth episode. I have never tried the automatic writing that you describe in your profile, but if this is a result of that, I think it's really cool. Was trying to match up episodes of Sons of Anarchy with the piece, I loved that show, even though it was many seasons of what amounted to the same episode...lol. Thanks for entertaining me.

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NonsenseTyper

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Thank you for your review! I was surprised myself from the episode titles that wrote themselves into.. read more
I enjoyed your work tonight. Please send read requests.
"I want to see, I seek and the wise one of the ocean tells me to "rest in the hut of the black widow before the revelator comes." Toil and till grow into a shining white-red rose. Here there is no tomorrow, only history. A lost ray from a distant nebula who dies before reaching an eye."
Life is seeking and seeing with our own eyes. I loved the above lines. Tomorrow isn't guarantees. Enjoy this day. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

NonsenseTyper

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Thank you very much for your Reviews. Wish you all the best in the world :)
Coyote Poetry

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You are welcome and have fun/be safe.

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Added on June 28, 2020
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Tags: Surreal, psychological

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I believe in Surrealism and dreaming through Automatic Writing... In this space, I write Prose Poems in English However my primary work is telling strange stories in Farsi and fictionalizing the my.. more..

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