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the distant sound of thunder by silvernium, literature

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the distant sound of thunder

when the distant sound of thunder rolls in, you know that lightning generated will travel onwards up through the universe and sometimes I see the light of such and know the roar of the thunder even though it was not meant for me. can you feel the seas of this kind roll in against your peripheral senses, there are sounds and sensations and the roar, be it tidal or thunder or a voice. here we are again against the silence both before and after the sound - even within it. time loses hold when you go deeper, deeper within.

no need to inhale by silvernium, literature

grace, there by silvernium, literature

My Night Time Writing Haiku by silvernium, literature

from scared to sacred by silvernium, literature

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from scared to sacred

i love how art is drifting away children are painting the sun from where it has been going on sidewalks where future's feet into something freer and walk daily, thinking about constrains are showing their the sun, warm on their backs seams which flow along societies this poet thought today everything as we look to understand where is sacred, and no one should be scared we are and who we are in this life if we could change the letters

Lessons II by silvernium, literature

The Meeting Place by silvernium, literature

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The Meeting Place

I'd meet you again under the umbrella of fragility because we already know what can break and the pain you feel when things are slivers. We are friends now, she said, like sister and brother. And we should be you know, because in my heart that is how it is. You are so deep inside that when I try to lose you all I lose is me. Here is a cherry tree and me, and sometimes when I put my fingers into the air they are covered by blossoms, and sometimes, by snow. And sometimes there is wetness, whether from rain or my own eyes, I cannot tell. Or it is the wind, blowing through to remind me we cannot hold more than we are given.

Intangible by silvernium, literature

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Mind Flow Stream by silvernium, literature

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Mind Flow Stream

(i) In the dream he said, fly as the butterflies darlin' they fall like the blossoms you say are parachutes, yet they float forever never touching ground In the morning he said, you know I wouldn't call you darlin' not now It's okay, that is what I say. I know In the dream I am a butterfly flying over all spaces and I see we are not anything we are everything (ii) (it is to) be the tide line, knowing how to be both the water and the sand ( ) be the moon's cradle both the moon and the absence whole and incomplete ( ) know the enemy and the friend as yourself (ii

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see the last line by silvernium, literature

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see the last line

it is becoming easier to let this flow down the river whilst staying above in the boat floating just here not swimming any more not crashing into silver scaled fish who promise false wishes if you don't eat them so you don't but they are false because those wishes are passed between stars who giggle at the secret things that we wanted it is becoming easier to pray without saying anything because words are only forms of thoughts which are so very diluted by the time they are said out loud and gods can surely read our soul's intent, yes what we pray for is not something that even we know consciously as we have not yet diluted our unconscious w

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wood for trees by silvernium, literature

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home by silvernium, literature

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home

I craved the path of home and you showed me the path under shadows of ourselves and I wandered the path and was lost to 'selves' only gathering shadows of deeper truth that cannot be held by palms turning them over knuckles knot like those in trunks of trees pooling in bark surges yet they are such a long way from those inner rings telling of times gone by but if you can go back ring by ring by root by root by sprig and before seed there the trace remains of the inner-ness that came somewhere when the sun and rain and fertile soil began a process of fermenting inner-ness and outer-ness although I

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stormy weather by silvernium, literature

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I try by Tiger--eyes, literature

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I try

I try the leaves are circling my tread-bare tires blowing around like a crowd rushed in proclaiming “wait” and “go” and “what” and “we are all here” there is a certain shade of rose fog on the mountains reading me the chapters of epochs ending and I do not want to hate so I go out to breathe in lungfuls, pen in hand and document: the flavor of the burn the stars that swim when I stand up the deadening of my eyes but I don’t cough and you tell me I am wrong about the fog, the source, the way it moves through me the way I move though it you tell me it is only ever either night or day and you tell me always/never do you know? I would burn down everything to see my horizons again to feel the morning dew in my own mind do you know? I would write my oaths into my skin in flowers and not care how you judge them

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Old sub project -- writing to a book of art -- brief-history-of-art.deviantar… . The writing is probably cringe worthy, however I think I'll go back and finish it one day.

Favourite Visual Artist

Monet lilies, Hokusai

Favourite Movies

'Lion' was pretty good recently

Favourite TV Shows

I am watching a series with friends on Queen Victoria. Other than that I don't watch TV

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Frusciante & Ataxia - they are my 'go to'

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Currently Tapa Talk & some zen haikus

Favourite Games

Zen and moon watching

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A candle, merlot, writing implements

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silvernium

Nov 4, 2021

scribed

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to stand as poet or to fall on the sword of call one must decipher the script on blade ”translator” the words are reflective what say you what do you the poet poets a parrot of ways this story, this sword, drawn from the sheath

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silvernium

Apr 14, 2021

now. is not any other. before you blink.

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silvernium

May 17, 2020

light and dark

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the power went out, you gathered candles. I slept in the backdrop of your photo of candles. in the photo, as life now, only candles. yes, only flickers against the dark. I sleep here.