Queen of Astral and Physical


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    • Desmotti
    • The wraith is but sadness in mortal form. It haunts to hunt, and hunts to feed. It cannot feed on any emotion. This is its pain. for emotion is not segregated it is fealt, and to feel is warmth.

    Queen of Astral and Physical

    I close the lids that cease mine sight...but see instead star scapes collision...
    beautiful the lucid rivers flowing directionless as indecision...

    I lay the heavy apex down- mine cognizance allows for silent amusement...
    The arms extension from protoplasm also laden worked to stillness...

    Astral intentions...the awkward sleep.  Where souls awaken a truth unbound...
    I hope for it in preparation before this body I lay down...

    I leave all mortals to their world of noise-for dream scape pulchritudinous... to walk as Celestial egos walk in Elevated consciousness

    I fly with wings to resplendent panorama...
    I join the rest of forever's creations...

    In their eternal walk they sing songs of non mi ricordo

    Still I tingle at its familiar...I wash away with astrals flow...

    With neighboring empyral egos committed through Bright stars Kingdom they surely stroll.

    I hold the hand of Cimmerian shade her beauty an Event Horizon
    Two prisoners as we amalgamate...we consummate in Celestial Fires

    soon enough I'm left to venture unconscious new found disconnect...
    I look around for shadows queen she's left me in sweet licentiousness...

    I cower in the fetal comfortable...only to feel the talons pry-
    at body and ethereal eidolon threatening dream with mornings cry.

    I slip the lids up distant portals regain surroundings familiar imprints...
    supine ready-intentions sedentary...I make the move to au cour-ant 

    I am alive and well in present in beautiful sleep and lying down...my queen of reality lies in slumber. Fait accompli eternally bound.

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    SuperChick62 commented on Queen of Astral and Physical


    A very interesting poem... Interesting concept. I shall have to read this again to obtain the meaning more fully, for one read only gives understanding, two a vague depth. But, it has a nice meaning to it, from what I understand.

    shaniac commented on Queen of Astral and Physical


    WOW. Very massive vocabulary you got there. Your word use is very nice and all in all this poem was interesting to read. :)

    ladynight commented on Queen of Astral and Physical


    all i can say is wow. a definitely interesting way of describing what it is like to slumber, dream, and then awake. it flowed quite well and ur wording was just astounding. a very intricate and intelligent write.

    DeepEclipse commented on Queen of Astral and Physical


    Smooth wording man. Showcasing a wealth of intelligence. Complacency marks you as her target, watching in jealousy as you fly beyond the bounds of the ground. Growth is so strong it is perhaps unavoidable. A current that swiftly pulls all in its tow. Those that think themselves unmovable to it are simply looking with eyes closed. Superficial seeing stationary placement. Sometimes I wonder if growth is the sacrifice for relations. The world does love its linear repitition. Its good to see you writing again Des. Writes like this lubricate the neurals :)



    Thank you Deep...I had to row the astral rivers and present the only way one knows.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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