I.
You took my heart to cloudnine
Only so you could drop it to groundzero
I.
You took my heart to cloudnine
Only so you could drop it to groundzero
I’m missing my yin
No longer am I at peace
Just i n p
i
e c
e
s
Drifting slowly away from light
Half my soul has departed
If yin is earth darkness cold
Why do I feel colder since you left?
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Thanks to Bree Leto for writing the companion piece to this. Check “Yang” out here: https://secretthoughtswithin.com/2021/07/03/yang
As if I’m the moon
I shine when and only when
I reflect the twinned light of you
Only your voice makes
Dirty words sound clean
This
Was
Supposed
To
Be
The
First
Poem
Not
About
You
Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
So maybe I haven’t eaten since you left
And you’ve been gone for seven weeks
Though right now I’m trying to focus on
The mathematical side of things
Two negatives make a positive

By Benjamin Grossman & Amber (DiosRaw)
In a world pregnant with temporary encounters, yet enteral knots, in a world that romanticises and philosophises the abstracts of next lives and alternative universes we dispose in the now.
Every second is some form of a small tomorrow, every passing moment part of the long, long past. The path to the future is paved with repetitions, whether light or dark.
Eternally knotted cyclical patterns betwixt the comedy and tragedy of every breath of air ever taken by souls; likewise every drop of water consumed yet synergised. If only I could take your hand and disseminate to you the Divine plan simultaneously existing in the eternal.
If only … we could samba through the bosom of the storms, cross the space between distance and time, shuck our stranger status, or baptize ourselves in patience’s perfume. Then perhaps we could return to our primordial states, remember the superiority of our ancient nonphysical forms.
In a parallel universe, ancients crouched side by side, chuckling that in some other life they are apart. Ancestral roots, the thread may stretch and tangle, yet never to break with elasticity pinging all order from chaos into being. My lips swerve with the rhythm of your lineage of words flowing through this vessel, the tongue caressing each morsel of wisdom whilst antiquated DNA rides the veins.
I connect to all existences through your umbilical cordage. You are the dawn of entanglements, the prelude to love, the one and only starting point; and I become inseparable from these essences by being enfolded in your spiritual domain.
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I had a blast working with this poet! She has so much depth and spirit in her words, and she has a very thought-provoking blog that you can find here: DiosRaw. Make sure you check it out and follow her if you haven’t already done so.
By Benjamin Grossman & Bree Leto
There’s no denying the sweetness
When we share the body
Of a poem
Your words make my ink blush
Our fingers stroking the same lines
A teasing exchange of sugared phrases
Awakening our entwined imaginations
Every time we devour
Each other’s souls
Savoring new flavors
Created from our intimate flow
When we write like this
I need more than just letters
There’s something brewing beyond this sweet ink
Let’s put down these pens
Write on our bodies instead
Please, make sure you check out her blog by visiting Secret Thoughts Within. I can’t say enough good things about her as poet and a person. Her writing is intelligent, clever, funny, diverse, thoughtful, and passionate. A mixture of depth and pure beauty. Also, she can read a poem like no other. Truly her talent flies off the page and stays with you!
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
Two millennia ago
I would’ve cried
Stony tears
Like the stoics of legends
Today
For the injustices raging
Against shared truth
I scream in silence
Like a fallen knight
There are no more
Heroic battles
On a field of dirt and dust
Where men were once raised
To die for future honor
We hide behind
Neuro electro defenses
Attacking lives
Without sounding
The trumpet
Am I a departed
Clutching the white flag
Crippled by reality
Or my own fatal mind?
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s one of my favorites to read!)
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
binge thinking and other things in life
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
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