Projection Poems - Poems about Projection

ok, what is my air You are my air Who is you I don't know who is you And breezes breeze And I stand And knowing is known As I stand Until I don't Or maybe won't But here and there In these moments You are my air...

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I feel you pulling away, a slow retreat, Each fleeting moment, my heart feels the heat, With every hesitation, every word left unsaid, The fire of my hope flickers, dims, and dreads. I see your eyes, I know that gaze, A glimpse of apprehension in a delicate maze, We've...

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There will be catastrophic damages to our great nation, if we elect the Project 2025 conservative administration.. They plan to holt all carbon emission goals and return to drilling oil and gas and coals.. Begin the largest mass deportation. Eliminate the Department of Education. Adopt the biblical definition for marriage: a man, and a woman and a baby carriage.. Those Justices who Roe vs...

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Life - I can’t find No life - still alive Hope - faith gone Death - life is on I believe in... - it’s coming Feel me and leave me Understand me - no! My life is your death - on Fantasy - it does not exist Hope is not a life - Fantasy is faith Believe in your dream, in yours Fantasy - not going...

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Better live your life in gay Than wasting your breath spitting in the wind everyday Like a goat bleating Without knowing what it's hitting Better clean your own face And run your own race Before barking your own lession On others imperfection ...

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Free yourself from noise Better mind your own business To help project poise....

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Harpies shrieked and lost souls wailed The cold wind stung as embers sailed A fetid stench, eyes red with dust When I looked through to Tartarus. Black column’s rose in demon form terror enthralling those forlorn Compelled I shuddered as I must When I looked through to Tartarus. Ten-fold my dread, to see your face Among the shades in this cursed place I cried your...

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When I look back Who will I wish I was today That I still have a chance to be Right now...

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“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite” — William Blake PROJECTION They don’t come back those ghosts except of the past rewatch the host of recollections forgotten with time as if a new day exists for the loved one you miss 11/8/2021...

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In the form of awakened consciousness you feel your soul rise out of your body Draining you, as you become numb No time ticks the dimension you come from Everything is black, its hard to breathe No one can hear me when I scream It takes all my energy, so I don't leave There's no reflection coming off of me Its the...

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Bongo taut resonance Cornerless bellydance Schedule of edges set adrift Lured by translucent twirled wrists Shimmer and shadow juxtaposition Ripple wavered rhythm without repetition Syrup never cool, pool dissolves all granules Sip of boiled candy stories make tongues tangle Sequel came spilled ink Jellyfish stroke olympic Pink stripe whimsy lifts his spirit Saccharine capsule snaps weak inhibit Swallowed by opaque pond, -...

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They say you can’t be in two places at the same time. Like so many errors, that knowledge is based on fact and not experience. I know this is true because I have been in many places at once. The other day, for instance, I was lying on top of the stone wall of a...

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Projection of fear Beyond the break of clouds in the sky, I am looking down in my flight Watching everything you do, from a distance A place where you can never reach me A place I have found to be free And in this place, I ask for many things As I know, even miracles do happen But, the biggest miracle is up...

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My beloved Goddess, watch over me while my soul takes its evening journey. Travelling the Astral plane,where time doesn't exist. I'll provide inspiration to those I enlist. May no harm come to anyone I meet. May I never be a victim of deceit. Protect me with your golden light while I'm vulnerable in the night. Watch over my soul as I fly across a...

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I floated away From my body not to stay To see things differently As others I see But there are chords Connected to me towards So I know I am not passed Until finally the projection does not last. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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