A Poet's Philosophy

Good evening, guest. One way or another you've stumbled across my secret library. In it you'll find a collection of unearthly art, unusual poetry and unfinished thoughts. As your host I won't act like a stranger, so if you ever need a pair of listening ears climb the stairs to the highest floor and follow the narrow corridor to my ask box. Remember, those who come here seeking sanctuary will always find a warm cup of tea waiting. And for heaven's sake don't just stand there – feel free to look around.

[apoetsphilosophy]

[apoetsphilosophy]

These feelings aren't mine And yet I channel Every pang of stress The crisp contempt you self-assess

Your darkness spirals in excess Unstable, neck deep in your mess As you obsess, with nought progress I care for you nevertheless

I’m a dimensional sorceress That lives all paths at once, and yes There's parallels where we digress But in this branch I'll meet you fearless, in the light

Godward I reach and acquiesce The quantum pull to coalesce Will once again egress Per mapped process, at the right time

[thekeyofreason]

miles_art

[apoetsphilosophy]

Sulk if you need to Say nothing But what’s expected Of an empath

Below the subtext I hear your weariness Ring in defeat Pain I can’t soothe

You pull away And I remind myself To let you Have this grace

I thought enough for two Souls, maybe lifetimes I see one hundred Steps ahead

Take time to Mend the broken Let life unfold As written

I know the future Holds good weather For two sweet bunnies Close together

[apoetsphilosophy]

[apoetsphilosophy]

Sway me to feel for you The way I know I can With deep devotion Raw emotion

Move me to yield To the warm logic Of your kindness In spite my blindness

I reckon I will Have my fill Without returning Half your yearning

Do not think less If I confess That I suppress Words I express

I’m hoping to negate The weight Of what I’ll say When I can’t stay

[apoetsphilosophy]

[apoetsphilosophy]

You kiss me like you’re starving And I am willing To feed you sweet Offerings of fancy

Amused, let me Please you to weakness Fan the smoke Where kindling smolders

Resist if able, I’ll still Rein you warmly, unaware There were two villains All along

[apoetsphilosophy]

[apoetsphilosophy]

We worked from Starbucks As hours passed Across the table Left hands clasped

Bad Christmas songs Played as we mused But our headphones Sat unused

Delicate warmth Of skin on skin Your sparkling eyes And boyish grin

The butterflies I felt for bunny Flew in a flurry In my tummy

Few simple joys Pulled on heartstrings And I could melt From these small things

[arcturus83]

Enchantress by Audrey Kawasaki

[apoetsphilosophy]

How could I express That which even I Felt merely by the tail Saw only through a veil

The universe reverberated With cosmic micro ripples Quantum currents bleeding Through the folds of time

I could read the timestream Moving fluidly, unrushed Indifferent to my ennui And ride it without fear

I let the higher forces Guide me in this playthrough My third eye sharp and open Intent to clear a perfect run

[kestarren]

'Solace', by Miles Johnston, 2018.

[apoetsphilosophy]

Let effort soften Breathe into the spinning noise Held tight and taut Inside your sphere

Be the stillness that observes With kind composure Which does not punish For the same

The six of swords Will say there’s healing In quiet space In stepping back

Strong in my yin I will not push nor overreach As we gently shift To equilibrium

[apoetsphilosophy]

[apoetsphilosophy]

The gravity which I emit Must have grown weak and hit A dying phase unfit To draw you back in orbit

Of course I’m too proud to admit One could just quit And not submit To my dark pulsar pit

Where I could keep your fire lit Or starve it Cruelly with no guilt As deftly as I had it built

[the-other-art-attack]

Miles Johnston