#almostlikepoetry

[almostlikepoetry]

. . | CHIMERA | . ::Just a touch:: . by her hand, and I was slain, without a hope to call on faith and ask to be saved: . what a name… . ‘Chimera’ . With bare skin dressed in stars, she candidly danced unlike any of the corpses moseying in the street life bars…. . …and there was.... . …me… . floating through the black raging sea of adolescent immorality… and she slowly emerged from the frantic ocean, hair still immersed in the radiant b l u e s k y penetrating the darkness and my inhibitions… . Her smile . ——eclipsed—— . my thoughts that entire night and transfixed my heed… . I can still see the {horns} . in her eyes as she spurs me with her gaze every time I see the c o n s t e l l a t i o n . hanging over my head like a halo of isolation. . @benjamin_lee_hopper . . 📸 @mtnjohns . . . . . #benjaminleehopper #almostlikepoetry #auraborealis #colorado #montezuma #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofinsta #poetryinmotion #nature #exploration #camping #pursuitofportaits #awesupply #alifealive #vsco #vsco #chimera #mextures #textures (at Montezuma, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtpYPYrg_Ii/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kj65l9ej1rs8

[almostlikepoetry]

. . | Meditation 2 | . I am the hollow; the uncollapsed ambient sound suspended in the rin singing bowl of the cosmos; the mum ring echoing in a void bolstered by infinity, the tacit vacuum of banality; an arrested tone in the chambers of my adytum, where deaf creatures lost deep inside breach while searching for egress but stumble within my reach; I am the ambrosial mind speak reverberating inside the walls of willing ears in hopes to meet their hunger’s need with transient healing whispers of unwavering heed towards every form calling forth to be fully saturated by the testimony: “Yes, you are already that which your heart most hopes to become;” but the words fall through my ears and back onto my tongue, for I the one speaking; the only one to receive; I am the hollow. . -@benjamin_lee_hopper- . . . . . #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #spilledink #poem #poet #poems #poetry #universe #fractal #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoem #vsco #vscocam #musing #nofilter #instamood #instagood #poetryisnotdead #wordporn #bookstagram #creativewriting #poetrycommunity #philosophy #eyeview #aesthetics #mextures (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs9hjongVpo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1urh6wbl2grhm

[almostlikepoetry]

. | Who What When Where Why How? | . Who are those whom truly know, fully relieved from questioning, that they can clearly see their true presence of being as it's seen universally? . What about the fragmented figments of imagination gazed in one's own reflection from a mirror on the wall? . When aren't they seeing one's Self receiving flights of idle refractions, filtered through shattered glass, charring colorful misconceptions onto gray matter casts of self belief? . Where could such delusions successfully harbor shammed sails on the hole riddled hull of Id and still remain free from Ego, the sure fragmentation of one's soul on a sinking ship in a salted sea? . Why am I thus what I don't perceive but instead the summation of discrete judgments and love projected by those onlooking? . How does our psychology develop so deeply divided through our colored cranial gates that lead us to our carnal minds? . -Almost Like Poetry- . . . . . #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #poem #poems #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #vsco #vscocam #nofilter #picoftheday #photooftheday #instagood #instamood #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #nofilter #instamood #wordporn #creativewriting #mirror #psychology #perception #reflection

[almostlikepoetry]

[almostlikepoetry]

Pondery

Once a human decides not to submit to pleasing other humans and thusly begins to chase something other (something greater), at that point, all remaining humans follow the venturer wherever they may go.

[almostlikepoetry]

"When I get bored at work, I just start inducing false memories until everything becomes deja vu."

Unknown

[almostlikepoetry]

Failed Disciple

( Excerpt from my music www.soundcloud.com/fallenpharaoh ) Maybe I thought since you We're omniscient You'd know all our intentions And not get caught up In semantics Like what is love and Who really feels it But the weight of the world is still not lifted The veil's been torn But we can't see through it I can't admire eternal fire Who knows the secret To a happy life but Withholds the light I'm a failed disciple Caught in the cycle Of a Self assured Whole realized demise Seen the face of lost hope I can't escape I can't cope My nature makes us Inescapable rivals. I make time my idol Now you're afraid of my soul A sculpture made just to be hated by his sculpter I Don't wanna be a bastard But it's the truth im after Will sacrifice eternal life to know! If you're the original Romantic Chances are you'd give Infinite chances But our worlds still wrought with deranged panic Primal rage scorched Eyes turned frantic Well maybe it's time to flood the planet And vanish evil Just like Atlantis Send a flaming spiral To spark revival Amongst your people Who will murder children To just for survival! We're all failed disciple Caught in the cycle Of a Self assured Fully realized demise We're a clan who's lost hope Exhiled from our home Our nature made us Inescapable rivals. We make time our idol Now you afraid of our soul Sculptures made just to be hated by their sculpter Don't wanna be a bastard But it's the truth we're after Will sacrifice eternal life Just to know! Time has become my idol And I don't want to die But if life is only about survival I'm going to lose my mind Drifting further towards being suicidal And see why all them chose to Say goodbye

[almostlikepoetry]

“Titans of space may siphin the time left feeble in our slowly corroding, affable spines, but never will they reach that which remains confined: the essence of our timeless, crystalline mystique, our collective, infinite mind.” -Almost Like Poetry- (Benjamin. Lee Hopper)