I thought this site was dead. I began to use it for different ends. But alas, surprise - it was never dead, only hidden to my eyes, you all kept going, love you guys!

​Let me know if the formatting's wrong, and I'll update the look of your sacred song.

​Emanuel

A mystic tree did block the path on which I trudged along, not felled but newly rooted with its leaves full green, alive with song. At once it looked familiar but again a foreign silhouette; I knew the names of branches but the leaves themselves, we’d never met. To the tree I introduced myself as one who needs must navigate the dissolution harmonies that frightened men disseminate. The tree then laughed and stepped aside and bent its boughs in salutation. And thence the mystic seed was planted: the fruitlessness of navigation.

​Samuel Tillman

The sun rises Anticipation, then- the anxiety of becoming flawless. Which way is right? I still don't know. As I feel the clock glaring at me behind my back, I wonder if my soul will ever show. Blank page, cluttered mind. Sharpened pencil, dull emotions. I start to sweat Another day can't go past unanswered. I must Write. Create. Find something divine. But all I seem to be able to do is waste time. I sigh, take a break. Grab another cup of coffee And take a walk down the empty street. Only bitter coldness greets me here. Biting all the way down to my core. I find myself at the end of the street. About to turn back, as weary as before When a sight catches my eyes A flower Among the dead and decaying leaves, It still manages to rise. In the last light of twilight, I see its bright blue glow. Thank you. For a crucial reminder: Even in the middle of winter, A flower can survive and grow. 

​Echo West

​background arpeggios counterpoint bass w/ melody sidechained 4-on-floor supersaws galore reverb + delay made fast to slow in post

​Samuel Tillman

​take your feet into account they'll carry you a long way these lives i've lived and wonders found wouldn't have had i stayed past my ears have many sounds passed only selected few entered now nearly deaf i am at last i've earned my right to be self centered my eyes are well and my gut feels good i can still stand still my mind is stuck to a single mood but my will is still my will

​Mathias Verrier

​Expressly, with love: smile, my friend! He so quick to love the chase: may the eternal lunar trance encompass you, and shall you transcend the shadows. Shine thine light forthwith, and with God and your pen sow the seeds of mercy and love, through song.

​Samuel Tillman

Fuckin pretentious bullshit Poetry should be raw Verdant hills, my ass Eat a knife.

O' wooded ridge there yonder,
with studded faces sloping;
vast wonderment to ponder,
again, to scale them; hoping,
but not then want to wander.
Instead I focus, coping
emotions not yet roping
me into foolish ventures.

​Samuel Tillman

This Shoot Poetry thing 
Is a thing I enjoy -
For to arrange strange jive
Just affirming you all are alive-
A perennial bulb or a favorite toy
It gets buried from time to time
And comes back up sometime near to Spring.

It’s a wonderful thing. 

​Samuel Tillman

Cuts from labor on my hard working hands. 

Restless nights, 
Open bottles of wine
To ease a broken spirit 

At work, the floor like battlefields, scarred comrades serving the food rations

The 7th heaven looks down on us with Pity, 
News articles circulating cities, will we make the cut for glory?

Retrograde, repetitive thought process, 
Simplistic script, Here's your receipt.

I know God is a better writer than this. 

Where's my helmet? Shots are being fired again
Forget the helmet, they gave me latex gloves to cover up my beautifully anointed hands. 

That's the only armor they'll give me;
At least I have a badge
​
"Do you have a club card?"
I only seek God, that is it.
John is a GOOD manager, I hope he knows that. 
Burnt out from previous occupations, seeking resurrection. 
"Would you like a water cup with that?"
Fixing what I can with obstructed time, blocking isn't quite right
The rhythm of my heartbeat is learning to synchronize still
"I don't have enough ones in my till"
Cosmological clock, fixated in a principled universe, 
Different cultures bred different versions of me
I hope you understand how psychedelic traveling can be.
"Oh could you sign a copy of your receipt"
I have one thousand things on my mind but that's all that comes out.
Thank you if you ever cared about my soul, 
Thank you if you ever stopped to listen. 
Thank you for your hugs, 
Thank you for visiting me in the hospital when I was sick, 
Thank you for teaching me when I was a fool. 
Thank you for your rebukes when I was in the wrong. 
Thank you for your help.
Thank you for showing me God.
"Hello ! How can I help you today?"

​Amir Drissi

How many times
Must I open my heart to find
It locked from the other side?
How many times must I open my heart
To be met by lies?
How many times must I cry
Before I realize I'm wasting My?
No, my heart stays open for days
And it will stay this way
I'm not a slave to likes or wage
Fuck the blind stay out of my way
I have people to save, I say
My words are for those who listen
Whether I like you or not we can have a sit-in
We are all children of love, none ungifted
Fuck you if you say that by my skin, creed, or sex I deserve no longer to get lifted
Get a fucking grip kid
Whether you're 20 or old and forgotten you're spoiled rotten
Your only salvation is to be honest
Stop lying to impress those most lost
It's your sacred life that be the cost
What a price to pay for mindless talk
But fear not
For if your intent be love you cannot be lost
Wake up, if you forgot
Stay strong, if you have not
I love both sides
The wanderers and the lost

​Emanuel

I saw her standing there
Wait,
Let's rewind
I saw her enter
The establishment I was going to
And I knew from then
This girl I was into

I enter the door, no fanfare
A girl from before, she stands there
I debate making a funny remark
I don't, it's whatever, no snark
I enter the place $7 just to walk in
This place charges people to enter
Probably for a reason

If this poem is stupid to you I understand
It's narcissistic and 
If I may continue

I don't see myself a narcissist
But I know what I'm into
The girl she stood there
Dancing the night earlier
But now in plain view
I wait for a water
Screw it, it's time to

I walk over we talk
"Best bar conversation
she's ever had"
Cool.
She kisses me on the cheek
I pull her back, we kiss
Was it enough for me?
No
But I don't insist
Why didn't I insist?

Because I know what I want
​and that's just it.

Crystal castles in the sky
Is where I'll go when I die
But only if I can bring another set of eyes
Because what's use in imaginative surprise if it's only I?

We'll fly high, up into a portal
The portal is the sky
But now we're immortal

We land in a courtyard
Cherry blossoms abound
The most surreal part is that there isn't a sound
And even though we're above the sky
There are still clouds

We walk up to a mighty door
Dark-stained wood with astral shine
Framed by pink brinks of grizzled stone
A knock on the door - is this our home?