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Amanda White. Inspired on beautiful singing.

Father Sky

Extend your arms, spirit of the sky
Expand your wings and teach me how to fly
I want to soar to the highest of highs
I want to stay right by your side.

Come to my aid, spirit of the wind
Teach me how to lean and how to mend
I want to reach the heavens with thou
I want to be where I’d be allowed.

‘Cause you serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
You fill my heart when I’m down, sad and I’m all alone
The reverbing tremolo bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my accelerated heart pounds.

Extend to me, oh, spirit of the clouds
Blow of your breeze and send me up above
I want to dash across your linen atmosphere
I want to stay right here tonight.

Respond to my call, spirit of the stars
Teach me how to lead and how to shine
I want to float around your cosmic orbit
Touch all of the natural satellites.

‘Cause you serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
When my day is somber, you light upon just like the sun
The vibrating staccato bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my syncopated heart pounds.

Oh, Father Sky
All of your children in me lie
They sway me from one to the other side
And then they sway my being back inside
With their uplifting heterogeneous lullaby
So beautiful, that it makes me cry.

‘Cause they serenade me with your cathartic eclectic song
When I’m wandering, your embrace makes me feel like home
The reverbing tremolo bouncing off the walls of this lounge
Synchronizes perfectly with how my accelerated heart pounds

It won’t be long ‘til you reach me
It won’t be long ‘til we’ve become one.

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Inwardly Fashion

You want to walk at your own speed
You like to do things syncopated
Don’t you know I’m in a hurry?
I don’t have the time to catch up
And synchronize
And to be one together.

How are you to fit the shapes in the hollow spaces?
When you’re a square, I’m a circle and we’re in a triangle
I don’t have the will to drag along those shallow memories
Of you and me, you and others, me against the world and I.

You want to go on your own speed
You never liked following the pattern
You’re either one step behind or two steps ahead
But never quite paralleled with me.

How are we to decipher the symbols on the walls?
When you read a different language from what I’m speaking
I don’t have the energy to figure out this conundrum displayed here
And you and me, you and others, me against the world and I begins.

The algorithm in the way we feel about one another
The difference about the way that we see things
Is dragging us under, placing us against each other
Consuming us to the point we stop being lovers and become nuisance instead.

A Motion Cycle’s The Resolution. The order in which the poems should be read. These poems will appear in a poetry e-book I’m writing titled “Fishing for Sirens”.

The Fisherman
The Resolution
The Divine
The Antagonistic
The Needy
Fated for Catastrophe
The Veil
The Logical Sense of the Granted
The Pretender
The Wounded
Aphorismos
Finding Work in Idle Hands
The Executioner
Agean Chain
The Invisible
Elysium

Newest Amanda White poem

Celeste

Aqua, where are you hiding?
The flame of love is looking for you?
It doesn’t need a counter-parting
For love is this life’s strongest glue.

Come back with us to the shore
Where the starlight sirens have grown legs
Never mind that thing at the bottom
We’ll lie there only we’ve come to rest.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Terra, where are you hiding?
Flora and fauna are here to greet you
The birds and the trees welcoming
No need to fear the taste of their fruit.

Come back with us to the center
Where the sunflowers have grown wings
Never mind that thing at the corner
We’ll lie there only if we’ve come to an end.

A light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Ignis, I, I am not hiding
The Cosmos is calling us to become one with it again
Mother, Gaia, we your daughters
We’ve listened to your calling
And we are ready for the embrace.

Lead us, through your soft marrow
Pull us back to you with your umbilical cord
Take us from this world so cold and callow
Fill us with that wisdom, unknown, unexplored.

Your light pierces into the mantles of darkness
Stirring us up from our slumber
Calling us up by our names
We are colloquial bawls in these celestial spaces
Sundering ions for aeon
Dot by dot, assembling, across this seraphic palace.

Sister Celeste.

Probably Ryan Lyandree’s final poem/song…

The Fisherman

Enter the hyphens to draw the horizon
This is the path I must take, from now on
Make way for the temple that has arisen
The parcels are coming to commemorate themselves.

Clutch onto your body, not to lose your spirit
This baptism of fire has other plans for you
Watch as this fisherman is fishing for sirens
It seems to be the only thing he knows how to.

Talk about the reeling
Talk about the bait
This path seems appealing
A trail I should take.

Spurting his blood to feed off the Wyvern
This is the pact I’ve signed, where I belong
Make way for the darkness tearing asunder
The pillars are coming down, burying us both.

Hold tight your chest, not to lose your soul
The drizzle of sulfur’s to acid, as coal is to oil
Beware of the callous in hunt of the weary
That the assemblage of angels is called on to foil.

Talk about the reeling
Talk about the bait
This path seems appealing
A trail I should take.

Stare at the wave that is swallowing us under
Look at that fisherman just fishing in his boat
Two suns are for eyes, and voice like a thunder
It seems he’s the one that keeps us afloat.

Shrouded in mystery is the life of us Pisces
When the age of Aquarium is now just upon
Two spectrum apart, contrary and in crisis
Two entities divided, striving to become one.

Talk about the reeling
Talk about the bait
This path seems appealing
A trail I should take.

A poem I wrote two years ago using the alias “Lauren Black”

High

I’m in love with the way you look at me
With those eyes, so pure, so profound
I’m in love with the way you talk to me
It’s like lost treasure that I have found.

I love the way you laugh, you smile
The way you hold me, so gentle, so firm
What could be happening? Hold awhile
Could I be getting something I can’t confirm?

I’m in love with how you take care of me
With every phone call, every little text
I’m in love with how you seem to love me
But am I taking it all out of context?

I like the way you blush, turn red
The way you sigh, so funny, adorable
What could this be? I must accept
I’m clinging from a ceiling not sure is stable.

You got me getting high on cloud nine
It’s so precious, so luscious, so divine
Tell me, do you love me…?
As much as I do you?
Cause I’d like to know if I’m the only one
Or if you’re in it too?

The Divine

Witness a new day rising in all of its majesty
The prophesied hour has finally come forth
Gather to embrace this indispensable serenity
To be absolved from the sum that made us hurt.

Proselytize the prominence of this message
Panegyrize the essence of its evidence
Bow at the magnificence of its presence
Bear witness its preeminent benevolence.

Dive deep into its laudable core
There you’ll find its foundation
Clutch into the sacred junction
Surrender, deliver proper devotion.

We are not meant to live under such divisions
We are all of part of the divine creation.

Attest to the beauty of this undeserving encountering
Take a chance to appertain in this just redemption
Discard your pride and allow this righteous deliverance
Confess your offense to disentangle your confusion.

Uphold to the prominence of this message
True to the essence of its evidence
Bow at the magnificence of its presence
Bear witness its preeminent benevolence.

Dive deep into its laudable core
There you’ll find its foundation
Clutch into the sacred junction
Surrender, deliver proper devotion.

We are not meant to live under such divisions
We are all of part of the divine creation.

It tastes deistic, almost celestial
To bathe in the rays of the sun
To rinse in the crystalline waters
Of this sumptuous ongoing river.

Allow to become immaculate
Let this holy entity take over
Metamorphose with this supernatural organism
To be one with our author.

We are not meant to live under such divisions
We are all of part of the divine creation.