I’m intrigued by the mystique of your quantum physique. I kindly ask, please let me past the biologics of your event horizon I can see the rotations of our celestial bodies colliding In between the fabric of your inner space and time Divinely entangled in the valance of your ether I spiral into into the matrix of your golden It’s gravitational, I navigate it slow and enter the center of the sacred gyrations of your eclipses. Finessed by the affinities found in the finite nature of your infinite I’m accelerated by the waves created through your vibrations And fall to particles from the entropy of your thermodynamic nature Expanding my pieces into each and every one of your dimensions Attracted to the singularity of our opposition The beauty of you and I Whole and unified One

I fell asleep inside a storm and woke up where the clouds are born. Without a form of function, objects subjects, nameless oneness. The summit and the abyss became one in the same so what is the difference in the picture's I paint And the painters is existence in my physical frame. Seeing from a frameless existence when you live on spiritual planes. With a brain that’s so gifted with this lyrical game. Fictitious scriptures get written to rhythm for you to taste. The contradictions they come from such a holistic place. Everybody is like delicious but I’m like wait a minute Because ain’t nobody really listening when the silence become so deafening And the cacophony of thoughts in me is brought to its final reckoning No more beckoning to the self-professed professor’s lecturing It’s time to see for self what’s reflecting in this mirror, inner questioning. The answer’s lie beneath the disguise as of all of our identities We’re just entities without a form so welcome to where the clouds are born

Hey everyone, I’m thrilled to kick off this fresh new community here on Skool. If you’re passionate about poetry particularly the patterns of prolific rhymes whether you’re crafting sonnets, haikus, limericks, and odes or just spinning everyday thoughts into rhythmic gold This is your spot. We’re starting from scratch and building something special: a vibrant hub for artists like you to share verses, swap feedback, spark ideas, and collaborate on flows that make words sing. No experience needed—just a love for the word rhythm and rhyme. Drop your first poem below, introduce yourself, or suggest a prompt to get us rolling. Let’s grow this together—one syllable at a time. Who’s in? Join now and let’s make some magic! 📝✨