ohh such a strong writing

Space in us. We are made of star dust. The whole universe is hidden in every person. This is the great mystery of the universe. All these rivers of our vessels, a string of nerve endings... Doesn't that sound like hundreds of galaxies in space? You've got a beautiful piece of poetry. I'm into poetry, too. This is a special part of my soul, perceiving the world in its beauty and sensuality. Take a look at my work, if you have the time. I would be interested to know your opinion about my poem.

Do you know if there is a community of writers and poets in the Discord?

human its enough to be complicated

really the poetry is very nice and touching the hearts of all people, I really like your poetry. you are a motivation for me

Full of hope and wisdom. We human beings are blessed with a very talented brain. If our mind is willing then we are not empty of ideas.

The harder we work, the luckier we become. With constant tilling of land can yield good produce of crops. Same applies to the mind, the more you think; the more you are able to create wonderful ideas.

*Though I swear, I dreamt some activation's route
Whereby the pull of this black hole
Could be reversed and nourish feeble souls
Yea even pull them out of turbid dust: for once to thrive
And blast empyrean idea-less gloom to finally come alive? .*. This part got me thinking,do you have a degree in poetry, and which noble University is that. Lovely poetry @d-pend

Great poem, buddy, as usual. Great photos too. 

Of course I agree with what you wrote about writers block. We think very similar. Much of the time I think the cause of writers block is simply that we don't know where to begin. That is why limitations (such as a 5/7/5 syllable count or instructions such as "write about no ideas") help many folks write better. 

I think also, writers block is a sign that we are thinking too much. Time to stop thinking, let the mind do it's job without micro-manging it. There is a reason why most of our best ideas happen in the shower when we otherwise aren't thinking. 

As for what I believe reality is... Reality is [insert sound of my hitting a singing bowl and letting it ring out]. That is all.

I love this soo much. If there is any lesson learnt is that there lies in me an infinite measure of ideas waiting to be set free

Wow really beautiful poem..love your all word.just started to follow you,i think will learn more from you about poetry.

I like your poetry, i think You are a sensitive person. Please check my last post and Tell me what you think thank you.

Very positive attitudes and philosophy versions entire @d-pend. I love this imaginary vision. You've see long distance for create poem. Excellent work.
Go ahead.

I am not a fiction expert and not an expert in writing. but everyone has instinct and precision in working. Very good @d-pend

I think very human being has its own magnificence and its own intellect and most of them claimed its birthright. Some of them used it in a good way to help humanity but others used it to their own good and do bad things. But many others remains to live in a low profile. Each and every one of us has its own greatness but it is still up to us on how to use it.

Well I can never run out of ideas ! Infact I keep a notepad with me because ideas can jump in anytime, but when I write fiction *(which I have started recently)*, sometimes it happens that I don’t understand how to take the story forward that it seems logical and also interesting at the same time. I will call that a writer’s block i think. But that too is solved in a few hours or days 😛😅

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Why do i feel empty after reading this sir @d-pend? T_T

I agree. Writer's block is something I've had trouble believing in myself. I find that when I can't think of anything to write, it's mostly because I'm not looking, if you get what I mean. Whenever I make a conscious decision to open my mind to inspiration, it flows.

Great poem, by the way!

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It's beautiful @d-pend. 🌌🌟🌌🌌🌟🌌

The poem is a spanless idea. 

The idea is spanless.

The first line... --- When all the ideas have crumbled ---- if ALL (ta panta or panta) here is encompassing all ideas about the something bigger than the earth which is I think is the UNIVERSE, then the last line should be considered as the final "blast" about celestial, immaterial, unearthly or heavenliness!

The poem started with "idea" this leads to many, tons, million,  of ideas. Somehow it doesn't have an idea about human per se, but humans wanted to know more about our "spanless" in the heavenlies. It's obvious the ideas is nothing but an ever knowing this ethereal in its substance. Mostly the poem centers about  the dark, light, fleck... I'm not sure why the author is keep out some important elements like moon, universe, anything about the universe. except the author is forming another "verse" maybe multiverse, if there's any.

This stanza if we take a closer look, there are a lot of things to consider: the light (no light mentioned -- I only assumed), bismuth, squid ink is again I have a hard time deciphering this one "squid ink" is dark and oceanic in term, but the subject is up above. Maybe a parallelism to its truest sense.

>The moon is of bismuth and the clouds that veil it
Are of squid ink. The sky itself is hardened black light
Which only the loftiest thoughts can soar beyond.
Daytime is a mirage wavering with a sunflower smile
Just beyond the horizon of our village.

Only night keeps company --- I think the author or the character contemplating about what he might have seen above...

And I jump to the last line ---

--And blast empyrean idea-less gloom to finally come  alive.--- 

I guess the All "from the Highest" from the first line leads to this conclusion that this idea-less or whatever existing in the minds could be only a conception that has to be tested thereby, in the end, a gloom end of every conceivable notion.

My two cents again.

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If you've followed my blog for a while, you'll know I'm not a believer in writer's block.

I'm not a fan of writer's block. By merely looking at the sky, that's one subject. Touching red roses is another, walking at the beach, chatting with your lonely friend, calling your long lost cousin, there are endless topic to write. Lazy writer! Tsk!

There is a great list of vocabuary, i will wish you use easy understanding words to create your poems

You put wings on the letters So that they can fly up
And get to make nest In the eyes that look at you
You let the pen write What the soul dictates ...
Why do you know that whoever reads to you will be nourished
by your thought word because you chisel it from the bottom of your soul
Congratulations! @d-pend To the writer of letters To the 
doctor who heals souls To whom his letters give So that they reach the soul
Letters that leave a mark When you leave them ...
'Written with the pen of your soul'

**The moon is of bismuth and the clouds that veil it
Are of squid ink. The sky itself is hardened black light
Which only the loftiest thoughts can soar beyond.
Daytime is a mirage wavering with a sunflower smile
Just beyond the horizon of our village**


The metaphors in this verse is quite brilliant. In an essence,  the whole stanza is metaphorized something  like **the sky itself is s hardened black light**

That was amazing,  it's been a while  I saw writers use hard core metaphor  but here you are.
This is really awesome I had to read over and over again. 
You're become  superbly out of reach  in awesomeness,  you're sweetly writing these days on another level.

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@d-pend, Actually your poetry bringing me deepest mindset. Harder thinking thoughts indeed. Ideas creating and keep going world and humans. Without ideas non-create anything. Must thinking.......Look at around.......Anywhere's has humans ideas..Creative ideas came from deepest mind. So we need to control our mind then easily can manage ideas. Now I coming to this poem; It created nice comparison with whole planet. I swear, I'm going to deep meditation and looking human thoughts from my 03rd eye. 03rd eye give up valuable vision to us.
Note and philosophical conversation would be awesome.Your writing style most inspire and motivate me every seconds. Poetry beginners need to must follow @d-pend. You can get more valuable contest from this posts. From Creative art works, get more rewards to your blog. Just excellent blogging.

very inspiring poem .At some point you have to accept that you have no idea. Then something may arrive so we have to try and create a piece of art about having no ideas.

**Thank you so much for share a meaningful philosophy.**

I am intrigued by the meaning of the poem,
the grammar of the language is very beautiful, after I followed your post I want to learn to make poetry.
thanks @d-pend

Thank you so much for sharing this poem from the ends of the blackhole you have mined another beauty. 

I love the way your poems end always giving us hope:

> Yea even pull them out of turbid dust: for once to thrive
And blast empyrean idea-less gloom to finally come alive

There is no writer's block just a fear of the unexpected.
Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy and I envy those who are can get away with posting the same thing again and again. It is when I come here that energy kicks in. We spur each other on. I'm sorry if sometimes the world looks like an empty sea, a salty wasteland of places where water could have been. My blog may look like this sea but I'm digging deeper.

Thanks for keeping me inspired :)

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Great writing friend. You have a rare depth to your being and your poetry is deep as well. I sometimes have to read it a couple of times to get the full effect.🐓

@d-pend is a blessing to us here. There's no time I visit your blog that I become less inspired. I am rather blown and motivated to write too.

Thanks for the philosophical discussion. It is well related.

You have used wonderful analogies  in your poem. I truly enjoy reading them. 
There are no limitations in the Cosmos, all the limitations are of the mind, you can stretch yourself how much ever you want and in any direction you want and that's where the thin line between the Good to Great comes into picture.

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**Brilliant poetry**
 My favorite part was this one:

>Only night keeps company
Obscuring even the flecks
That gravitate to thy sorcerous antenna
With such colorlessness they consume all color,
With such facelessness they all beings efface.

You really should think about writing a poetry book :)