#tellmar

[incorrect-spelljammer-quotes]

Calcryn: Anyone know any good substitutes for love and personal fulfilment?

Trixie: Crunchwrap supreme from Taco Bell.

Trixie: If that doesn’t work, a threesome on Tellmar with twin elves should.

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[moisestellmar]

Then I went on (Part 3/3)

I felt I could not give anything more, I asked myself if there was any more inventory for the giving feteday. Its true, there wasn’t, there never was. They were never mine to give in the first place, nor theirs to take. But an understanding of the time and place, an organic comprehension of the connection between needs and gifts. Im still here now, and none of these things are really gone, or really mine.

What is real is that giving is a fitting verb for me. Something is pulling my hand, it appears like my soul, oh! Right, after it all, in this being molded, being given and at times undone, I feel this soul still pulling with a tenderly mood, with intention, with a glance of determination is implying: just go on.

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[moisestellmar]

Then I realized… (Part 2/3)

After some time, took my words and art, rhymes that graced night lights with a cosmos of heart-warming tones, saw them as a nice gesture to deliver, and delivered they where. Selected my knowledge, lessons that elders once passed, that and my science, listed them in a contract that was then in my hands, another name here, and where mine goes was already signed.

I even folded some of my darkness, the fungus-like moist black soul toxins I used to hide, at an oriel I put them, private it appeared, but not really. Precious gifts, magic tricks, simple acts of kindness, a few pact objects and even a ring, yes I gave them all away.

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[moisestellmar]

I know myself better when I think of you.

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[moisestellmar]

A decade pretending that I know love, and today I find that as long as we have you and as long as we have I, both pain and love are alive...

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[moisestellmar]

Whatever I write now is tied.

Tied to the hope that you will read it.

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[moisestellmar]

Hug, hold, hunt, haunt me!

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[moisestellmar]

I gave (Part 1/3)

It started, in the beginning, there they were; a soul dressed in innocence, also a smile that could not glimpse evil. Was it a Tuesday or a Thursday? Who knows? What I do know is that I granted them both. Then my body, melted over a promise that appeared without expiry. Gladly gave them away too.

Spirit in one hand, plans in the other, a picnic of romance and truth, the tingling love of souls that once built a world fit for two hearts shaped as one. I saw these all wrapped as presents and a name of their recipient too.

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[moisestellmar]

“All I need tonight is an un-made bed to rest my sorrows”

#quotes #bedtime reminder #intimate #tellmar #solitude #romantic

[moisestellmar]

Help me forget you. Fold those wings you use while you fly through my dreams...

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[moisestellmar]

I observe something

Unfamiliar it seems this whole festival of isolement

this: “now you are allowed and later you are danger”

What a VUCA world we are here to face,

I hate the reality of age

I love the sensation of nothing

Sing with me! Are we all here to be gone?

Can we say I love you with a straight face?

Thought that you, you and you were the one

drank your smile, an upbeat song was my base

And yeah, with vices I have covered my lack of faith.

Desiring a hug, ten kisses and the grabs of flesh

Despite this we are walking to the tunnel of clarity

Forgiving the me and the you of yesterday

We are seizing the latest hope with a tear as bait

trusting that hope will give our purity a refresh

We will build our ideas out of forgiveness and piety

what is someones despair for us is a gateway

Connected we remain through this phase of separation

this: “Now you are loved and later even more”

I will reject any more treatment of condemnation

I hate any other reflection

Nothing I love, but a sensation.

Moises Tellmar

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[moisestellmar]

The creature said...

Every 571 minutes a ship is gone, a house is shaken and some guy named Raymond is baking. When the whispers get to 249 a hurricane called Helen sings a tune of mine, Back in June a roman stole a dime and still I chose to smile, When a mount I must climb for my dream to get in tide, I grasp the lie about a fly inside a jar that is ruefully far from the sky, But wait! for the illusion is torn as the newborn appeared, as love inside a tear, life and its meaning, as a fool that learns to hear, maybe something he will say, nonsense! a child?, theres no being with bigger cleanse, quiet Mr, Gray! that the child is about to speak, and astonished we all waited for a peek, and I crave for a dispatch of hope, a hone knife for this wretched rope, I stood bemused for the words a child dared to use, like dynamite with no fuse, true knife but no hope, -Im so tired of life!- were the words we had to cope, No worries we all have follies -said Mr. Gray- so we flew to the nearest bay to see how every 571 minutes a ship is gone, a house is shaken, and some guy named Raymond is baking.

Moises Tellmar

#suddentales #existential poetry #light hope #life is strange #cycle #tellmar

[moisestellmar]

Garden walk

Statues stand, humans wait.

Passion arises and anger stares.

We all have that spectre that can destroy us, an oxide kiss on an iron heart

I want to enjoy without lust’s embarrassment

What now is burned was once just warm

There are hours to live, but lives to survive, we can’t defeat winter, just endure it.

At the end, like eternal trees, naked and blind, we spread our branches, long for clearer skies, a movement of earth, a sunny teardrop.

Well thats our nature, our strength to keep

Flowers and failure, our roots are too deep.

-by Moises Tellmar

#poetry #contradictory #existential poetry #contemplative #beauty #tellmar

[moisestellmar]

Lack of trust...

More painful than reality’s punches

Moises Tellmar

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[moisestellmar]

Demonstrate it purely, as basic as conceivable. Maintain it's elemental character.

Moises Tellmar

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[moisestellmar]

Storages demise

Pouring life and time trough a crystal funnel.

Our precious canister can only hold a certain burden.

The finest moments, our whole heyday, smiling they cuddle.

Here they shine, truly bedecked, all of a sudden.

I lacked the sacred objects, the enhancement of vanity,

Modesty was not the gist for this underlined confession.

But a radical distinction, the value of invisible gifts, sharing creation.

The sun is not a glass, nor the sea a canteen, what an epiphany!

Still the fields need grass and fire needs air, even flowers dry for their children to emerge.

And saving is lacking, impatience is stress, thus loosing is just a simple round in the great roulette.

One stream of air, and we are dived into another tense, one that used to walk, even run, but now is gone.

And that may be the fate of our dearest case, none of the ritual objects arrived, What plot is going on?

Never mind these trivial items, nor these letters that make words vague, they’re dumb like a thousand heads of mystical cattle crashing into the fence.

But receive all that I proffer, whatever I make, I am, both aid and plague, I am a crumb but We are wholeness, in the cosmos we explore, You are the eye and im just a lens.

Truth is where lovers sack despair, how our longing will lodge and stay.

And truly now, requests aside, entrepots saturated and maybe diminished, for it all is futile without the inspiration of this truth, and nonsense whatever exists outside the circles of such perception.

Now the trees are exotic and even blue, I shout feelings about us two, and under the same truth i can say:

A day as a blossom, can be yours or maybe mine, but I prefer a garden of us both, than any valentine.

Moises Tellmar

#poetry #valentinegift #past love #beauty #contemplative #rhyming poetry #love #reflection #tellmar