Stardust (Original Poetry)

You pale in front of the mirror
whenever it reveals your flame
the aura surpasses the expectations
injected with precision into your DNA.

Leaking energy is part of the game
it’s up to you, though
whether you reframe the projection
and reclaim your sovereign terrain.

A creator of marvelous universes,
galaxies, stars, and majestic planetary domains
was never meant to stay imprisoned,
trapped, and addicted to random thoughts
riding a carousel in the brain.

But then again
you think less of yourself
worshiping fools
sold as revolutionary patterns
instead of focusing your precious life force
onto remembering the plan you laid out
before you entered Earth’s spectacular maze.

Beautiful soul,
you didn’t come here
to be a victim and play small.
You are stardust,
fractals of oneness
observing matter
and enabling consciousness
to explore and experience itself.

Why bother explaining yourself
when I decided to duck
and lose myself?

There’s power in ordinary exclamations
I’ll give you that.
But don’t expect me to hold space for you
while you slander your spirit
and trash those who respect the play.

Easy for you to say
you’re not in the physical plane.
It’s tough here!
I guess, I totally underestimated
the fight with different versions of myself.

The rain settles
washing away anger and pain.
The dust remains
calling forth courageous reigns
ready to defy the odds of the mundane.

Don’t slander your chance
to heal your ancestral wounds
and regrow the wings
you gave to a species
awakening and learning to love again.
 
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎

Original poetry without using AI.
Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki using Midjourney and Photoshop.

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