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Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |


        ~A long dramatic verse poem in rhyme~

“Hmm; I see you are new?”
“Yes, Doctor; stationed here almost a year ago.”
“I think I figured out your problem!?”
“But please tell me so that I may know.”
“Know what; if I am crazy!?”
“It is as it does; so the saying goes!”
“OK just please relax.”	
“Take a deep breath, and breathe in through your nose.”
“Now very slowly please.”
“Would you start from the beginning?”
“Yes Doctor, I shall.”
“But why are you grinning!?”
“Oh; I’m sorry, it’s because;”
“I already made my diagnosis!”
“Hearing your story;”
“Would confirm my prognosis!?”
“Lay back on the sofa.”
“Tell me everything.”
“And please; don’t be ashamed.”
“To tell me… anything;”
“I will do my best.”
“To listen objectively;”
“I've heard it all before.”
“Let’s start; the minutes go quickly!”
“It happened on the same night.”
“I first met this beauty in the snack bar.”
“A chance encounter; total strangers;”
“Now we’re a couple, leaving in the same car;”
“We get back to my place.”
“And she asks to take a shower!?”
“Don’t laugh Doc; I fell asleep.”
“She was in there for over an hour!”
“Now this is the part.”
“That gets strange and really weird.”
“I am a tough man.”
“But this has me somewhat scared.”
“I thought she slipped me.”
“Some kind of drug in my drink;”
“All I remember was falling asleep.”
“Then it’s morning and I’m shaving in the sink!?”
“But I am certain of what I feel.”
“My body knows that it just had sex.”
“But I can’t remember at all; “
“That’s the part that has me vex!”
“The Doctor stands and stretches.”
“Is time up!?” “No I needed to reach something.”
“Would you please continue?”
“Yes; I was just remembering.”
“That first night she was with me.”
“I did in fact feel her for a while!”
“There you go again Doctor!”
“What’s up with the smile?”
“”It’s because I know what’s coming.”
“That you met her only once.”
“The rest would sound crazy.”
“But be assured I am no dunce.”
“Every now and then;”
“You awake to the sweet smell of her perfume.”
“And it looks and feels.”
“Like you two just made love all over the room!?”
“But all you remember;”
“Was dancing in the bar, her in the shower, and you in bed!?”
“Know you had sex, can’t remember it.”
“Now you think you’re going out your head!”
“This happens every now and then.”
“And you are here for some answers!?”
“Well then here it is.”
“You are but one of her many private dancers!”
“What; she pulls a one night stand.”
“Then months later; climbs through my window.”
“Perhaps that would explain.”
“Why you keep seeing her shadow!”
“No; you are not insane.”
“But what I say next; may drive you mad!?”
“This would help explain.”
“All those wet dreams you've had!”
“You have never met.”
“Nor seen her anytime before!”
The Doctor said; showing him a  picture.
One look; and he faints on the floor!”
Some smelling salts;
Finally awakens him.
“Just breathe easy.”
“And don’t look so grim!”
“Doctor I am having a very hard time.”
“I’m trying, in my own way, to process this!”
“For now just consider yourself lucky.”
“Upon fainting; the table’s edge your head did miss!”
“OK I’m ready; show me again.”
“I hope this time it’s not as scary!?”
Once again he looked at her picture.
It was from a century’s old obituary!
“Rosie has a thing.”
“For every new soldier in town;”
“The Troops will soon be rotated.”
“Then somebody else comes to me with a frown.”
“Is it a blessing or a curse?”
“I often thought real hard!”
“Until that one day.”
“Rosie left me her calling card!”
“What!” “You too Doctor!?”
Each showed the other; their white silk gloves!
“The legend says.”
“Rosie leaves them for whomever she loves!”
“There are a few days left.”
“Until your arrival’s one year anniversary;”
“Rosie will pay you one final visit.”
“Then find a new lover from the commissary.”
“Why haven’t you left this post yet Doc?”
“Aren’t you in the least bit scared?”
“I can’t leave this place or my Rosie.”
“She is the only one to whom my soul is shared.”
“Is it me or is it getting cold!?”
“There’s a sweater in that locker.”
“Thank you Doctor I’ll get it.”
"I turn around and there was the shocker!"
"Just that quick;"
"In an instant everyone was gone."
“Private; what the hell are you doing in here!?”
“No one is allowed in this building until dawn!”
“Are you new to this unit!?”
“Yes Sir; I’m just reporting for duty!”
“Isn’t this medical reception?”
“No it’s the new commissary!”
“Are you drunk or stoned soldier!?”
“No Sir!” MP’s escort him to my office!”
“Sit down and read this.”
“I hope it brings you some solace.”
There in front of me was a newspaper clipping.
The headline was over one hundred years old.
“Brave Psychiatrist dies in fire with Chef Rosie!”
“Yes Private, in time those special few are told!”
“The real truth of what happens;”
“Here at this isolated Out-Post.”
“Everyone at some point;”
“Will encounter their own special ghost!”
“I see you have met two already.”
“Captain I see no flame!”
“But smoke is coming from your pipes stem!?”
“Please Sir would you tell me!?”
“Are you also one of them!?”
The Captain then showed the Private.
His own pair of Rosie’s gloves;
“We are lucky son.”
“Some soldiers only get shoves!”
“Very soon is your rotation out of here.”
“And she will leave you forever!”
“You should let her love you.”
“Once more if you’re clever;”
“When I was your age;”
“I did just that and it was the best body spasm.”
“Now don’t be afraid.”
“Not everyone can say they had a phantasm orgasm!”
“So then Captain;”
“You must be a ghost as well!?”
“Yes I am.”
“But this is not Fort Hell.”
“Although some of us;”
“Have not accepted it yet;”
“By and large you should;”
“Like the one’s you have met!?”
“Captain am I too a ghost!?”
“Well son that depends on your cognition.”
“What is written on the Front Post sign?”
“Sadly the Private says; Welcome to Fort Apparition!”

~By: Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |


                                  ~My Theory Explained Part Two~

         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

Continued from Chapter 4 of Part One

Is there no such thing as Mind and Spiritually Influenced Energy? Energy defined is the Ability to do Work; and don’t we all Harness these Elements’ raw Natural Potential and Kinetic Energy to create, sustain, and end life? I must touch briefly, in reiteration to my other theory that Human Conscious Thought is potentially matter; given that the definition of thought is, “To bring into a given condition by mental preoccupation!” 
Mental Telepathy and Ethereal Encounters are examples of such. We can speak with our minds and move objects which I term "Potential and Kinetic Energy Applied Principles of Principality Related Physics." It is the reason why Spirits or Ghosts if you will; have the ability to move objects. It is widely believed and accepted  when one is in the Presence of non human Spiritual Matter; there is an increase in the readings of Electrical (FIRE) Energy and Climate (Air) Change.

Also, on a side note I would be in remiss to not mention should the aforementioned non human spiritual matter not be positive, and in a negatively threatening manner opposes humans; by using in prayer; Holy (WATER) and with Holy (EARTH) Salt…(Sodium Chloride) this will restore the balance of Positive and Negative Spiritual Elemental Influences and drive those Spiritual Elements away. Fight Fire with Fire. "Only that which is of itself can defeat itself!"

Do we not use all four of those elements as an energy source to create and sustain life? Does the Air not carry and sustain microscopic biological life? Do not the Fires of volcanic eruptions create a new land mass?  Are not the “Waters” of oceans, lakes, and rivers full of aquatic life? And the Earth; does all of the aforementioned not occur on it? Yes my dear friends the Elements are Alive! 

The aforementioned questions are famously answered, as evidenced by the experimentations of Japanese Scientist Dr. Masaru Emoto. He claimed that Human Consciousness Has an Effect on the Elemental Substance of Water. Dr. Emoto would freeze water and take pictures of the frozen crystals that formed.

He then discovered that Water has Emotions by the crystals changing shape when Directed Human Consciousness has an Effect on the Molecular Structure of Water. Emoto's conjecture evolved over the years, and his early work explored his Belief that Water Could React to Positive Thoughts and Words, and that Polluted Water Could be cleaned through Prayer and Positive Visualization. Emoto's work is widely considered to be Pseudoscience. 

We all practice some form of pseudoscience in our own way. Have you ever seen someone talking to their plants as they water it, but think nothing strange about talking to their pets and actually know their pets understand them?

But that in and of itself poses the question; is it because only living things that have the biological properties needed to interpret sound can hear? Is it also the reason behind; what to me is a profound philosophical question, which are often times misconstrued as Mankind’s egotistical pretentiousness.; and this question of course is, “If a tree falls in the woods and no one (human being) is there to hear it, does it still make sound?

There in my dear friends lay the rub. For the concept of sound, one of the five senses; is also a stimulus that alerts mankind to the Consciousness of Life. It is absolutely ludicrous for us to think that only living human and non human animals are effected by those same five senses of Touch, Taste, Sight, Smell, and especially Sound. 

Based on the aforementioned philosophical question, if a falling tree makes sound; and with regards to the also aforementioned experiment on elemental emotions by Dr. Emoto; I could just imagine the conversation in any forest or woods. It may go something like this…. 

{A loud crashing thunderous sound is made from the noise of a tree falling}

“Did you *See* that Rose?” “No Violet. I’m glad I didn’t but I *Heard* it! Poor Mr. “Maple” just fell over. He was such a sweet old man. I could still *Taste* him now.” “Yeah Rose; he always did put out the best syrup; put a real smile on the face of the Farmers.” 

“Yeah he was quite fond of them too. The kids swung and climbed all over him. He told me he used to like watching the TV through their living room window.” “Yeah; do you remember the time he screamed watching “A Nightmare on “Elm” Street?” 
“Yeah he was a funny guy. I remember the day I got mad at the neighbors dog for relieving itself on me, and he said,

“Don’t feel bad about getting “pissed on” but just worry more about your actions and its consequences when “pissed off!” Sooner or later that dog is going to “bark” up the wrong tree and that tree’s own “bark” will be worse than his bite, when he gets a “limb” or some hard chunky “bark” dropped on his mutt ****, and that “leaves” him “petrified”, every time he “would” come into this “forest”, he’s gonna get some “wood; besides there aren't any fire hydrants in the woods!”

“After that no more worries and I looked at life so differently. He was a wise old man and deserved being the “Branch” Manager at “Tree”-House “Savings.” I’m sure he will still be of good use and his presence still felt from his *Touch* as a rocking chair for whom ever uses it for comfort, or fire wood, a book shelf and or possibly his own casket. May he rest in “peace” or “pieces;” he is “still one,” and also “yet many” at the same time.”

End Part Two.

Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |


                              ~My Theory Explained Part Three~

         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~

                 ~Continued from Chapter 6 Paragraph 4 of Part Two~

“Do you *Smell* that?” “Oh yeah bet your sweet petunias I do. It’s “Mary*Jane”… she is hosting one of her famously known the world over…
~*(T)*otally ~*(H)*igher~ *(C)*onsciousness~ parties.  

“Oh she’s a real live one! Every body;  including herself feasts on the essence on just what she offers; both good and bad as it is up to one’s perception and interpretation of how  something or someone is here for a purpose and not just by accident. It’s such an interesting sight to behold. 

Did you know with her influence some of the best music, poetry, discoveries and advancement in medicine to help heal; as well saving lives as “Hemp” rope she was made for during WW2 became possible? 

And while I’m on the subject of war and its “violence;” it took a “Stoner” (Eugene Stoner inventor of the M16) to make a weapon used by some “Stoners” who used *IT* (M*J&M16) while “violently fighting for peace!”  Yes indeed her parties increase ones appetite craving for the munchies of knowledge from each other; one just can’t help love those “cannabis cannibals.”

“I’m reading her book… “*Puff* the Magic Dragon’s Tails…Tales from the Woods.” “Yeah; me too, this is my favorite part.

                                             ~CHAPTER 7~

“What is important in sustaining human life, and makes speech, the human language of communication possible as well? What is the most abundant and widely used building material used to make homes? What is used to make paper to write on? What was first used to build the ships to explore this planet? What was used to make the first wheels on covered wagons to discover the western part of our country, and before mankind were able to produce rubber tires?  

Humans give off carbon dioxide during respiration, for a tree it is oxygen. Waste for waste, an exchange to help sustain life; mutual negatives becoming a positive. It gives us the Air we both breathe and also makes the sound that humans interpret as their language. But oh what a beautiful sound we hear in a great singing voice.

When man came out from their caves, after having discovered how to rub two sticks together to create friction and start fire, then use sharp edged stones (does the Stone Age sound familiar?) to cut trees for fire and also make homes as he moved about the land, it was inevitable the next step would be to explore the oceans.

He used trees to build the ships and also to make the paper that became our maps to navigate with. When he eventually settled it was the tree that provided the stock to create the muskets and rifles that gave humans their independence. The wooden wagon wheel helped them explore and expand westward, unifying this great nation of ours. It also became the railroad tires that were used for trains to run on creating commerce and industry. And the rest is history.

Yes, I would love to be an apple or maple tree that would bear fruit and feed people. To stand in an open field for hundreds upon hundreds and thousands of years like the Great Sequoias; and from my height be able to see for many miles how the land and mankind has changed throughout the centuries. I would get to see a small town grow into a metropolis; to see people grow and evolve. 

I see them look at me in wonder year after year, when my leaves bring them joy from the changing of the colors in the fall, and they marvel at its return in the spring. I would have feathered friends nesting on my branches. I get to see those eggs hatch then grow, and cheer those baby birds on when they instinctively take that first leap of faith to spread their wings and fly; then return to me, both us happy to continue this bond of necessity.

I get to hear the words of passion whispered into the ears of couples as they sit and picnic beneath the shade of me, all the while professing their undying love for each other. I get to feel it, when the shape of a heart encases their initials that are carved into my bark. And I stand vigilantly as they consummate that love shortly there-afterward beneath me. Or when I am drilled into and my extracted syrup puts a smile on someone’s face having pancakes. 

Yes I feel. And yes I am vulnerable also; to disease, fires, floods, avalanches and tornadoes. All that affects man also affects me. I know and accept my fate, that one day I may be cut down and be sacrificed for the betterment of mankind's evolution. And I gladly succumb and surrender to my destined fate; on how ever long it may take, decades upon decades or centuries. But while I wait I was given the most precious gift imaginable. I was given a front row seat, and the most graciously lengthy view; 

“My goodness that was deep. I just kept asking myself, as I listened to you, that humans don’t realize we are not that much different to them. We equally rely upon each other; but it seems as though it is a bit one sided at times?” “Please elaborate I’m listening.” 

“Well we do and give them so much; the three basic essentials needed for life, food, clothing, shelter, furniture, travel, weapons, bridges, and especially paper to write on and for the recording of mankind’s existence. Our paper provides their books, currency, birth and death certificates, marriage and divorce papers, drivers licensees, diplomas, credentials, …paper, paper, paper….is that all I am?”

End Part Three

Long poem by ROGER SATNARINE | Details |


                                  ~My Theory Explained Part One~

         ~Human Elemental Spirituality the Psychology of Science Vs Religion~
                                              ~SEQUEL OF~ 

                ~“The Human Mirror: We Are Each Other's Reflection”~
                                 ~By Roger Chad Satnarine 2015~


“My dear friends I would be in remiss to not explain the reason behind the concept and inspiration for my Acrostic Poems; “The Spiritual Elements of Air Water Fire and Earth Parts One and Two. In both I Theorize it must be Acknowledged that there is Life in Everything; in all that is Comprised of People Places and Things; both Animate as well as what is thought to be Inanimate; given, that it is believed and accepted inanimate objects are devoid of the Biological and Mental Properties to have Itself, Self-conscious. 

The reasoning behind my theory is simply this; as I have inferred the Elements of Air Water Fire and Earth Are all Consciously Aware of Itself, is due to the fact that it exists in Everyone of Us. To reiterate; the aforementioned Elements can all Equally Create, Sustain, and End Life from Its Own Self-aware Projections of Conscious Thought Emotions and Energies!

Inside every Human Being all of these Elements can be found. Air; at any given moment courses throughout the human body. It is in the heart, lungs, brain, organs, cells and especially its Deliverer; Blood. Blood is Liquid Life; Free Flowing Spiritually Binding and Bounds Humanities Bloodline. Inside of our blood can be found iron, zinc, sulfur, and other minerals from the Earth. Fire is found literally in the brain as Electrical Impulses; and figuratively, as the flames of, as well as the fuel for the passion of one’s burning desires. 

And the Earth; well my dear friends, this is where it gets Biblical;

“But a mist used to rise from the earth and water the whole surface of the ground. Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.” -Genesis2:7 the Holy Bible. 

Thus; the Elements are both religiously and spiritually believed and accepted as; “Being” “Instrumental” in the Creation of Mankind. The beauty for me in the Dogmatic Concept of God creating man in his own image and likeness is the name he gave us; yes both male and female; is Man; thus we are Mankind. 

I am sure God was pleased with his creation; but also realized there is more to improve upon, so much as to say, “WO; Hold Up Wait A Minute… I Need To Put A {“WO”-”MAN”} in it.” And as we all know in God’s Universal Language “WO” means “OF”. So {woman} is of [man]. God put Adam to sleep took a rib from him and made Eve. She then became known as Mother Earth. 

Man may procreate and leave his seed wherever he may roam; but a seed would not bear fruit without the soil of the earth. Women are the womb that is the soil of the earth. Both man and woman are equally important in the essence of life. My dear friends; and especially if a non religious, spiritual, and or atheist may be reading this; I am not ignorant of the Theory of Evolution,  which sates we evolved from the sea as a single celled life form, then became multi-celled, left the oceans, became amphibious,  then turned into primates,  and finally into man. 

That may be all good and well, as I respect everyone’s own Perception, Interpretation, and Acceptance of the Existence they see Themselves in; but did not all the monkeys, gorillas, apes, chimps as well as all the other species of primates forget to turn into us? 

Have you ever seen a retarded animal? I beg to differ. I am also not ignorant of the fact that no where in the Holy Bible does it refer to Prehistoric Times; but still to this day we are finding in the Earth dinosaur bones; and we know their flesh has transformed into the Fossil Fuel that we use today as a  Fire source for Energy.    

Chapter 4
We are a carbon based life form; the properties of soil, dirt, dust, and sand; can be found in any human’s hand. The Earth, this very planet; is a part of An Omnipotent Universal Being. We are all part of the Principled Principalities that connects any Life-force. 

My aforementioned theory is inspired by; as I do concur with Father Pierre Teilhard de Chardin’s own theory of the universe. Father de Chardin (May 1 1881-April 10 1955) is the great-grand nephew of the 18t-century French philosopher Voltaire. In Teilhard’s view, the never ending unfolding evolving Universe begins with Matter, some of which develops into a New Level of Life which Develops into Human Consciousness is both a Physical and Spiritual Event. In his book “The Heart of the Matter;”p. 25 he states, 

“I can now see quite clearly that fire had been kindled, I imagine, simply by the coincidence in me… of the three inflammable elements that had slowly piled up in the depths of my soul over a period of thirty years. These were the cult of Matter, the cult of Life, and the cult of Energy.” 

He is also famously known for his quote; “We are not human beings in search of a spiritual experience, but rather Spiritual Beings immersed in a Human Existence.” On a side note Father de Chardin is my personal hero and inspiration.  His researched and published theories has evolved into having others realize that the Earth; all of it; is a Living Breathing Conscious Life-force of Spiritual Matter.

Matter defined is anything that occupies space. In my “Theory of Elemental Spirituality” I believe that Matter; such as in the Elementally Spiritual Matter found in Air Water Fire and Earth all  have Consciousness, Emotions, Feelings and Energy. I also believe that Human Conscious Thought is both Matter and an Element from the Energy both can create.

End Part One.

Long poem by Vic Pister | Details |

When I Die

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life 
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes

I’ll store these scenes ‘til later when I can take the time to learn 
What the lessons have to teach me and help me to discern
How I treated other people, made them happy, made them sad
Examine all my actions, both the good and the bad

Three days later I’ll lose interest as my focus moves away
From the world that I just left behind, there is no need to stay
For a lifetime in the life of man to God is just a day
And my soul as God on the wheel of life must move along its way

I’ll take the download with me as I move into first heaven
It’s the first stage in the afterlife, in number there are seven
Here I’ll see and feel the good things that to others I have brought
And revel in the feelings of the kindness that I wrought

I will store these in my seed atom so in future lives I’ll know
They’re the things that I must multiply for my souls’ conscience to grow
For the conscience is the souls’ voice that guides you day by day
That still small voice that warns you in what you do and say

When that’s done my view will shift then to the things that I did bad
To the hurt I did to people that left them feeling sad
I will feel their pain intensely, ten times worse when in this field
For I’ll be purely spirit now with no flesh for a shield

These painful lessons will imprint upon my seed atom as well
In some religions we are told our soul’s in everlasting hell
In the stages of the afterlife, this is your punishment in heaven
This is the third and the most painful of the total seven

The Grim Reaper now has visited with his scythe so I will know
Through natures Law of Consequence I will reap what I did sow
He has shown me all my misdeeds and caused me many tears
And this purgatorial experience may last for twenty years

When my suffering soul recovers and the pain has died away
And I’ve incorporated the lessons to never act this way
In future lives I’ll be a better man from these lessons I have learned
One step closer to perfection that my growing soul has earned

Now I can sleep, Oh peaceful sleep, a state of heavenly rest
I’ll dream the dreams I love in life, of things I love the best
All desires that my soul has yearned, not a thing I can’t create
In the Great Silence of the spirit world to help me concentrate

The colors are much brighter, the scent of flowers more sublime
The senses are much sharper, there is no sense of time
I will see all other people as pure souls just like me
And I’ll know we’re all evolving to the bliss of eternity

I will hear the mystic music of the planets as they pass
Like a thousand singing angels, heavenly peace has come at last
Every planet sings its own song, we’ve grown deaf to this below
But in this super consciousness we’re in the eternal flow

I’ll be with my friends and family and others whom I love
The ones who left before me and currently live above
There they wait with arms wide open and rejoice when I arrive
In the fourth stage where I now live, it’s utter joy to be alive

I’ve incorporated my lessons, I now recall my goal
And my mind begins to focus on further growth of my soul
I must make further preparations and my vision starts to clear
I feel I must keep moving forward for all my works done here

I now have gone through five and six, there is just one more 
In years it’s been from birth to birth one hundred forty four
The time has come to move along and leave this place called heaven
Prepare for life in the physical world, I move to number seven

My soul has gathered the material, I now know what I must do
To make some more improvements in the places I need to
I must take another body, I must live another life
To grow and liquidate more karma though it means more pain and strife

I build an archetype of the body that in future I will form
When embodiment is offered, and I can be reborn
I will see the opportunities and be able to discern
The ideal embodiment for me when the right egg meets the sperm

I will hover near the fetus, influencing where I can
And I’ll have the power to make it be a woman or a man
I will help to build the body to suit the lessons I must learn
To overcome more issues so more advancement I can earn

When baby takes its first breath and my soul is taken in
With the imprint of my seed atoms that it has brought within
Now the babys’ atoms resonate to my seeds vibration rate
Making it the perfect body for my soul to habituate

The new body will be my new home, I will live a life anew
Gain experience, learn more lessons, through the things that I will do
I’ll apply the added knowledge that I learned in this past life
More evolved than in the last one, and cause me less pain and strife

This will happen just as often as required by the soul
As it pushes ever onward, pushing ever t’ward its goal
Of complete re-integration back from whence it came
To the universal soul of life no matter what its name

Nature is not personal, it does not seek revenge
If we mess it up we have the chance to do it all again
We arrived here by this process, nothing’s changed it’s still the same
But our souls have evolved immensely since we stepped into the game

We started out as fallen angels with no experience on this plane
We’ve grown to this by coming back again and again
Though we cannot remember for each conscious mind has died
The feelings in the soul remained in our subconscious mind

And so this is the story of the cycle of the soul
As it struggles through evolution on its way toward the goal
It’s this way for all unfailing, from natures law there’s no relief
All living things go through it, no matter their belief

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                               ~ROGER CHAD SATNARINE 2015~

Long poem by ravin Gupta | Details |

My Princess Of Imagination

                                        MY PRINCESS OF IMAGINATION

You are an empress of Heaven who descended on earth
A dear angel of God has taken birth

Your presence brings an awesome fragrance of joy
You are more beautiful than the Helen Of Troy

You resemble a symbol of peace, calmness, wonder and cheer
Like numerous scented flowers engulfed the entire atmosphere

Your presence enthralls the atmosphere with such an ardent passion
Flowers bloom, birds sing, oceans roar, Heaven rejoices in a supernatural fashion

Being a stranger but yet so familiar is an experience of mystery
I wanna be with your present, wanna be with the dreams of your future but never become your past history

I know nothing of you... but your life is a holy book written so well
Synonymous in nature to a religious novel

Every word of which would be so pious and divine
Their utterance will strengthen my soul and make it purely refined

And every word of which I wish you would share with me
And I would keep on listening with extreme curiosity

Hope this book of your life is so lengthy never ending and complicated
That while explaining me with clarity, your entire life is dedicated
Going through your inspiring life will make my mind so captivated
That in things of the world my attention will be never diverted

I would sync deep into your thoughts dreams and emotions
Explore your life like navigating through the depth of mighty oceans
The facts of your life will be as delightful as your nature
Synonymous in experience with a lifetime adventure 
                          to be remembered forever

I wish I was a memorable entity always alive in the vicinity of your thought
Some one who gifted u a special feeling which is beyond the scope of being bought
Spiritual connection with you is magical pleasure. My soul rejuvenates a lot

Your life is extraordinary, it is an eternal bliss
Similar to such a wonderful voyage, the bitter past I shall never reminisce 

Your soul resembles heaven's beauty filled with an angel's grace
I wish to find rest and comfort in such a sacred place

Worldly creatures are mesmerized by your supreme fragrance of serenity
The peace u provide, the calmness u bring resembles an heavenly entity
Synonymous to a medical replenishment of decaying souls to repair all their defects
Such that all disturbance, grief and sorrow are conquered and lose their effects

By the holiness of your spirit every evil existence shall perish
This divine revolution will leave behind only sweet remains to cherish
You bring forth the delight of eternity, a heavenly aura and shine
Which enlightens, encourages depressed souls, their lives renewed and new hopes defined

The everlasting impact of your presence inspires me to build an immortal attachment
And reside under your shadow which symbolizes an abode of holy settlement

I observe a pattern of silence in your behavior
I am unsure if this is part of your natural gesture
What is the reason for this sense of melancholy strain?
May be there is some trauma which brings you pain
Some moments of life you spend in mere solitude
What made u acquire such a lonely attitude?

I pray in your life there must not be any sorrow
Even if there is, I would willfully like to borrow
Any cloud of darkness over your life is beyond my tolerance
No power can besiege your holy throne of reverence

Alas and at last, there is something to say
I am striving with a pathetic feeling of dismay
Why I am so helpless that can not talk to you
Why are you a stranger? Am I some one so new?
Albeit a stranger, why I feel myself so close to you

Its my dream to talk to you for indefinite moments 
To disturb this peaceful conversation, i would'nt prefer ugly opponents

The passion of my imagination is beautiful far beyond the facts of reality
Where in I understand your holy life book in the sacred place with sanctity

I believe you live on earth but exist in the wonders of heaven
Alas your presence in my life may be something I am against hope hopen

Wish for an opportunity to express myself to you
Seems an awkward desire as u consider me so new

In the vision of my imagination, I will always find you near
Your divine presence eliminates any syndrome of fear
And I promise to cherish your presence in my memories till my days are over

I recognize your adorable nature rather than your beautiful look
I already defined you Synonymous to a precious holy book

Wish these feelings on your mind will have a profound impact
Finding acceptance in your life is still an unknown fact
Unknown is whether I bear that supreme fortune to experience your acceptance
Or Else you would consider me unimportant and indulge me in repentance

Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors
To honour my thoughts, please do me some small favours

Give me a true promise that you will forget me never
Request you to cherish these thoughts in your memory with pleasure
And edify yourself as heavenly princess as you are an eternal treasure

Thank You

Long poem by Peter Hall | Details | . You can read it on' st_url='' st_title='God's bag of sugar'>

God's bag of sugar

God's bag of sugar 
Burst all over the North
The sweet scent of the stars are pleasant to the eyes.

The limiltless strength of the belt of Orion
Three stars in one belt, 
That only God can bind
Bring wonder to the limited soul
Points to...

The clustered jewels of Pleades
Has strength in numbers
Like God's people are bound to each other
And to Him,
Only a powered God can bind such beauty.

The Major Bear cares for the Minor Bear
Father God growls to the enemies of His Cubs,
Sharing life at His own expense.

The Milky band 
The covering
Wraps its arms around the globe
Never ends
Each named part never fails, ever,
Seen by those who search

The North Star is unmoved
An absolute
Never changes
Everything else revolving around it
For all to see
For all who want to see.

Have you tasted God's bag of sugar ?.
It's very sweet.

“Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, Or loose the belt of Orion? Can you bring out Mazzaroth (Zodiac) in its season? Or can you guide the Great Bear with its cubs? Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you set their dominion over the earth? (North Star) (?Job? ?38?:?31-33? NKJV)

For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things He may have the preeminence. (?Colossians? ?1?:?16-18? NKJV)

He alone spreads out the heavens, And treads on the waves of the sea; He made the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south; He does great things past finding out, Yes, wonders without number. If He goes by me, I do not see Him; If He moves past, I do not perceive Him; If He takes away, who can hinder Him? Who can say to Him, ‘What are You doing?’ (?Job? ?9?:?8-12? NKJV)

He made the Pleiades and Orion; He turns the shadow of death into morning And makes the day dark as night; He calls for the waters of the sea And pours them out on the face of the earth; The LORD is His name. (?Amos? ?5?:?8? NKJV)

The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech, And night unto night reveals knowledge.

Milky Way...Their line has gone out through all the earth, And their words to the end of the world. In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun...Its rising is from one end of heaven, And its circuit to the other end; And there is nothing hidden from its heat. (?Psalms? ?19?:?1-2, 4, 6? NKJV)

O LORD, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your glory above the heavens!...When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him? (?Psalms? ?8?:?1, 3-4? NKJV)

There are also celestial bodies and terrestrial bodies; but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another. There is one glory of the sun, another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differs from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead. The body is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body. (?I Corinthians? ?15?:?40-44? NKJV)

“To whom then will you liken Me, Or to whom shall I be equal?” says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high, And see who has created these things, Who brings out their host by number; He calls them all by name, By the greatness of His might And the strength of His power; Not one is missing. Why do you say, O Jacob, And speak, O Israel: “My way is hidden from the LORD, And my just claim is passed over by my God”? Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the LORD, The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. (?Isaiah? ?40?:?25-29? NKJV)

because what may be known of God is manifest in them, for God has shown it to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. (?Romans? ?1?:?19-21? NKJV)

For we did not follow cunningly devised fables when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eyewitnesses of His majesty...And so we have the prophetic word confirmed, which you do well to heed as a light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts; (?II Peter? ?1?:?16, 19? NKJV)

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Hoot-Full Owls

Like the foolish owls
we made enemies with falcons,
now we are doomed forever
to live amongst the ruins.

Are we searching for integrity
of species and clan and race,
synergy of EarthTribe centrism
appreciating our diversity of natural resources,
depreciating our monopolistic anthro-racial-centric history
and monocultural excesses?

What to do, how to respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
within my own ego-centrism,
and within another's home,
or community,
or economy?

These questions of avoiding negative monopolizing trends
monoculturing economies,
monochromatic elitist races 
toward presumption and resumptions of mutual immunity
grow perennially in Spring's garden bed
of polycultural nutrient hopes,
permacultural design,
and polycultural installation practice.

Monopolistic economic assumptions,
like monocultural ecological identity,
are more fruitfully and forcefully revolutioned
as polycultural challenges
to religion resonant balance,
reconnect harmony and peace,
where we have become,
internally and/or externally,
monochromatically lost in ghetto silos of over-specialized deductive blackness,
stagnant genetic pools blind to what remains
of deductive-inductive integrity's analogical potential.

What did I think could not be coincidental
about rhythms of revolutionary dissonance
and epicentered patterns of evolutionary confluence?

Why do I fear
self-immunizing subsistence
resisting ecocentric co-entity surrender,
tending spacetime's brilliantly synaptic burning bush?
Humane/divine natural/spiritual pilot light
unveils transmillennial regeneration
Be-Longing Redeemers' Cooperative Commune
of economic EarthCommons natural systemic values,
positive psychological ecotherapeutic practice,
humor's common-sense
of double-knotting negatives
recommunion what could not not be,
polynomially double-bound universal fractals,
trigonometrically seasoning spacetimes of logical closure,
unfolding outstretching universal breath
of time and depth,
recreation through double negation.

Have we done
and not done
somethings to tick EarthTribe off
and out?
Untimely decomposing extinction and extraction
of Earth's ulcers and ores
oils and pores
gas and boils and bores,
fissioning our fused Elders
faster than Earth's slow-revolving reintegrative systems,
EarthTribal incarnate pilgrimage
toward globally inclusive cooperation.
I would pursue empty-handed love without death or misanthropic "Other" fear,
peace filling symmetric fore-giving justice
of interdependent, timelessly coincident, responsibility,
accounting EarthTribe's collective synergetic intelligence,
regeneratively balancing wisdom
reflected in Black Pearl's Key (0)-Soul Theorem
of Positive/Negative Balancing Community Teleology.

Where lies this devilishly ambidextrous tipping point
TrimTab threshold of tyrannical discovery,
reverse functioning mayhem and decadent dissonance,
moving mercenary competition
toward cooperative mobs of mutual mercy?
Slip-sliding competitive strain and pain,
both up and down,
coincidentally back and forth
uncovers (0)-Core balance toward equanimity,
omnipotent equi-valency,
confluence and harmony resolving,
diminishing violent systemic tyranny of sound and sight,
confined by exclusive racing cultural fear,
feelings of sad and angry power and monopolistic might
masticating sadistic nightmares trembling within siloed eternal night,
Even these spread spewing meaning's past and purposed future,
meeting mutually greeting NOW.

Who is winning our global competition
for more integrity
with less supremacy
within Self and Other and Earth's ecologic relay racing relationships?
Who is losing?

How do monopolistic habits and judgments
ego-iconic norms,
egocentric, rather than compellingly cooperative eco-centric,
rebirth polycultural Spring thaws
of thermodynamic (0)-sum balance,
Win-Win synergetic loving strategies
and co-passioned principles of eco-normic design?

Where do monopolistic SuperEco Yang and
coincidentally polyculturing yin id-entity
dance and tip their two-step
in perfectly harmonic octaved pitch?

Might this Omega Point 
breathe in and out
Here and Now
Yang convex-eco echoing
within eternally concaving
timelessly reverberating

Double-jointed owls,
graceful friendly challengers
fighting with falcons,
predicted to live together forever within co-passionate flight
through mutually fertile wisdom,
transcending dark's light freedom
nesting trees of regenerating life,
Beloved Regenetic Root Systems
of endosymbiotic evolutionary strings, tendrils
folding and unfolding cultural networking past and future
Here and Now
(0) Tao SuperEco Present
wise and joyful grace of Form Co-Creation.

Like the wise owls
we evolve co-challenges with falcons,
now we are regenerating forever
to fly above and through past ruin,
fly below and reverse-future's radiant rain,
square-rooted prime function
of +P spinning (-)(-) negativity,
fusing what was bi-fissioned
re-naturing global EarthTribe's breathless spirituality.

Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Life found in a Dream

Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
                                     This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?

Long Poems