Purvis you captured me doing taxes in my parking lot catering to my panty drawer looking for cigarettes I never smoked silence abodes over the treasury department lunch break wingtips flew in and carried my lipstick case back to the source Elliot ness I craved you beneath the score on Rush street the theater where John Dillinger blood ran fast through the fire hydrant waters above the cities streams where scores nestled down over mosticholli noodles I called you in the silence of my rapture unseen unfelt unmeasured an yet you counted every heart beat finally the match lit it all up
Postcard perfect- a picturesque town
Where the locals come to wind down
A hidden gem, a park of simplesse
An oasis, heavenly, it's beauty bequests
An art form to behold, a sculpture; nature's showpiece
Serene and tranquil in the heart of the city
A stream lined with a plethora of trees
Every color showcased upon their leaves
A vast variety, Each the opposite from the last
No comparison, within it's contrast
Harmoniously standing together
A strength against stormy weather
Surrounded by majestic abodes
So grand, each and all, becoming stories told
A backdrop- regal mountains- not seen before
Only Nature could compose such a musical score
HOME
Home be it where your heart is at peace
Rather than a fixed position on a map
Home is where your heart finds its joy
Rather than an ideation of a house
Rather than thoughts of brick on mortar
Rather than thoughts of a smug family
Home is where you are contented in spirit
Rather than the constant missing I do feel
Home I will make it where my body abodes
Home my heart yearns for, Am a Sojourner
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Take caution on the roads, as you make your right turn
For danger abodes, too late you may learn
As a biker decodes, your intentions to spurn
With the changing of modes, regrets you will yearn
Today we took a lovely walk
On quiet country roads,
Where the autumn trees surround
The rural one of our abodes.
A hundred miles later,
We strode briskly, I should note,
From our main home, an apartment,
To the place where we could vote.
Now, to cast an early ballot,
We were luckily assigned
To a great New York museum,
So, of course, we then combined
An important civic duty
With a visit worth a view
Of a very cool exhibit,
Which we always love to do.
Our two living quarters equal,
Since they’re small, an average house,
Yet this singular arrangement
Works for me and for my spouse.
When the two halves come together,
In the ways I love the best,
I feel happy and contented,
Which, by now, you might have guessed.
Pleiades, Pleiades How You Shine Down Amongst The Heathens Of Night
O' Yee Seven Sisters Of Light,
Ever So-Bright, So High In The Ethers Of Life
Scintillating, The Starry Abodes Of The Sacred Sky
Illumine Then Forever, Through The Darkest Of Nights
With Your Blue Mystical Dust, In Spite
Darkness walked quickly to me from its abodes,
Silence of the night then dealt me a heavy blow,
Except for the loud scary croaks of flirting toads,
And some short sharp chirps of birds on trees near the roads,
The loud silence would have been without any foes.
Foolishness isolated me there to my plight,
I thought the babbling of evenings lives in the night,
But as soon as the dark sky smiled, noise took its flight,
Then the tall trees of the forest brought me a fright,
The deafening silence around me wasn't right.
I cried for the echoes of my voice to be heard,
Silence allowed them a while before they slurred,
I was scared by the illusion of ghosts with beard,
Tracing back the way given by the sun was hard,
Childhood made the path back to my home very bad.
Then an echo of my name played drums in my ears,
The distant voice of my father pried through my rears,
I ran to the voice that was whispered by the seers,
The more I ran the more the voices removed fears,
Then an ocean of faces greeted me with cheers.
Children cherish a summer rain
it turns them into unchained frogs
hopping around the gushing drains
splashing about mud puddle bliss
catching those silver manna drops
with pinkish frog tongue flicks.
The chalk people, in meltdown mode
bark out from plastic abodes
warning of killer lightning flashes
thunderous bolts and lion slashes.
The chalk people strip the hoppers
of their short lived, muddy happiness.
Scolding them into a soapy warm broth
quieting them into smaller pieces of themselves.
There was a time..............
WHEN purity and innocence prevailed
WHEN the island was saturated with
prolific rows of coconut trees
grounded in fertile soil
WHEN the land was richly decorated
with bountiful trees that bore
tropical fruits
WHEN native people lived in humble
abodes and nurtured the virgin land
WHEN the sultry air was gorged with a
mesmerizing aroma
WHEN there was peace of mind
and spiritual awakening of the indigenous soul prevailed
Standing still in the center of a
vast ocean, it was untouchable
There was a time.............
when purity and innocence prevailed
Unto Zion I go to find my soul
Journeying through Heavenly Abodes,
where the Path is Electric like a Thunder Storm
and True Jerusalem Ascends Forth,
Ever-Upwards where the Sacred Resides
I AM The Sun So High,
past Six Gates Unto Paradise
to perceive with Gods eyes,
where Diadems are Prevalent and Luminous
and Divine Illuminance Scintillates it's Exuberance,
and Kings are Crowned by Wisdom
and Blessed are they by the Chrism,
and there I bear witness to the Higher Power
where Divine Dispensation Reigns, by Light Empowered
where a Trinity of Truth Gleams Supreme
and the Infinite Awe breathes in Sovereignty,
and the Hand Of God is touched by the Eternal Fire
There, I Free Solo Drift past the Bridge Of Quagmires,
and now..... I Walk Into The Valley Of Zion
His seamless flow comes from
the most high above
so there's no blocking God
& his words of love
They descend from clouds on backs
& wings of doves
falling kamikaze style from abodes above
This irritates a few so in there
lies the rub
but the show must go on as it
is made with love
It's like he's in the soaps on screens
lacking the pull of plugs
but still electrifies like eels fiiled a tub
He opens his wings of love for those
in need of hugs
after laying down the sword
in a flat on Persian rugs
The emotions poured from him
like waterfalls & floods
because he'd overcome the dams
blocking divine liquid love
Voices in the field,
They summon us from our abodes,
Is it hell’s road?
We take gentle and fearful
steps to see what summons.
The wind sighs and sings,
The wheats dance to its rhythm,
No one stands in the field
We wonder if the wind had made the call.
Suddenly like a flash of lightning,
The voices emerge,
We are startled but not rattled,
The spirits have come to
move through the field.
Our fields have been
troubled by a recalcitrant blight,
It has been a frantic fight,
The elders have summoned the spirits,
They have come to battle the malevolent forces,
Like knights on warrior horses.
April 17, 2024.
To obey a whispered command,
It pirouettes, through existence grand.
Weaving tapestries, prismatic and bright,
At the behest of the celestial light.
In its waltz, it paints unseen hues,
Illuminating secrets, ancient and true.
The conjurer stands at reality's crossroads,
Weaving constellations, in cosmic abodes.
Each gesture bends time, twists fate's design,
Auroras bow, veils swaying in line.
The moon, a silver coin in the palm,
Dances to the cosmic symphony's charm.
Summon dawn's blush or twilight's shroud,
The light, loyal companion, whispers aloud.
In her hands lies existence's alchemy bold,
Where miracles bloom, stars are behold.
Command, enchantress of photons bright,
Watch the universe bend, yield to your light.
With each decree, new wonders unfurl,
In the cosmic dance of this magnificent world.
Saturn's bubble gum rings
Pink and blue
Palladium, magnetism
Tractor beams moon
Stark reality edges out the sky
Dipped into the milky way
Heavenly cookie
Message nigh
Ping scalar radar bizarre
Rogue star rogue star !
Moon is set a-fire !
Descending like burning mountain
Drones fill the air
Wormwood incense fouls the Waters
They have come in ritual
To sacrifice Sons and Daughters
Niburu !
CERN has set up their Altar
While
Everything
Changes in the Cosmic Tide,
as Dimensions shift and Spirits no longer hide their abodes, unhinged
to Order's abide
In the frozen grip of winter's chaperone,
Cinderella gets walzted in like a dirty faced hussy.
As light and darkness stand side by side
in a battle for her supremacy.
Godmother has the ground vermin rousted up
from their hidden abodes.
Busy fashioning her apparels and pearly things.
But kissing in their modes.
Dreams that have lied dormant promise the moon,
meets with sunbeams fresh advances, with golden threads of dress-up in swoon.
New pickup lines and peer reviews
to peak at her pinnacle lines.
Fresh new light clings to the hem of misty morn,
sown at her delicate feat, like diadems.
Promised in consecrated dew-drops newly born.
The fowl caress the air in synchronized swim,
in salvos of savoir faire,
bannering rehearsal,
the reversal of Death's Nadir.
Much work to do in presenting.
Gonna have a good show.
Godmother tends to her proper dress.
Tries to tone down her exude of amoress.
Winter looks tacitly, concerned-
from the cold distance,
but is lit up by the way Spring looks back
in her gratitudes,
when she turns,
bows and curtseys at her complicit,
Majesty.
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