Now we're in diffrent postcodes
Lets put our diffrences to bed
Seems we're in diffrent modes
Always have each other missread
Niether of us have fixed abodes
Though not listening to whats said
Whenever the situation explodes
Once again you have now fled
It is another of them episodes
Seems the lights are now on red
Are we at those damm cross roads
With no real clear path ahead
Taken from original version 2014
Choped down a little written 2021
E = MC9² FLIGHT CODE
Energy = Mass x Light to the 9th power ²
E = MC9² this the Great Man Knows
Unto The Sun, The Source Code
I the Great King of the Solar Current, Ruler of the Abodes
the one who Governs C9, Vanquishing C2 to the Throne
Nine Light Realms I Traverse
Solar Rexus, the Sovereign of the Metaverse
Oscillating in Bandwidths , Blue and Violet Throned
the Stellar Djed, traversing beyond 3D Light Code
Burn Bright, the Throne Room of the Eternal Mind
Freed We Are when we are, Ever Of Light
E = MC9² Escape Velocity, I'm on the Run
Full Ascent, C2 to C9, I Become The Sun
Pewter goblets
Tin and copper
The last remnants
Of ancient taverns
And olden abodes
Of bygone memories
From bloodthirsty pirates
And poisonous wine
CONCEPTUAL ROOTS
cultivated
attractions
of
blissful
abodes
discovered
pediments
stylobates
&typana
illusions
immense
contrasted
concorde
on
enshrined
podiums
of
a varied
eclectic
facade
Witnesses abound, like hidden treasures under
The earth —and like common vices upon the
Face of the earth, contorted with the hammer-stare
Of frozen shafts of light descending fast on a
Warmless street.
Good and bad are linked with the chain-graft
Of our wobbling times —a stinking, old robe
Turned inside-out.
The smell of stale beer creases the raised brows.
Witnesses grieve ceaselessly.
And from their hidden abodes —
Mere rubbles among fallen clumps of oiled hair —
And with eyes glazed and searching,
They see noses run alongside weeping eyes.
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
#MusingsOfLuis_Code254
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 bath
quieting them into smaller pieces of themselves.
God bless the muddy hoppers.
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
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