Line of inquiry:
“Joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start”
—Unseeking Seeker
Before we turn the key of bliss,
before pedal accelerates,
dirty window, a reminisce,
where tepid smog and self abates.
Practicing fingers’ float with joy,
reaching outward to emphasize.
A see-you-note-raised-sigh enjoy;
poignant compassion with the eyes.
Vitamin see delirious -
bubbly lyrics; a champagne high.
To play the note of serious
with truth and love, and not a lie.
Eternity in mind; no jokes.
It’s not to satisfy your self
and pat your back, what’s done for folks.
Left hand sees not right hand; herself.
We join with God; how blessed are we.
He allows us, each, company.
When miracles happen, the glee
is shared, in bliss-accompany.
Wind in hair, godspeed key impact.
A melody of unity.
Looking upward, where nothing’s lacked.
Don’t miss the opportunity!
Please have a seat
It’s time to learn a commodity
Typing like a PRO
We will go through the method nice and slow
Let your fingers feel the flow
Keyboard leverage
Alpha, symbols and numbers one by one
You will hear the instruction, “UP THE LADDER”
From A up and across
The idea is to have your fingers positioned and accustomed to the keyboard
No rush for speed as the key is accuracy
Hit one letter at a time
Forming lines sentences after another
The more you practice is when perfection becomes esteem
As time accelerates, you will be typing like a moving flowing stream
May the typing input and output be with you.
When your misery index graph
increases, yet again, by half,
and, at its point of inflection,
accelerates in the wrong direction,
and while you hope it will go down,
asking if this car's driven by a clown,
it's then, I hope you'll soon get well
before everything goes all to hell.
She takes what isn't hers like a burglar.
Her spouse wed his lover.
She shut her eyes and once more she lost him to that *witch*.
She views him as all-powerful.
Finally! She wears his ring.
Now it’s time to hold her tongue and demonstrate to the world that she belongs to Master Shingh.
What goes around comes back around; karma is a *trickster*.
Now it’s casual intimacy with Tess the *slutty switch*.
He smiles; she chuckles.
He slows down; she accelerates.
He sneezes, she responds with “bless you.”
She embarked on her new life without hesitation.
To her, the man is all-powerful.
She reverses the ground he treads.
“Yes, master; no, master”—somehow, she manages to love, respect, and obey.
She takes things like a thief.
Standing on a rusted platform,
I look towards the looming, tarnished steel clock,
Ticking away my final moments of existence.
Oceanic eyes swell with liquid salinity
As a hollowing whistle booms in the close distance.
The scent of petrol mingles with midnight paranoia.
Placing a shaking hand upon my vibrating chest,
I can detect the trembling of a trepidatious heart,
Whilst the monstrous whistle is getting louder now—
Signaling the next, next stop: ruination.
Pulling up, two ghastly doors creak open,
Heralding me towards finality.
Stepping inside, all that surrounds is a blazing fog,
Like some surrealistic, dreamy haze
Engulfing my every gasping breath.
Choking on the ashes of all the sins
I have branded onto loved ones’ flesh,
I slam to the floor as the tempo of the train accelerates,
Jolting over a swinging bridge,
Taking my corrupted spirit
Over a modern-day River Styx.
The whooshing of threadbare curtains cuts through deadening silence,
while shadows on the wall toy with a hermit's sanity.
The graze of unseen, jagged fingernails scrapes against sweaty flesh,
injecting poison into subcutaneous tissue,
unwieldily setting the stage.
A heaviness of humid, stale air presses down on compressed lungs,
as maniacal laughter bounces off cracked ceilings.
Buzzing flies circle, swooping down
just to taunt—then vaporize into nothingness.
Muttering voices cling to the inside of a failing cranium,
overtaking a discarded soul, slowly stripping away morality.
Irises blacken, then return to sapphire, before blackening again.
Sitting, rocking back and forth with arms wrapped around legs,
speaking in tongues—
the transformation has begun.
A shattered will; possession seems inevitable.
Fighting feels increasingly hollow.
The smothering venom accelerates.
Chattering crescendos
until your body becomes complete chaos,
and what's left of your soul is trapped within a cage,
locked deep inside the pits of demonic despair.
Far away across the ocean
a wave
perhaps unique
moved across the swell.
The wind of progress stirred a surge
propelled momentum
unrolling our human story.
As the finite ocean is bounded by a shore
closing the shallows
our wave accelerates
rises to a crest.
Showing beauty in power.
it curls.
It crashes.
Its energy is spent
upon the beach and rocks.
Our life
our growth
will be sucked back
under the following
wave
all our progress lost.
Such is the cycle of evolution
and renewal.
For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls,
the rate of solitude increases fast,
like the second derivative; to last,
velocity accelerates near black holes,
which tug light into singularity's sinkhole.
If isolation never speeds up past,
if desolation, forever steadfast,
must for eternity blast, then controls
despair all? Not so! Space-time's curvature
let's us all firmly stand on Earth's hard ground
of hope: shielded by her vaulted feature
of pure blue sky, and atmosphere all-round
this sun-bathed orb (free from mankind's nature,
this life's dismay, and gamma-ray background)!
Teen Earth Angel:Collaboration:Panagiota Romios and Beryl Edmonds
Teen Earth Angel
The warm, bubbling, thrills of my cherished first date
So innocent, so sparkling soft, is the kind hand of fate
Up at dawn to caress, my new shoes of patent leather
My feet felt no floor, for I was a teen angel with feathers.
My feathers took flight that first precious date night
It truly turned out to be love at first sight.
Still, after years of angelic married bliss
I recall magic moments of our first kiss.
In the very bottom drawer of my golden vanity
An etched crystal box, sparkles as the sea.
Petals of a rose corsage, worn on a once teen wrist.
Scents, that make my cheeks, a gloriouus
amethyst.
Love for you is pure as the day it was born
Though my feathers have become tattered and worn.
At sound of your voice my heart accelerates
It takes me back to that fantastic first date.
***
Written - 28th February 2024
The warm, bubbling, thrills of my cherished first date
So innocent, so sparkling soft, is the kind hand of fate
Up at dawn to caress, my new shoes of patent leather
My feet felt no floor, for I was a teen angel with feathers.
My feathers took flight that first precious date night
It truly turned out to be love at first sight
Still, after years of angelic married bliss
I recall magic moments of our first kiss.
In the very bottom drawer of my golden vanity
An etched crystal box, sparkles as the sea
Petals of a rose corsage, worn on a once teen wrist
Scents, that make my cheeks, a gloriouus
amethyst.
Love for you is pure as the day it was born
Though my feathers have become tattered and worn.
At sound of your voice my heart accelerates
It takes me back to that fantastic first date.
Moments in feathers fly
Every step accelerates, ground shakes
Minutes of privy reply
On depth of iced sunny flakes
Retreat uplifts, freely brakes
Yakitori and ale served without blunder
Lane of cognizance never break asunder
All that dwell, thousand smiles in pail
Never drown in well nor surrender
Echoes of schmaltz sail
We are ready to invite you in
Open to welcome in the crowd
Our team building community
Faces new, so many of them
Interest spikes and accelerates
Music cuts through the air
A smile soothes like old friends
Joining with a branded industry
Pushing forward no limits bound
It's going to be fine you know
Everyone is part of the family
Our business more than enough
Simple ethereal drop
accelerates hidden feelings
makes poetry sprout
Written on March 09 2015 4:32 AM
Wind is blowing
Moon is shinning
Birds are whining
Oh, the night is in motion
There's the girl,
And there's the man she loved.
The man smiled
And she freeze
Her heart accelerates
And its velocity is changing
Well maybe its the gravity
Because the girls falling
She can't contain what she feel
Is there a formula in motion?
She can't regulate the force
Is there a formula in free fall?
There's the girl
And there's the man she loved.
The man speaks
And In the sound waves of his voice
She fell in love
It was a kind of force
It will need a measuring
A weighing and an instrument
Yes, the girl is in some kind of law
The law of gravitational pull?
The law of equilibrium?
The law of acceleration?
No the girl said
"I guess its the law of love and harmony."
Vibrations escalates
Moodiness into ecstasy,
Vibes accelerates
Goodness for me.
Vibration emulates
Pleasure into release.
Vibe elates
Treasure of increase.
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