Resting in unknowingness, heart content,
our attention is drawn towards the spine,
conjoined with the heart, which accords consent,
to meld with throb of bliss currents divine.
Tranquility dissolves the taunts of time,
as we look neither ahead nor behind,
remaining transfixed on God’s bliss beat chime,
which releases us from the ego’s bind.
With nothing to attain, we wear no chain,
emitting by day and night, love and light,
flowing like the breeze, our heart free from stain,
koel’s song, epitome of delight.
The womb that holds life, itself does not move ~
All doings are done as God does approve
Riddle, read vermillion red.
Underworld, thy bed.
Yellow pages cracked, ash, dead.
Blue ribbon well bred.
Coffin, hold all creation.
Core collision, cold.
Setting in the sea, O sun?
Green forest, thy gold.
Cockatrice, turn all to stone!
Heart of mine, feel not!
Hope of mankind, fate has blown!
Death, a thought? Robot:
Androids are like wrappers.
They're used, and then they're gone.
Turtle, carapace? Snappers!
Vampire, dawn? Move on.
Yes, sir, but tomorrow. Cope?
Best pull not that rope!
O drug addict, bought: thy dope.
Still got money? Nope!
Stifled, O young children?
You bet, sir, and the cause?
Rooster, peace accords thy hen?
Oh, without a pause.
Tympani, crash. Fife, trill loud.
Geo-glyph, proud? Bowed?
Burial, succor is shroud?
Voice, above the crowd?
Hectare, hector, hierarchy.
Hegemon, thy fee.
Hone thy skill, O saint holy?
Faith will do for me...
Samsonette
Rock Of Gibraltar
Power and Strength
Might at great length
Following the legacy of her father Samson
Family name
Crushes rocks like small pebbles
Lifts heavy objects like they are a feather
Bends bars
Wonder Woman distinction
Samsonette with a body lean and curvy
No man should ever try to get fresh
Samsonette will prove her power
Any hour in endower
Samsonette strong in all accords
Muscles hard as steel
Samsonette knocked out a hefty Bull in one pounding blow
One punch with intensity
Samsonette is no ordinary woman
Abilities far greater than mortals
Towns people often mocked her saying she is nothing more than a myth
No woman on Earth could be that strong
The God’s say otherwise
Words having no limit
Samsonette being strong and Aesthetic.
Ex-KGB prime minister then president
twice.? Entered into Minsk accords..
Watched many countries from
The old Warsaw pact shorn.'
Did allow a con-vid response.' Yet no
coercion or shaming, no fear ensconced
Not as i could have expected, it to be.?
Then in early twenty, twenty two, put a
Military force into Ukrainian sectors
All pro-Russian i'd say; thats quite true.'
Banned transgender and same sex
coupling, he gets disparaged..He appears viewed
From outside, a determined leader.' Internally
I undamaged' What
Effects will be engendered, how long will
He linger.? Will he deter
another world war? Almost by default.? Whats waiting in
Store? I remember the old cold war.' Claim and
Counter.? I'd rather that, than continents
burst asunder.? I view the scenes and hope
Some sense.? Could things cool down.? I
Forget recompence..And for what.? I plead
No war..Neither big nor small. They are counter productive chores."
If we are to plot the path of ascent,
first things first, the kundalini rises,
divine magnetism accords bliss consent,
whereafter our ego death surprises.
Our eye single, we transcend time and space,
beholding our true Self as living light,
whence love enabled, held in God’s embrace,
we dwell in spasms of unending delight.
One with God, we then see He alone is
the all there is, pervading existence,
the very substratum, source of life’s fizz,
so there’s never from Him any distance.
The ignorant believe they’re body-mind,
whilst those who have seen, are with God entwined.
Every minute, every hour of each day,
my heart entreats you with longing.
I desire your heart trusts what I say
every minute, every hour of each day.
If God exists, I avidly pray
He accords my desire for belonging.
Every minute, every hour of each day
my heart entreats you with longing.
Every minute, every hour of each day,
I desire your heart trusts what I say.
If God exists, I avidly pray
He accords my desire for belonging.
My heart entreats you with longing
accompanied by true love’s prolonging.
Peace
To complete the new Paris Peace Accords I’ll need a
pinch of
refracting light.
"Non-intervention by others or by other means than natural causation, accords the many hither before you the pain of death, and the many hereafter the pleasure of eternal life, " ...by The Poet.
formation fleeting forgiving ~
swelt sunset surrendering
drooping dusk dying ...
crying crescent cessation
traumatic twilight terminates ...
named numerated nullified
remains respite respected ~
shallow space shadowing
masking midnight mummified
permanent passage paradise ...
pulsations at our crown deepen
fontanel is wherefrom in-pours grace
yet presence accords no preference to nodes
frolicking with joy in mode of release and embrace
all doings are done as ordained by the will of God
there then thus remains nothing we need to do
all that that is, is a bubbling effervescence
that within ignition continues to renew
#13: Close One, & Cigars
To the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers,
loose ends of the created stoic string
crisscross a heedless sea of empty tears.
In the facade of guilt, all seems trifling.
Metallica Horizons all are round,
languages changing from their Mother Tongues,
World Clock, reassemble to Zero down.
New tastes, new sounds ... The Song of Flower Drums
from Southerners, not quite, the cowboy type.
Bowls bleed of beets, ... have fun chow from Macao.
Americans, ... where? ... flagless world, all hype ...
Russians, Chinese, there ... steak, Mindanao.
Ex-lives work as one, building their Starships,
human chain meant Starman ... breathing room trips.
#12: Space Ghost-ed
Let's naught add to Space's new oddities,
we've space between our ears, with a spare room.
Silos hushed ... Grace spots our credulities,
our space mid-ear's blessed--a brain stained attune.
Post-Life; same space; new point--afeared darkness,
when question, "mark," life's course--you must enter
price if not taken; parts fatal, parts guess,
choose--right proves true, and--wrong haunts lamenter.
Existence; same brain space--darkness remains,
(dark alley, blind spot, or scary neighbor)
sensed points in life--in your space, your caused stains,
trifle (take) space. As written, (take) detour,
and highly fill the space between your ears,
to the accords of The Book of Life ... cheers.
Mountains, so stoic
Standing so tall and so grand,
Etched upon the world's memory
As the sole witnesses to the beautiful ballet
Danced by Time
Mountains, so bold
Yet bidding me to move them
To be where I want them to be;
Standing on a timeline
Whose flow accords to the harmony
Of my innocence
Each attempt, though,
Brings me back to the same square
Thereby reminding me
That I am naught but a tiny particle
Faced with their might
For,
Clocks run clockwise
Clocks cannot dance backwards
Clocks control our lifespans, our memories
And even the hurt that we have watered
So well in our secret gardens
That these have bloomed into exquisiteness
Mountains then, shall still be standing after
My presence shall morph into fumes
Mountains shall write of the new ballet shows
That they shall witness
Keeping silent and stoic
As if,
The world's drama is macrocosmic
Even if we all live it at a microcosmic level!
Dear heart,
Please take a break
I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before
It soothes at first, beguiling flings
Which shines, too
Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia
I know the comforts, the placidity it yields
And the euphoria!
Dear soul,
Stop the inner monologues
I know them, I have heard them before
With their potent, clean blade of satires
They chop pathos into cruelty, dubiety into actions
Listen to how it urges me into a chance, now or never!
Volition, I can hear the whispers. Volitions!
Dear mind,
Avoid these thoughts
I remember them, they’ve run here before
Scattered into ways of no pattern
Tearing asunder the accords binding the soul and mind
Here, they boast of the utility they bequeath me
Chary, here, I must be, and slow I must tread
Forasmuch I owe the better of me to them
But hey! Avoid these ones regardless.
Dear self,
Collect these fragments and mend them back
For you’ve lost yourself, broken and scattered
Blend symphony from these discords
And for once let you speak as you, dear self!
Beneath smile exotic, gleaming moon’s delight,
We embraced romance of a passionate night,
Whispering deep secrets of moments sublime
Unveiling sweet story of undying-love in prime,
Of promises eternal, pledging together forever,
Journeying through life’s endearing endeavor,
Vowing to traverse through oceans of ardour
Eying abode amorous, vying tomorrow’s shore.
Alas! love soon turned errant, choosing to detour,
Straying from accords youthful, but immature,
Rejecting once enamored elation of evermore,
Opting bliss in yonder beyond passions of yore.
In solitude we bid goodbyes to love gone awry
Lamenting wistfulness frequenting pensive sigh
Saddened by bleak story, woefully incomplete,
When dissonant forlorn vibes, accepted defeat.
Yet, we found pathways renewing our dreams,
Reinvigorating assonance of past broken themes
As fervid interests, on divergent paths aligned,
Rewriting ending of story, destiny had designed.
Hosting moments solitary, as I often think of you,
Rekindling in your embrace, love we once knew,
Reminded I am, how memories have feelings too,
Though melodies they strum, no longer ring true.
you gave a bajou
and the summer rain
toppled and confused
we left under our own accords
In the morning
we recanted,
sitting in misery
you said you never loved us
we tried to stroke our bruised egos
but the arcane wind was chaffing,
with the rest of your friends
we sweetly languished
unkissed by the dawn
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