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
Echoing all around
Beauty of Winter stream
Frozen droplets seen
Birds from the forest
Greeted our tourists
My Creator, my heart
You are Master of fine art
Our harmony accords
Glory to you my Lord
Purity of life
It is you, Jesus Christ
With love we replenish
Your heart we have kept as precious
Honor to our faith
Heavenly Father preciously gave
Glory to delight
Many are in sight
Embraced by God's love
Heavenly blessed from above
We are beloved
Deliver them our love
Vibrant aloneness
Embracing tranquil peace
In a time stretched continuum
Vibrant silence gets a new name
As nodes within throb with joy
Enlivened by bliss currents
Presence accords no preference
To the manner of unfoldment
Being but a receptor
Of divine grace that in-pours
Assimilated by our receptive heart
16-January-2023
When you enter a certain age
your opinions don't count
In the West age does not carry consideration
for the aegis of youth prevails
with your Tik Tok and Instagram
instant accords of the febrile mind
DARKNESS AND LIGHT
My friend, you seek to wound
With a knife, sharpened from
Bile-imbued speech,
Twisting through to the heart's fragility.
A life bleeds crimson into weeping
Earth and you, smirking
Wantonly out from
Behind an artificial facade,
Barely able to conceal the suppressed pain
Inside your blighted frame.
You mock the inconvenient
Before blinkered eyes -
That which accords not with the acceptable,
In adherence to rules, laid down
From an unmoved tradition.
You need the skeletal framework
Of structure and routine
To bolster an inadequate existence;
Familiar only with restrictive darkness,
You hate difference or variation,
The obscure smothering attempts
To discover the glaringly obvious.
Yet still you wound me at the fork in the road,
As though it's your life's work to do so,
I now speak the truth in my defence,
Succeeding to deflect your arrows
With the impenetrable shield of love.
Dance here, the crops long
Sings breeze, the melodious songs
The stream accords pleasing beats
And vibrant wild flowers just repeat
Lofty mountains sit and gaze this scene
Now this is what I call serene
You can watch the serene scene here...
https://youtu.be/9NnMGBBcqXI
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