Created with goodness of flesh and blood
Not powerful, but sturdy
A Holy Man I know who sits high in heaven
Watches all below
Makes seas be calm
Command in still
Blowing refreshing breezes
Eases when storm arises
Mighty voice direct but serene
Sustains life and Death
Strength beyond modern man
Spiritual works seen
Stands with the world when turmoil comes
Understands creation better than they understand themselves
He is about Faith at every length
Aligns the soul with fleshy outside
A Holy Man bigger than I
He known as Thy
Reign superior
Commands and Controls
An Oathbound lil child
Chasing dreams wild
Unflappable in stress
Still has to deal with mess
And that mess is me
Still yearns for you to fly not flee
Imperfections meet perfections
My heart knows, you take actions
Blindness takes me over
But can't see you hover
All your hurt to me and my fortune to you
You made my love come true
My beloved enchanted
Never took you for granted
Alas! My heart is fragile
And you're a little more agile
I took it as a curse
In quiet measures it got worse
I was stuck in that black hole
Darkened with every role
But why would I let my mishandling make you suffer?
Between you and your dreams, a buffer
Your life quietly aligns
Amid me and my whines
But but but, it all got unraveled
When I made my pieces together travelled
And then comes a wave of rapture
Dew kissed my heart capture
My heart aches for all the soreness I gave thee
But now these scars sets free.
All the misfortune and evil eyes flee
And again our soul sparks glee.
The Archer Robin Hood
The
archer
Robin Hood
from Nottingham
Shire aligns himself
perpendicularly
to the target whilst notching
the drawn arrow from the quiver,
and draws the longbow’s bowstring to the
anchor point, aims, and then lets loose the shaft.
That flies through the air, hitting the bull’s-eye
to the cheers and jeers of foresters
in the English countryside, where
they have challenged him to an
archery contest, but
folly beguiles them,
rendering him
the outlaw,
Robin
Hood.
***
Summers sun is setting,
The twilight a held breath,
Excitement for the season of change,
To see everything in a warm haze.
But I, as many,
Have persuaded myself -
Talked myself into thinking
Every year.
When the leaves change, and plants die
When wardrobes change, and winds sigh
We see change so close
We think that everyone's experience
Aligns.
What a joke -
My fall, warm glow.
My Autumn is welcome,
Another's, pure woe.
I have lived through trauma,
But so has the world,
My Autumn is shallow,
Another perspective, absurd.
So, as the season begins,
I finally sit and reflect.
I crave the knowledge
Of how the world lives this season.
Do they all see the beauty,
Or hold hate beyond reason.
We should all take a breath
As Summer finishes it's act,
And remember only the mirror
Has your experience, exact.
My mind wanders these days, in the familiar space between us, between yesterday and tomorrow. Here, in this now, when the day is unfolding beautifully, I feel more alive than I did yesterday, than I will tomorrow.
And throughout this dawn, when aliveness is the sun, while you lie peacefully dreaming, I reach toward you. From your breath that draws my hand upon your chest, where it rests and lingers on the quiet lifting.
For I will never know the moment it passes; it will go into the wheeling hands of memory. My fear: that you will forever be etherized in the tenderness of my heartbeat.
Here, in this now, when our breathing aligns under a new morning sky, I drum that heartbeat against your chest.
You arise, opening your eyes, and my fear passes. Where it goes remains unnamed. Further, in the distant reaches of your eyes, I see not the sun but the flowering of your soul. From the feet of crows to the crease around your nose, and the freckles in between.
Dawn-kissed and heavy-eyed, you slip like liquid through my ribs and still my heart, squeezing me close and retreating back into little death.
TODAY IS A SPECIAL COSMIC DAY
The 12th August -
THE UNIVERSE ALIGNS IN MANY WAYS.
Once in a lifetime the universe aligns
with the total eclipse and shooting stars in the night sky.
Seen by millions and leaving people in awe.
The heavens above and the cosmic are
aligned so you can manefist your dreams and desires and make them come true.
Let go of the old and bring in the new.
As you look at the night sky tonight
place your dreams to the universe and let them take flight.
Be it with friends, family, alone solidtary.
Let you feel the cosmic energy flow to you
and grace your heavenly body.
COSMIC ALIGNMENT IS IN PLAY TODAY.
THE NATION IS WITNESSING MAGICAL SIGHTS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD AND IT IS AMAZING FOR EVERY
MAN,BOY ,WOMAN AND GIRL.
If you can balance
yourself on a stool
and find the center
that holds you together—
not falling to one side
or the other—
you become the hinge
between earth and sky,
pinned to the ground
by gravity’s ancient pull,
yet lifted into the air
by the quiet axis
running through you.
The stool shapeshifts
into a cosmic pillar,
a narrow bridge
through a deep precipice
running between the visible world
and the one that lurks
beneath it.
Your spine aligns
with something more solid
than rock or sky—
a vertical thread
that ties you,
in a magical way,
to the spinning universe.
The chair becomes
what temples once were—
a balance doorway
to the hidden universe.
The center you found
is not yours anymore,
but the still point
where the cosmos
ties the human body
to its womb.
After the paint
has dried
all they're left with
are false pictures
Internal fixtures
externalized
masquerading
as truth
The truth is
their mask hides
the lies but exposes
what's true regardless
They're artist of
a different kind
Kind words for those
conning their way
with heartless acts
Me?
I rhyme with facts
not looking to sway
you or any other
I pour from a cup
that runneth over
& spill only what
I intend to tithe
When my cascade
aligns and falls
there's no running
for cover nor packs
in which to hide
What befalls you
is as liquid as the paint
used to tar & feather
I'm transparently lucid
whether you're far
or near sighted
I could never
feel slighted by
eyes in dire need
of glasses
I inspire you
to see without eyes
to counteract it
Those cataracts
insofar as I can see
has blinded them
with fake glee
Slowly but surely
they're starting to see
what it is & isn't
cracked up to be
SUMMER SOLSTICE IN CANCER-:-
aestas
aligns
angular
barnacleing
crustacean
of the WATER SIGN
karkinos
crab
metastasizing
planets
retrograding
by the MOON HEGEMONIZED
simultaneous
celestial
synastry
cardinal
shift
Things get simple later in life...
OK, not everything gets simple
But emotions distill to their essence
There's no time anymore for the noise
While fighting to filter things out from the background
And background is what you've worked on a lifetime so far
Like picking out from the multitude that one perfect star
The one that aligns with the orbit you've found
With your head in the space where your feet found the ground
And all of your wandering brought you right here
To the point on this sphere where the tears in your eyes
Don't dim the reflection of the path you've been on
Leading up to this point where things all boil down
Reducing your life to the importance of focus
I watch at the last minute
a solitary petal
cascading from the cracked bough--
through mosaic glass of my window
it trickles serenely and weaves
low along a grappled wind,
sailing over the chilly vale...
It aligns with a hundred other petals
all together waltzing in space,
and gazing at this unrehearsed dance
in glorious animation,
the miracle of serenity unfolds,
enthralling nature's live portrait
... as a tear of awe smudges my eyes.
I developed skills with the sky
The significance of beauty amazes me
Mesmerized by the suns rays beaming
The glow is on my face and I'm scheming
Tranquilized by the beauteous be
Of too the clouds above me in sight
They wander in the wind - I see shapes
Like inkblots, too I know the muse
In the heavenly skies I adore too the Greek
The music - the cleft hidden I peek
In the night air I see the beauty too of stars
Jupiter sometimes aligns too with Mars
I gaze a falling star is in my palm
I wish - I toss it like a bouquet
Then times pass by and dawn breaks again
Over and over again the brilliant rays
The melody tuned in my mind
Apollo God of poetry ,music and Art
I paint the pictures my mind sees
The skills? I cope it sometimes flatters me
It's a factor of hope , I meditated again
I love the skies ever dark of blue
Reflections at times in my head and when
I write - I'm tuned to rhythm too
So I've got the beat in my soul so true.
Speak a present spell
I am healthy; at peace
My situation aligns
The cosmos answers
I am in abundance
My cup overflows
Cuhioned by crises
The cosmos answers
I am a pure maestro
Poetry writ often
Spells with words
The cosmos answers
I am a critical thinker
Morphing lived reality
Into options untapped
The cosmos answers
I am a Coach to many
Searching for direction
In dental careers and life
The cosmos answers
This aligns with the six
Independent view of a placeholder
Crisper spin view in the works-
Your eyes are twin harbors where the oldest light resides,
Where tidal kindness softens all my sharp and rocky sides.
Your presence melts the permafrost that long encased my soul,
And in that thaw, a universe begins to shape its roll.
Our bodies weave a tapestry of breath and whispered sound,
Where every guarded inch of me is sacred, hallowed ground.
You are the undiscovered coast my compass yearned to find,
The quiet, steady gravity that re-aligns my mind.
My thoughts of you are phantom limbs that ache with phantom grace,
A constant, humming resonance no memory can erase.
You are the first, the final word, the sentence and the plea,
The only language that my heart was ever meant to be.
Then as our lips converge, a charge ignites my mortal frame,
And in that flash, I am unmade and whisper your new name.
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