Digital altar,
Chanting code in the void,
Seeking sacred light!
Speaking from experience
as not one to falter
at the altar
its no illusion
why I came to this
wedded bliss conclusion
the institution of marriage
is one I won't disparage
for better or worse
wedlock is the bedrock
of civilisation
and of course
the only
reason for divorce
H e a r t
reflective altar
P e a c e
supreme r e I g n s
Temple of God
quiet sit
rest
less
ness
f
l
e
e
s
silent S O L i T u d E
new vibration
speaks
V O I C E
of
VOID
I see your face,
a keen imprint in the fog of my longing.
The world dissolved into dissonance,
hard edges sharpened by the heat of you.
I reach for you,
not with hands,
but with the kind of inferno
that licks at the walls of the soul.
Love me—just enough
to stop the senselessness—
to make real of the rush
I drown in every time you
look my way.
Shelter me like the flame I’ve become,
smoldering, slipping—
searching for absolution
in the quiet violence of your arms.
Give me something.
Not the world.
Not the stars.
Only proof that I am more
than a dream at the altar
of your love.
Stones, boulders of hate
Our armor dented but strong
Builds altars of love
They were sweethearts from childhood
Someday wed was understood
Clashing goals drove them apart
Now, there’s no path to their hearts
Lovely in her wedding dress
At the altar, vows professed
Bound ever to another
What might have been was over
Halfway the path to a heart
Another must share that mark
Where true love’s most skillful art
Molds “Until death do us part”
At halfway mark two begin
Both lovingly bound by trust
Life’s reliable linchpin
Forever holds safely thus
In your secret garden, let your heart be the altar,
Where you summon the shadow that will become the effigy of future days,
Weave shadows with the light that today envelops you,
Thus, an ancient book is written where fate shall teach you to uncover mysteries.
An explosion of inner growth will be your voice,
You will feel it unfolding like galaxies at dawn,
And in the ecstasy that will come, you will sip from the cup of full joy,
Rising high, borne by hands of dreams and angelic hopes.
Listen to your heart when it speaks in arcane language,
And your soul shall become a pilgrim on its way to the sacred pedestal,
Awaiting you will be the open gate of divinity,
The answer will come in a torrent, a river of wisdom and enchantment.
Love will initiate the grand dance of the heart,
To twirl gently in steps of grace and light,
To rhythms set to notes of the eternal sound,
Wisdom is in your heart, which, by learning to love, completes the universe.
I hold your hand, my guiding light
To our home, a warm November hearth
My treasure, my altar to life
Sweetest coffee, my pure delight
Blanket of bliss, your jubilant mirth
I hold your hand, my guiding light
In crisp ashen skies flies a kite
When sunshine tires you make up its worth
My treasure, my altar to life
Hair tranquil midnight, skin Valette white
Angelic kiss, your hips sway with your pert
I hold your hand, my guiding light
You surpass art, O perfect sight
I was made for you since birth
My treasure, my altar to life
Starshine my goddess of achrondite
I covet time with you on this Earth
You are my all, and all is right
My treasure, my altar to life
Here is where my soul finds shelter,
As I lovingly arrange what is my altar,
A shelf which shall remain as a kind gesture,
If only we could read stars and cards forever.
Most of my flying now
is restricted to planes,
feet less able to
“trip the life fantastic” --
age having slowed fast living
to delayed starts and early
finishes –
joining the genuflecting
lines, many of us
striving for sainthood
in latter years, fingering
rosaries – chanting on knees
converts
at Altar of years….
The birthmark of Satan
a spherical star
Old curse in the distance
new devils at war
His prophecy stolen
the markings of Cain
Madonna the virgin
rebirth unattained
Melody of darkness
blasphemies hymn
The garden left burning
original sin
Tomorrow in mourning
this moment on fire
The lamb off the altar
—redemption expired
(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)
At the altar, the defaulter
Recognises his slip
Firm not like rock of Gibraltar
He sees his soul stance dip
In time he'll realise
It's best to vaporise
Ascent’s when ego dies
Let's not falter
At the altar
04-December-2022
Quietus
If love was just a picture,
Then the frame would be the heart.
Those who waited in faith and patience,
Remained recluse in love.
Love is the little hope that one's wants,
But deserts in times of needs...
Abandoned by true love is the misery of reality,
As only those who went through knows the opium of true love.
Hearts torn asunder
the altar of love weeps
into mankind's service
Venom slinking, seeps
O, calm, reign supreme
peace, into the home stream
voices raised, rising, all is lost
Rancor's chorus exacts its cost
We’ve been, seen but not become
soul’s light that bids us welcome,
since as yet we stand not still,
not quite aligned with God’s will.
Subtle flickers of disdain,
stifled dreams that cause us pain,
from time to time, raise their head,
signalling that we’re ill bred.
What avail the Holy Grail
if feral instincts prevail,
clouding sight, veiling God’s light,
making us cower in fright?
Although we do hear love call,
we’re headed for a long haul,
slowly erasing fissures
to reclaim heaven’s treasures.
15-August-2022
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