Teresa of Ávila
Dreamt the passion of God.
A physical fire
Burned an image of his power.
An image I envisioned was one so dull
Full of pain
A nightmare stabbing my mind's eye.
A frail image of my mother
Some quivering voice I remember
In my dimension of inception
That my mother was at her end.
A disruptive anxiety burdens a peace
But that day, it was at bay.
Paralysed by a hidden sight that I couldn't bear
Petrified by a dream, one that was so rare.
This despicable numbness I endure
Sympathises the fools of fiction.
As reality shapes its needle
To fill with its anaesthesia of truth
And inject into those who walk in wonder.
Today, I trudged through that trail
Of some twenty-fourth year
My Lucky Strike ablaze
And my hands on the balcony window.
Experiencing no sore throat
That I remembered from youth,
Only a deep sensation of numbed limbs
Suffering this cold spring night.
Even the cigarette wasn't fazed
Of the wind’s devouring passion
Blowing its burning ashes.
A night walk under the starlit sky,
Embracing its passersby.
Focused with a goal in his mind,
All obstructions had been left behind.
A breccia with different plans,
Brought him down from his stance.
Intertwined him in her path,
Unraveling an emotional wrath.
An explosive cosmic occurrence
Threw him under her inadvertence.
Impaired by temporary amnesia,
Drugged by the love anaesthesia.
In an unexpected leap of fate,
Before her eyes now he laid.
Eclipsed by her frequency,
He quickly tuned into synchronicity.
Serendipity was to blame,
He was just a player in the game.
When you learn to see with closed eyes,
A whole new dimension will arise.
-Inactive Volcano
Screaming til my face collapsed, broken arrow’s here called
Dear God she’s so beautiful, a cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics yeah they’ll differ, no doubt say, it was inhumane
I don’t give a fig leaf, as the daisy cutter obliterates my pain
By
David Kavanagh
Anaesthesia for the soul
A feeling that has a spiritual flow,
Somehow it feels arcane and old
But the reminds you of years gone by of gold,
We are light beams,
We are star seeds,
We are sunbeams,
Shining light and energy,
We share the love
And bring about beauty and harmony,
Through the act of coalescing unity,
This is anaesthesia for the soul.
"MYST"
Under Anaesthesia
the dream bleeds fast,
it lasts forever, it’s over too quick
Some kind of fantasy, you meet those you missed
Terra Firma no longer exists
Floating with other beings
Legends are embraced
lovingly long time kissed
In the Bardo, the "Between" place
I'll wait for you
with those missed
I will wait for you
in the
Myst
(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)
SONNET FOR ALL CREATURES
Oh! No! No all things are not bright and beautiful
There is a darker aspect to creation
Must it be ever so in this holy alchemist’s crucible?
At least for the span of current iteration
The cockroach, spider and serpent have their dominion
While lion and jackal dine on deer and zebra
Our lives don’t all play out in a fair Elysium
But a diverse world to be faced without anaesthesia
Do you therefore crave perfect heaven as your apogee
With neither conflict, nor any challenge dared
Where dragons’ breath is tepid and tigers eat broccoli
And time would pass in unending blandness shared
Perhaps the Ancient Mariner gave resolution in his confessing
Liberation came when he granted each creature his blessing
Prayer For Bad Noose
(The Goitre Psalm)
The Lord is my Shepherd
I shall not want a Swollen Neck
He Leads me to the BEST Physician
He Restores my Throat
He Leads me through the dangers of Surgery
for His Name’s Sake
Yeah, thou I work through the Shallowest of Breath,
I fear it’s just “Goitre Go!!”…Thyroid -
and Thy Staff comfort me.
Thou Prepared an Operating Table for me……
You anointed my body with Anaesthesia …my Calm Runs over.
Surely with Your Goodness and Mercy shall I swallow…
….all the Days of my Life.
(The Fg 81.5.8)
Inside the nest of love
Two chambers tucked together
Side by side allowed to live
Two opposite creatures
In one, a bird of delight
And a bug on the other
On its golden wings
The bird takes a soaring flight
After meeting the fancy stars
Brings some azure delight
For lovers on her diamond beak
On the other hand
Nowhere goes the bug
Sits tight at the corner of its camber
And waits covertly to suck blood
But lovers never know
Whether they are bitten by the bug
As they remain under its strong anaesthesia
Till enough blood is left in their heart.
In some rare cases
The nest morphed into a bud
Instead of blood
With the rays of purity
A few drops of dew is needed
To make it bloom
Into a flower
And it's anybody’s guess
How great is the grace
Of love!
It was a freak accident of epithelium
under anaesthesia.
You place a window
on to a hollow brain.
The money makes the monkey out of you.
A green light
blocks the fish, your memory,
to swim in black thoughts.
The yellow rose burns
in your hand. It was beginning of
a domestic race. The nightmares will
take care of the sleep.
Satish Verma
Watching the wilting dividers,
wanted to declock the time
in timeless death:
though life must move on.
After amputation, body waits to be lifted,
negating the bed.
Now it was time, which would you like,
nouns that hurt ?
Or verbs that heal ?
After stepping down
from my self
said the star, I have become
a black moon. Three bombs went off
within three minutes. Was it a Mendelson’s
syndrome after general anaesthesia ?
The chemical god wanted to distemper
a flock of sheep. God
save the earth.
Satish Verma