PERFECT PERSONIFICATION-:-
eagerly
pursued
commitments
conferring
emotion
in an OPEN INVITATION
lyrical
tones
prompt
accessible
auras
of a SENSE OF IDENTITY
particularly
inviting
favourable
bespoke
blessing
Joy, empathy, compassion
On an upward arc
An effervescence eternal
Causes bliss ignition to start.
Octaves of Love 5-15-26
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Octaves of Love
Between the lines and staves
Touching the finger of eternity’s sacrifice
Pure sounds blend
As the breath of bubbling joy
Vibrates
With clear notes
In unison.
Clad with compassion
And trembling in frequencies of empathy
A new identity surges
In untarnished affinity
Into auras of flames and winter moons
And shared sunsets
Not trapped but breathing
In this fluttering portal.
Ascending scales sound
Stretch from one rhapsody to the next
Reaching into
A hollow between hallowed resonance
And the space where breath births
Rising in chromatic intervals
Toward consummation
In grace notes and evolving hues
Of perfect fifths.
Molten moonbeams
And swirling wind stars
Refine the motifs of the ageless composer
That coax the vagabond
Into harmonious vibrations
From a seed of irritation
Into a pearl
Of sheer transcendent transformation
Andante released
Into eternity’s resolution, delicate syncopation.
FASCINATIONS
monumental
variations
to
extoll
great
passions
&explore
provoking
interesting
parallels
to
share
imply
&
suggest
detailed
contextual
displays
of
intriguing
coincidences
in
complex
explicit
auras
concluding
the
distinctive
designs
If they had crossed channels and straits,
Unshod and broken,
Or had penetrated borders at night,
Using the glowing lamps of their pupils only,
Or had come stealthily
Like drunken thieves upon a cooperage,
Breathing heavily
With the heaving chests of grifters,
Do not treat them as spies.
They are Exiles.
So miserable are their auras that
They smell of scandal —
Scandal surrounding prodigals who broke
Every rule that needed to be broken,
Thus breaking free from the gouts of the
Infested and hard-stomping feet of
Their broken land.
Moon fading with judgment,
Golden auras gather round.
Flowers spring from the ground,
Leaving lovely lilies to arise,
Beneath thy endless twilight skies.
The sun-kissed foxes whimper,
And the star-dazed fae whisper.
Autumn leaves cascade creeks,
Gentle in their copper disguise,
Beneath thy endless twilight skies.
Seas of blue could not compare
To the vastness in which we stare.
Yet from this fragile world we rise,
To send our song beyond the skies,
As our world's voice endlessly flies.
When you told me you love green and blue,
I happily said they're also my favourites too.
But in case you weren't believing me entirely,
I explained colourful scene in my mind I see.
I also told you another favourite of mine,
Purple, like cartoony mountains so fine,
As well as blue for skies, green for meadows.
I realized something special about us shows.
Those three colours, are the higher chakras:
Our open hearts, open minds, psychic auras.
We love these colors, we're unlike any other,
We are same, always meant to be together.
You are my beloved decreed by the stars,
You and I meant to heal each other's scars.
Someday we may see my colourful scene
And you will fully see just what I mean.
There was a young, lovely, born saintly man,
Learnt to gently embrace his inner demons,
To the point he lived without needing a plan:
Modest yet proud, despite bearing any sins.
One day though, he met a beautiful demon.
She was good at concealing her true form,
But with his power he could see deep within:
Shrouds of a curse, within her a dark storm.
Though unsure, he slowly approached her,
He asked why she should be so conflicted,
She said she's cursed to be without a lover.
He began pondering why he was attracted.
He decided to take her to his priestly father.
His father sees their auras are connected.
He explained he feels a compassion for her.
His father says their love must be protected.
He said though she cannot become human,
Their attraction is certainly something fated:
With a secret spell her curse can be broken,
By the love from a Brahmin who ascended.
Her curse was broken as soon as they wed,
The Brahmin young man saw the difference,
Mind cleared and an aura around her head.
His love for her is what purified her essence.
A single tiny seed bravely emerges
its root so delicate, yet so strong
bearing a single red rose
The fragrance tickles my senses
the pure fulcrum of the rose escapes
and I drift through a million magical auras
I gasp in delight at beauty rising
from roots in dirt, thorns sharp but the flower so fragile
That pure fulcrum fragrance lives, as well
within our souls — spreading joy and energy
From little Burke street; to Narramine. in Coonamble and
Kempsey I've spent some time, worked on Longreach
Station Barcaldine way, I know Rhee Chong Hyup... He was
My trainer.' The early days.' I've followed the Murray and the
Bidgiee too.' Now I'm too be found in London..Yet the dreaming holds true.' I still see apricot auras entwined with lava
Red' such smouldering sunsets, are still, in my mind' i took
My driving test just standing on a path.' That was in Young wow' some time has passed.? And now I see the devil is real.' I
Have met the Lord.' And the present is?? Well almost unreal.' Digital transactions with a hand held device photos
Taken.. And Crikey the vice.' The line between dimensions
Is i find now blurred.' And my country is bleeding under taskmasters so absurd.' I seek no fortune..I ask not for
Fame.' Yet the hour has drawn me and as for blame.' I am
As guilty as any.' And the mental fight now is so hard.'
Yet i am on my feet fellow Aussies.' Though most unworthy! if you will accept me? I am forever
Your bard.!
ABSTRACT
bewitched
astonishment
beyond
belief
unassailable
impenetrable
intense
visionary
elaborate
iconography
explicated
icily
smooth
SETTINGS
spiralling
in situ
eliciting
sensation
dazzling
overarching
narrative
of
aesthetic
ornamentation
suspended
in
reflective
auras
of
tender
gaze
FEELINGS
emotional
intensity
emphasised
attributes
in
passionate
response
of
explicit
immediacy
enduring
sans
explanation
Feeling not thinking, soul with love linking
We attained God consciousness unblinking
Feeling, tattooed with hues so deep
The sin of bonding is not ours to keep
Feeling, guided by mystical auras
Can only create a more mesmerizing show of auroras
Set to blend in our ethos
As we shall feel in us, the expanse of the cosmos
God consciousness lies in being worthy of abidance
Feelings, started on Earth, do lead the dance
Though temporal, they shall turn eternal
And shall make of existence a flame, vibing with rhythms, acoustical
Feeling and not thinking
Thinking reaches a blurry ending
Feeling, on the other hand, creates poets amidst sleepiness
All set to turn silence into breathing forests!
Say, dig what I say
Talkin’ bout a new jazz vibe/
Man, move over/
the Jazz Cookers are hittin’ their stride in the groove to stay alive/
Eddie Henderson/
Cecil McBee/
George Cables,Billy Hart
and Billy Harper/
swingin’ harder jazz be flying/
downbeat, upbeat, man, count It off/
their soul auras are in the jazz notes they play/
David Weiss and Donald Harrison are fryin’ their amps/
burnin’ the house down/
with the jazz club scene in decline/
and record labels cuttin’ back on jazz/
the jazz Cookers have to stay alive and relevant in a jazz-changing world/
so dig, be cool struttin’ as Sonny Clark would say/
you might not always get a payday but you love to play/
the Cookers boss horns are on fire/
hip tones blowin' from the stage/bro, this is the jazz life you chose and after a gig, you might be all alone/
so be in the moment and improvise on your jazz note phrasing/
you’ll find the rhythm and meaning knowing you can play the same note gig after gig night after night/
but different every time/
are you hip to the Cookers?/
they will have you finger poppin’ and blowin' your mind/
wahoo that’s a whole lotta jazz
Equal to seductive tawny flame
genuine mysterious fragrance
child creates auras of love
Our fun-filled childhood years were free from fears
Vibrance of innocence was then at its peak
We learnt as we played day after day
Dancing with life cheek to cheek
Our ego was then not in focus
Soul presence was aglow in the heart
Each morn at dawn we communed with God
Breath by breath feeling within bliss ignition start
In those days we assumed all saw God as we did
Therefore for us it was not a bragging right
We journeyed to heaven as we pleased
And saw human auras shining bright
Heaven on earth we lived as we liked
Living from heart there was no pretence
Our heart was pure and we forgave easily
We lived breath by breath in the present tense
Both graveyards and temples for us were same
We judged no one by the clothes they wore
We were resplendent in the light of bliss
Grace so in-pouring from every pore
Sadly as we grew up the current ebbed
Consciousness shifted from heart to head
Innocence died and so light of soul dimmed
The price paid for not being by bliss beats led
mysterious
auras of intrigue
of
profound spatial
coherence
with
intriguing
themes
in
contemplative
atmospheres
of the light
perplexing enigmas
of
allegoric
symbols
&
hidden meanings
interwoven
in
undisclosed truths
hint
at
an ability
to infuse
with fascination
of the
unsaid
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