Feel them in my tendons
Hear them in the quiet
See them in the wind
Smell their fragrance
A constant in my life
Like a steel manacle
Arrested and limited
I must pay the price
Sins from lives past
Karmic justice served
Grow I must or else
Be trapped hereafter
So I speak the truth
I am compassionate
Eschewing victimhood
Pleasing higher beings
Living beings hold basic instinct
to survive : quite distinct,
feel hunger, produce offsprings :
The deepest urge and feelings,
not to hesitate killings,
so that species not to extinct.
We are but merely fallible, fickle, imperfect and vulnerable Human Beings.
Why some of us act with an attitude of
Invincibility, superiority, discrimination, nonchalance or even aloofness is beyond me.
We all Simply come with a number or expiry date of which are not knowledgeable.
So why not show more love and care and concern along the brief journey way we all have?
Man is a complex creature.
He has many facets and sides.
He can seem easy going, complacent,
Next minute he wants your hide.
Sometimes he's filled with charity;
With good will and love for all things.
Sometimes he's grumpy and scornful,
Or struts like he's some little king.
He's industrious, helpful, well meaning,
Also lazy, lack luster, unkind.
When he's at his best he's a blessing.
A worse enemy would be hard to find.
He destroys all that surrounds him,
Then moves on to greener fields.
He's a parasite sucking the good from life,
Leaving a sore that won't heal.
In an effort to feather his own little nest,
And better his life, acquire fame,
He'll step on and crush whoever he must,
In his unending quest for gain.
Considering the fickleness of Man,
His greed, his lust, his brain fog,
I have decided when seeking a friend,
I'd be better off with a dog.
Imaginary beings have been imagining.
Ghosts, like moths, see only your flickering flame.
Dark desires are the unborn you give life to,
they are motes in your reflecting mirror-mind,
hot embers so infinitesimally small,
that they can hide a lifetime
in the pupil of one eye.
Imaginary beings offer a certain reality,
they give thanks to all your secrets,
make love to the weight of your desires,
then, return to that fantasy persona
to reimagine you once more
as a comic book hero,
one only the purest of heart
may read.
Let no harsh word fall like a stone,
For every heart is tender, alone.
Give kindness first, the cost is small,
A little warmth is wealth for all.
The weary need a gentle hand,
Up high a star to help them stand.
Speak truth, but dress it soft in light,
So none are wounded in the night.
To love another is to see
The hidden flame of dignity.
No soul was meant to walk in pain,
Or bow beneath another’s chain.
If mercy grows in every place,
The world will bloom with human grace.
Let hearts be free, let voices sing,
For kindness is the thing all seek.
I am not one, but two beings in a single body,
A dance between a mature woman and a dreaming girl,
The woman calmly watches over the wild rebel,
Who ventures to the edge of the cliff without fear.
The girl runs and shouts to the open skies,
"I must live, we are not granted eternity!"
The woman feels shivers of terror but only watches,
Granting freedom as a precious, silent gift.
The girl adores snakes with their hypnotic skin,
And lightning that splits the sky with its light,
She falls in love without restraint, without fear,
Wearing pain like a medal of pure honor.
The woman, though she chose the land over the uncertain sea,
Remains there when the girl returns weary,
Offering warmth when the girl emerges from cold waters,
Together they share moments of silence and peace.
They meditate on raindrops dancing in puddles,
Admiring sunsets that paint the sky with silence,
In this dual universe, they find each other,
Living a fragile balance, full of meaning and magic.
In the cosmos where colors collide/
Under a canvas of vibrant pink and purple tide two abstract figures, hats tilted just so/
Stand tall in the galaxy, putting on a show/
Geometric shapes dance in a minimalist spree, Jazz notes shine like stars, wild and free/
Are they space lamp illuminators, or comedians in flight? Telling tales of the universe, in the stillness of night.
They float through the cosmos, shining so bright. UFOs in formation, or cosmic jesters on a space flight/
Bold colors clash, a celestial array, In this otherworldly realm where a new comedy's hybrid imagination is at play/
Saturn lamps flicker, casting shadows on cosmic dust, While alien beings laugh, bursting at the seams, man, what a rush/
So let the jazz flow, let the universe hum, In this vibrant expanse, all are welcome to come/ Join the cosmic comedy and let your worries fade into the Milky Way/
Under the glow of laugh-N- lamps, in this infinite space. Embrace the abstract and one day visit Mars/
For in the heart of the cosmos, we’re all comedians there. So laugh with the aliens, they brought us here, In the vastness of space, we are all going there/
The Wizard of Oz leaves me chilled
(take those weirdos, the Lollipop Guild),
but West Witch's flunkies,
those strange flying monkeys,
leave my poor lion's heart terror filled.
occupy your space dear ones –
you are the descendants of THE GREAT LIGHT BEINGS
you are sparks of light descended on planet earth
to illumine us your fellow beings, your siblings in light –
occupy your space dear ones
enter into our hearts
with intentions of pure love
with intentions of deep compassion
the time has now come
for you to stir light lying dormant
deep within all of us,
move our hearts with your true smiles
show us the path masters once tread
and hold our hands steady
as we shed old beliefs
and ready us for the journey into eternal light –
Ebony soul with moonstone eyes
Onyx spirit blazing body into stardust
Ashes that are splashed into the universe
Glittering like silvery stars
Passion that paints the universe
Love joy hate pain raining down on galaxies
Inspiring new beings new worlds new creations
To touch stardust one must wonder
And abandon the old world old body
To find the new life in the deepest place space
With winged mind released by flight
Stardust will unite to create beautiful images
With purpose and grace
The tree is today a year older, and while
It shakes its leaves in the autumn wind,
From the ethereal dance beyond time,
The saints create a bridge to the earth.
The sky is shaking, for it is ripe.
The rustle of stars is growing louder.
In a whirl of light and radiance,
The spectacle of death is about to start.
Scattered beings emerge from the grave,
Throwing themselves into waves of air.
Young spirits float towards the sky
In a twilight of shadows and blood.
In the ancient world, it is spoken of beings that are neither among men nor in a dream,
Blessed with an isolated destiny, with an unknown hope.
Their deeds seem to precede the first accusation of time and the indifference of the firmament,
No one thinks to engage them, for the future melts like wax under their gaze.
Some beings were forced into that destiny without a word of their own,
Now they are almost invisible and uncounted by society, as if they do not exist.
They are those who would never sell their souls, the noblest and the most troubling.
They are the quiet travelers of time, immersed in the mystery of an unclear destiny,
Carving their own ascent in a realm with neither hands nor hearts towards them.
Each step they take is a hidden note in the silent symphony of the universe,
Taking their undisturbed place in the waiting room of eternity.
Antisemitism is cast by prejudice, hate's seed,
Antisemitism, a poison we must impede.
Through history's chapters, a bitter thread,
Yet unity's light can mend what's been bled.
Embrace the truth, let empathy guide,
For in shared humanity, hate can't reside.
To judge by faith, a grievous mistake,
Love's harmony, our common ground to make.
In diversity's tapestry, strength is found,
Rejecting hate, let compassion resound
On my own
my thoughts guide me
discover confidence unknown
unfold me
one petal
at a time
sweet nectar
inside untainted
no one could control
all of me
freedom and curiosity
all blooming
sweet and earthy
scents sing to me
in granite shards along river banks
moose bathing in alpine lakes
soaring peaks
ever dancing
aspen leaves
birds speaking
sweet stories
rainbow of flowers wild
I dream to be
in the company of wild beings
I discover
my wildness
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