Best Incorporeal Poems
When my eyes meet your gaze
The first eon in surprised time,
Brushing into each other in a cafe
The earth somehow wakes,
It knows your flesh
embracing our marrow's warmth
more encompassing than life's fate
that my breath stumbles into ticks
of nightfall's irrepressible lightness.
You are received by my body
as much as sky's flame--
Perhaps more
As we breathe the same wind.
Could this be a new fondness?
...Yet raw this earth that wraps us incorporeal
like stardust itself ;
And nameless as shadows
in deserted moonlight,
nick of time freezes without notice
aligning our birthright with destiny
and like the clockwork of serendipity
no one dares speak.
From the beginning, people have asked themselves,
how God came into being or how God creates from nothing?
The God seekers are advancing ethical axioms
and truth is withstanding the test of experience.
Human mind is made out for reason and truth.
Reason gives us freedom
and freedom makes a human being a moral subject.
The man is a moral being and justice is greater than love.
We don’t know, why protons in the core of atom
are attracted and not repelled
even though, they have the same electrical charge?
What decides that a cell becomes animal or a plant cell?
Every leaf has many cells and each is more complicated
than a human made rocket.
Why stars, Earth and other planets are weightless in space
and what force makes universe to expand?
Expanding universe is astounding.
Space is stretching and does not collapse.
Why Dolphins live in water for millions of years,
even though they do not have gills
and cannot breath oxygen from water?
Nature adapts and man forms himself.
Animals lack our understanding,
but we cannot compare to incorporeal beings
for they are much more advanced than we.
There is more to reality than just phenomenal.
Science interprets things in terms of our experience,
and consciousness is essential to knowledge.
Real world is self contained, independent,
derived from pure consciousness.
Man gets corrupted by the power he has,
but God is almighty and holy indeed.
"Woe to the shepherds who mislead and scatter
the flock of my pasture..."
The king cannot substitute for apostolic succession.
God revealed himself to mankind
and this encounter of God is our experience.
The wholeness of being demands eternity,
otherwise, the being is fractional.
Lord God dwells in unapproachable light
and can deify people and angels and make them Gods,
but only if they are holy first.
This page is intentionally left blank.
It is intentional,
a deliberate attempt act of obscurity.
These are the words you are not reading.
These words do not exist.
Their appearance exists nowhere,
They are ghostly and untouchable.
They are empty invisible vessels,
Voids, absent content.
Your brain is intentionally left blank.
You only think you are thinking.
You are not thinking.
Your thoughts cannot be traced.
The mind on which you rely
cannot be found.
Your passions are intentionally left blank.
You cling to incorporeal beliefs
and judgements.
Your hopes and dreams,
Your loves and hates have no essence.
They are disembodied and intangible.
You create your own meaning
and order.
You impose it on all your blank pages.
"Voices in the Dark"
waking,
the echo
of a voice remains
from the mind’s
open door, the anima
from its fathomless cavern
speaks to
its animus
independent, alone
from its Xanadu
incorporeal
magik incantations ensue
shadowing the other
a stormy kiss breathes life
into some strange morning
rising with intent
carrying a profound promise
fearless and magnetic
it’s selling solidarity
like some
beautiful monster I Am
with a contagious offering
it smiles and
holds its hand out to you
walking
towards you
anywhere
through your mirror
it stands for you
calculating, collecting
its dark reasoning
ignites your light
and drinks you in
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
anima.
animus.
morning.
mourning.
Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice,
diligence for dunceness, eagerness for
edginess, fairness for flakiness, goodness for gonadness,
healing for hurting, idealism for idiocracy,
judgement for jealously, kandor for killing,
loving for lamenting, mentoring for miserating,
needing for neausating, optimizing for obliterating,
penetrating for pilfering, quieting for quaking,
resolving for rioting, soothing for stabing,
tramping for turmoiling, ultilizing for ultimating,
victory for victimization,
yearning for yelling, zeal for zone.
All the best concealed decisions edited for global hypnohypocratic
nil idea of future impress of evolution but merely a nether
juxtapose of keenly luminated momentous nothings
optimizing precarious quantum ridicules sanctioning
tantalizing ugly utilitiy post variant varicose wanes wantnot
noid xoids xenous yeast yearnings zillant aberants aplenty.
Go Fish.
zonality zeros.
Climb the dumb death grill gradiant with false feet
intrepid toe jam steps what is where i am going not going in a pre post past present
ghost future life emo impotenet fracture fried non sequetor séance
liquid lavid languish unloved resolved irrevernet motion milkmaid
sociomatrial screwstewed rejectional noncoitial negligant nilneo
nonconstriction deconstruction r u fing kidding me? ??
Let's be uni unfilterfied in our ugly uncorrupt incorporeal craddle of domesticoignoramous
social dysfuntionture aplenty assure. Pills pills my kingdom for some piss pills to ***** die
the ass sociative remenants that psuedo pusssurrounds my exo it unfulfills.
Dial don't dilenates of wailing wanting mommy masses of momentary
milkcents mammary malaise.
Get lost little ones, my device calls to me in its idio elloquence.
Love u though, don't tell your__________________r_.
This universe is constellation of wisdom
She is not there to give you a home
Depending on you she does not, any moment
Live or die, she neither smiles nor weeps
It will be there not bothered about you
You build or destroy she cares not
For she was there before you were
She will be there after you have gone
To her, man is a figment of existence
Those who shout only make noise
The masters are shameless dreamers
In this universe of incorporeal existence
In this universe of huge ignorance
Human knowledge is full of black holes
Where activities are driven by dark matter
Even the thorniest of minds shudder in awe
“The Economy of Love”
Incorporeal
susurration
the fleet of mind
gather in the hive
they waltz
their words
across a page
slicing through
the dark of
want and love
holding tight
the hands that write
feverish devotion
drowning in
collaboration’s
enchanted
beguiling
false
romance
Ah where is love?
real love?
wanton love?
like some
white sugary
powder inhaled
sweet intoxicating drug
lips juicy ripe and read
to put all those
written dreams
to bed sonorous, then,
somnolent such is lust,
where minds are spent
and hearts buried
deep from reality,
in dreams are bent
to blend as one
Titania’s eyelids
Nectar whet
juice of Oberon’s
magic flower
Lust is wet
Love is spent
Dark your mind
Eyes that open
What is not your want
The Light has lit
The Economy of Love
Where poets in gilded cages are kept
Suspended and perplexed
Puck’s mistake
Is too perfect
(LadyLabyrinth/2018)
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgmRG2Zh3D4
There is a shadow that fallows me
The shadows have taken all that come near me
for I live in the dark
where once I dwelled in the light
the darkness that lived inside me
has now become me
there is a lust for blood,
a fury that nothing can sate
this darkness that was once a shadow
is now the fangs of midnights unholy creature
a changeling that takes the form of everything and nothing
both corporeal and at the same time a incorporeal mist
tearing into me, ripping my flesh from my body
as it eats my liver and devours my heart
there is nothing I can do but still I fight
with hands that have turned to claws
and teeth that tear bite more beast than human
I fight the living dead and the dead that are living
I feel only rage blood lust and fire dwell in my eyes
I was born in the light and there I once dwelled
Now I live in the dark
For I have been reborn
Born in darkness
I
am
the
Shadow
Born
A flying bird I am for heavenly flight;
No enthralling branch can hold me tight.
Free I am from all the passing years;
not submitting to the baseless fears.
Free I am from all the worldly chains;
staying away from all the bodily pains.
Free I am from all the endless desires;
not burning self in the lustful fires.
Free I am from the fleeting attractions;
never indulging in the vicious intentions.
Free I am to fly beyond all limitations;
remaining away from the wonted tensions.
Free I am from all the formal appreciations;
undisturbed by the dreadful rejections.
Free I am from all the religious rituals;
Unaffected by the deeds of other individuals.
Free I am from all sensuous pleasures,
always filled with abundant treasures.
Free I am to reach the highest goal
in incorporeal world with the Supreme Soul.
LOOK OUT, IT'S GETTING DARK
Look out, itís getting dark
Time never strode
Viciously before
Treachery, torment
And unleashed lust
Demonstrated route-march
Even at broad day light
Look out, itís getting dark.
Daughter has not reached home
Look out ÖÖÖÖ.
Clutches of evil
So visible, virulent
Brutish libertines
Clung in air embodied
Tender child
She is not at home
Look out-
Sharp beaked vultures
Incorporeal
Invisible,
They flap wings,
Ugly luring of tongue
Resounding rhythm
Vagrant beasts roam, grunting.
Celestial bodies, guardian angels
Keep eyes shut
Look outÖÖÖÖ
Way side brooks
Bogs lay bare
Ferocious shades in darkness
Fireballs roll from gut to throat-
Dispassionate halogen lamps
Hostile streets concealing
Treacherous holes
And ferocious bipeds to pounce
On pray.
Itís dark
As dark as the Black Angel
Our daughter-
Look outÖÖÖÖ.
A wail on wings of wind
A choked scream-
Nauseating odour swells in air
A shadow at the rear end
Of St. Joan street.
Stage sets of a trap pit
Scary shades, bitter fruits
Of calumny, distressing.
Arresting with claws
The black scorpion stings
Prey shivering in fear, disgust
Flames, flesh burning
A self immolation
Crumbling down to ashes.
Our daughter
Look out-
Itís dark
As dark as Black Hole
Devilís stake
Charred body-
My cherub
My blood-
She is not at home.
Night spreads heavy shroud
Over our dreams.
A death knell mourning
Slovenly
Crushing life
Our life
Incorrigible
Incorrect – uncorrectable
Ideas incorporeal
Beginnings to incept
Ideology to inject
A reality too surreal to accept
An indifference that infects
A fate begins to seal
Evidence to detect
Death at the door and loss at your heels
Realization life is a wreck
Too afraid of the now, the real.
Face the charade of your situation
Face how disappointment feels
Our eternal eye of faith
is a celestial optic organ
that views holy spectra
having heavenly virtual vision
Luminescent lights of love
auroras of God's glory
radiate and illuminate
multiple majestic dimensions
not seen with man's mere intellect
The pupil of divine faith
sees beyond the mundane
Its lens of love opens hallowed
avenues of virtuous vision
This pious force of faith
maneuvers massive changes
repositioning material
and incorporeal matter
Without this esteemed
internal iris of faith
operative in our lives
it is impossible to please God
In dreams I see them:
Men and women, in Renaissance attire,
Moving about in silence in some fabulous cathedral
Full of silent Coptics and other sombre monks,
Their faces, all but one of them,
Obscured to uniformity by cloth
Silent themselves, they move about with aimless grace
Within the vast chamber that echoes my every footfall,
Drifting in trance like leaves carried past on invisible waters,
Performing miracles casually, as though to do so
Were as natural as breathing.
I watch them pass, bringing forth their miracles
Like magicians cause cards to appear in their hands;
Somehow I know they know themselves
To be The Fools of God.
The one whose face is unmasked is a woman,
A stocky beauty of radiant expression,
Whose miracle is astonishing:
She wades through the polished marble floor
As though it were bathwater, up to her shoulders,
Her ecstasy rendering her incorporeal
Yet supremely present,
Smiling in glory, God's Chief and Happiest Fool.
Who these mystics are I cannot say,
Nor why they consider themselves Celestial Jesters;
Though my guess is that the lesson here
Is that perfect faith births perfect joy,
As in the end, the Fool has the ear of the King.
Salient memories, relevant
to whom I’ve become,
physical becomes incorporeal;
a metaphysical journey begins.
All thoughts, transmissions and words
ever spoken drift in a void, a galactic
archive of perpetual absolute cold.
Streams of pure light, pulsing
signals from the creator; directions
to a sentient universe.
Worlds being born, primordial
soups stirring, life is constant,
rebirth; is relevant.
Traversing time and space
in the blink of an eye, I see
spirits journeying; on their way.
Benevolent ethereal beings,
messengers from the great seat
of emotion take my hands,
eternity shines, a supreme realm
beyond the beyond; beckons me.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet tarts pave our way.
Choosing now to remain, linger, going deep with in the ocean free.
Forms incorporeal above me rise to celestial sea.
The earth bathes now in rarest form portrayed.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
While Hosanna’s fade from still whole memory
with outstretching hand a mate for me waylaid.
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way
Alpha and omega will we be, and from all sin have we been freed.
For we seek the harder path the joy delayed.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
Yet, He abandons we, “NO He does NOT!” a different fate have we.
And, with golden kisses each soul drops as they pray.
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave our way.
The larger scheme of dark and light replays with joyous glee.
Deep with our Lord, His Love He does display.
My Lord the end is near, gone within have I to thee…..
Multitudes of bright, lemon drop, sweet hearts pave my way.