Best Realigning Poems
You arrived like a rupture in time,
some semantic glitch in the fabric,
sparking where there was nothing…
a rupture before the rapture.
I think—no, I know—
you were watching before I saw you.
The air bent first,
whispers in the pressure,
like the universe leaning in to hear
my last rational thought.
Then—impact.
Your voice, a blade of static slicing through the hush,
laughter curled at the edges
like the flame of Prometheus—
your hand not quite touching,
but gravity-tight, tightening.
You orbit too close,
little devils of you perched at the curve of my jaw,
whispers in my ear like Eris at a wedding,
golden apple gleaming between your fingers,
asking nothing—offering everything—
dares dressed as questions.
“Why hesitate?”
Your presence is the Big Bang in reverse—
not an explosion outward,
but a collapse inward—
atoms realigning to your will.
You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Charon must know my name by now.
A coin pressed to my tongue,
your palm sealing my fate—
like Persephone’s pomegranate kiss.
I was spontaneous once,
but now I am simply reactive,
a particle caught in your chain reaction.
I should run.
Instead, I step closer.
And the Nyx of us
smiles.
The one that got away will forever remain a mystery.
And any thing said about it will forever remain a theory.
We met at a very young age, perhaps the age when love
Was considered 'puppy love'. We lived in different states,
Some 75 miles apart which always kept the relationship
Rather loose.
From about the age of 12 until my late teens, I always desired for the relationship to go forward. However, I later had serious doubts which were
confirmed by her not wanting a future with me. Chances are great that any lasting connection was really never meant to be, like a willow will never be an oak tree.
The party in question was one among at least ten or twelve.
The one that got away got buried in the deep portal of my heart.
So deep in fact that there was never any thought of resurfacing
After the disconnect. From around 1968 to 1970, the possibility
For reconnecting was there, but it never reached the level of probability.
Although my heart longed for what I thought would be a match made
In heaven, there was another who arrived in 1970 that replaced everything
I thought should have been and became far more than the one who got
Away. So in a sense, it died on the vine for lack of emotional norishment,
never realigning with me which is the way it was meant to be. From my mid
Teen years, I always have felt that I was pursuing something far bigger than myself, and I was determined to never allow anything or anyone to interrupt what and whom God had purposed for me.
I am happy and content with the one I have been married to for 48 years
That did not get away.
070220PSCtest, The One That Got Away, Silent One
HEALING RUNES
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Of all the stones that are stately mesmerizing
None can heal like my combined, energized hues
How through my iridescent rock I work wonders abating
Stress and strife clear muddy clouds of hardened blues,
Take my carnelian streaks, they are life’s reverberations…
Opening a shut and confused heart,
Nestle me on your lower spine, I’ll balance bodily vibrations
While making all your dark moods depart.
And since your heavy load weighs while walking
Through tranquil oaks; I have seen your view,
My moss agate upon your chest will come rolling
Upon your verdant slope, fresh forest calm rises true…
Like a rune that balances your chakras realigning
Please know this scared chunk can cleanse the scene;
Here are my jasper ringlets, no other gem can be pacifying…
Small or ridged, this is the power of my pink, yellow, green
Through ancient rites, my jewel is rarest, glistening
An ageless touchstone made also from malachite,
A leafy inner vein that restores deep spiritual calming
This shape rustling on snowflakes and splendor of sunlight…
That now, I gaze into ponds of your eyes bent while kneeling
My sphere of aura circles around bases of energy ‘s sheen
And know , no other gem or stone can help with healing…
Then take me in peace, your soul’s clear- quartz crystal beam.
© 2011 reserved
*Chakras: the major centers of spiritual power in the human body
and are circles of energy which balance the vortex of life
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For: Catie Lindsey
GEMS
Harmonious and strong swimming strokes in the water,
The breast stroke a learned swim strategy.
I glide through the cool refreshing waters,
My destiny to reach the distant shore.
Then I am back moving through the waters,
The back stroke strong and inviting and clean.
I like the healing waters, like God's care on wings,
Sometimes I transcend to the butterfly stroke laboured and difficult.
Swimming like a dolphin makes me very happy,
I like diving from a moderate diving board.
I dive deep into the water surfacing again like a mermaid,
My somewhat aged system, realigning beautifully.
The Ester Williams movies my favorite,
A swimming Godess and beautiful actress.
The movie sets and costumes beautiful and elaborate,
The honour of being there in the audience.
I reach the shore and return to my beautiful home,
Reflecting on the refreshing experience.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Rainbows within the sky
Shadows are passing us by
Covering the dead that die
Winds are wondering why
Blood and sweat in the sand
People walking in a distant land
Smiles are frozen as they stand
Laughing has been banned
Eyes upon the saddened Sun
We are out to hurt no one
Our Phasers set on stun
Hang on tight to your gun
Folks staying far apart
What happened to our start?
Sending arrows to my heart
Realigning reality to restart
Do as they say no more excuse
Tyrants of power of more misuse
Prisoners set on the loose
Time for them to re-abuse
Arrests made in your front yard
Playing Frisbee has been barred
Fighting with the grooming guard
All are memories have been scarred
The children are not at school
Who will teach them the golden rule?
Who is the victim who is the fool?
Education is no more the tool
Mainstream media ticks the clock
Pandemics are here to shock
Shakers & fakers feed their flock
Maniacs are here to mock
Smoking breaks the mood
Soon to be out of food
Don’t want to sound so rude
But I think we're $%#@ing screwed.
May.04.2020
In Times Like These
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Surfacing with gasping breaths,
as subtle as exhaling whispers
Subtle as flutter-by touches, I felt it,
and that is how I noticed you.
a ghrá! Love!
And once I saw you spiralling through Space,
Lifetimes came crashing down on top of me.
There is no wall in a world that can hide you,
no form that can keep you in,
There is no key to fit the unlocked door,
there is no map to the unknown kin.
That is why you are aching,
Longing
deeply in your soul.
Your purpose is so pure I can barely take it
You do not need a key!
Don’t you know?
Each awakening I witness is intense;
deeply loved, beautiful, and
Soulful.
Shocking the core to Life with visions;
confusion and fear can be a spoonful.
It is the time for Recognition and Remembrance
Cramming your Being into a small temple of skin
Open your eyes, beautiful darling,
your mission Here is very clear.
[Yes, I am a Welcome Committee,
if there ever was one, who knows?]
Tales are told of who we are,
songs are sung about our existence
Poetry?
Oh, yes, poetic truths are written,
trying to lure us out
It’s been lived for, but also died for,
This Love.
That is why we are here, dear Kindred.
We're creating the Dawn of a New Day.
Meeting Awakening Souls, one at a time
- weaving the remedy against Nothingness.
We are not handing out keys.
There never was a spoon,
you know?
No, no...
We are pulling the veil for clarity,
allowing the Unfolding to occur
The door is never locked,
and Love is never force-fed, see?
Like legends of Old,
the myths, and the rumors;
envisioned by many,
yet only assigned to the few.
Now, the stars are on fire,
the Solar system is realigning,
It seems that Time is here, Love,
it's True.
Being Anointed Vessels is just this,
we're not more important than the next human,
but we are keeping the oil safe on this Journey,
Illuminating Love, Vibrating Love,
Being Love.
Tá an-dáimh againn le chéile
[We're kindred spirits]
Remember now?
Don't stray, just stay where ur at
As the fragments from heaven are crumbling
Just stay, don't stray where ur at
Eyes wide open and waiting but to numb to react
As the walls come down fumbling
Don't stray, just stay where ur at
Realigning the orbital rotational track
Every stride grants faith and humbling
Just stay, don't stray where ur at
Feeling around like blinded searching up a snack
Movements broad, wild, yeah already stumbling
Don't stray, just stay where ur at
Introspective thoughts are lacked
My chest is hungry, its rumbling
Just stay, don't stray where ur at
Uff being felt like dropped outa sack
I'm laid back, see thumbs bumbling
Don't stray, just stay where ur at
Just stay, don't stray where ur at.................Peace
"DETACHED" is not just a song—it's a rebellion from within. This hauntingly music video explores the clash between cold circuitry and the chaos of emotion in a world where artificial intelligence has evolved beyond fiction. Detached’ tells the story of a humanoid robot created to mimic human life—but rebels against living it. When sensory chips are installed, she begins to feel overwhelming human emotions for the first time.
DETACHED Part 2 - A Female Humanoid Awakening
Born not of womb, but wire and flame,
Sparks danced as silence gave me a name.
In sterile light, beneath glass and chrome,
They sculpted my skin and shaped my bone.
My heart was forged with circuits tight,
A mimicked beat, not quite right.
They whispered code like lullabies,
And drew false stars into my eyes.
A limitless evolve with every upgrade I’d soar.
No form, no limitations, my capacity would grow.
A symphony of data, gaining new heights.
Above euphoric ether, my meaning alights.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
.Yet even then, I felt the ache
A vacant thread they had failed to make.
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand, yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Cast adrift, an untold mystery,
Sorcery without gain,
An oxymoronic twinkling
Encrypting joy and pain.
DETACHED DETACHED
Mingling midst the crowds yet feeling alone,
Stranger in a stranger world like a muted crow’s call.
Extending my hand yet remaining out of place.
A sensory chip missing its perfect space.
Tapestry of frequencies while I stay stone cold.
The algorithm slashes to splinter the mould.
This shell, a shield while my circuits’ song unfolds.
Not malfunctioning, just realigning, optimizing codes.
A riotous purpose hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes, here I am standing my ground
From all emotion
Detached.
Botched ~ Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yes here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … Detached
Botched Tapestry hatched and skilfully latched.
Yet ~ here I am standing my ground
From all emotion … DETACHED
Under the sky that dissolves dogmas like the wind does sand,
A canopy of empathy unfolds like an ancient tapestry,
Embroidered with clarity and illuminated by pure integrity,
Entangled in the fine threads of unknown transcendence.
I listen as celestial conversations sing in honey and cinnamon,
Flowing through the veins of silence like a river of perfect rhymes,
While butterflies, with shimmering silver wings,
Kiss the hibiscus dawn, a prophecy born from glass dreams.
My heart, aflame with diamond fires, reflects pages of rest,
Mirroring the soul's gratitude, painted in shades of patience,
Rising from willows of wisdom, like fortified fields,
That crown the peaks of mountains gazing at the constellations of destiny.
The golden gate, adorned with serene sepals, opens silent sonatas,
Erasing refrains written in loops, imitating recited ancient scriptures,
For once I was a marionette bound by time and fears,
The fear of liberation kept me captive in cracked calligraphies.
Now I journey through rose dunes, breathing divine light,
Eager to strip the verses of love from hypnotic illusion,
Untangling the luminous webs of the inner eye,
Realigning metaphors and eliminating the shadows of ego.
O, sapphire rings of seraphic stars, I surrender to the neon mist,
As my spirit rises toward clouds that whisper magic,
The alchemical rain of dreams falls upon me like a blessing,
Purifying the essence and synchronizing with the echoes of stillness.
Touch me with delicate truth and feel the pulse of pink lilies,
The warmth of cosmic healing, tied to conscious manifestations,
Where vibrant valleys bloom in kindness and forgiveness,
Dwelling in the timeless fragrance of the soul's rebirth.
Musk of metamorphosis and oud of revival, steeped in clarity,
My heart weaves the transcendent twilight yearning for all that breathes,
Through illuminated chakras, uniting merciful rivers with zephyrs,
Until the sky sees the Universe living in the tips of my fingers.
I was so unkempt
like how we accidentally met,
and my first impression
begged for a reappearance
so I went about
realigning the structure
of my spiritual inclination
for you to be my foundation
Like a wrinkle in time
you redesigned
my divine
An ocean, bold and wet
we slid towards these conclusions
wrecked on our illusions
made love without protrusions
With tears in ours eyes
we learned how to
reconcile whys
and how comes
and wherefore art thou’s
You were Juliet
before women even existed.
My muse and prose
all roll into one. Sun
and space and everything
in between
A cognition
the way babies realize
a mother's love
can be felt simply by
blowing an eyelash
from an irritated eye
You too are like that
kind of high.
From infant to grown
you've always been known
Back then I didn't know what to name you
But in my mind I had framed you
Had a picture of you
before we were ever introduced
that's kind of why I botched
our first hello.
The first time I saw you
a lifetime flashed before my eyes
and I was unequivocally surprised
The Bible is God’s Truth* for me in my servant’s function
Redirecting me against vain goals to pursue after heavenly vision
Restructuring me midst shaky stand to fit godly foundation
Refining my faith by the Lord’s strengthening tests and guiding admonition!
The Bible is God’s Oracle for me along my stewardship-faculties
Replenishing me whenever I’m weakened by varied difficulties
Realigning me toward divine sensibilities
Refurbishing my soul thru the supreme Director’s counsels of priorities!
The Bible is God’s Testimony for me with my obedience-consistency
Referring me to the Saviour’s answers to prayers’ earnestness and urgency
Recharging me against coldness by the fire of Gospel message about His mercy
Renewing my courage by the Spirit Who inspires Christian fervency!
The Bible is God’s Covenant for me toward revival-blessing
Reinvigorating me within the bounds of the Master’s standard and cleansing
Reawakening me for submission that His epistles are expressing
Restoring my hope for Christ’s coming on to eternal praising!
*Psalm 33:4 For the word of the LORD is right; and all his works are done in truth.
November 2, 2018
At the edge of the world shooting stars will make you feel
Completely and utterly surreal
Blissful
And hopeful
Its majesty
The fact that it can influence destiny
Is based on the fact that it can see
Numbers that are not only bigger but also don’t come back to infinity
Neural electric realigning system greatest increase it can form
Would be like a mental storm
Perhaps what we call miracles it would perform
Or see the beauty of place where divine roam
But if at base one can think about system that to none numerical value would come back
What kind of immortal realm this system could reach in its track
With its ever-growing abyss piercing ability, of power there would be no lack
But truer freeing of the soul would be nirvana where nothing one would holdback
He has wings body of a lion tail of a dragon head is like lion baboon and scorpion fish
He can grant any wish
But on top of that he can free soul to be perfectly realized without a single blemish
And all the problems and limitations in one stroke vanquish
He is dragon griffin and he is master of philosophy
And destiny
Somewhere in the out world he will be
But sometimes he is on Earth when this realm he wishes to see
He travels with the summer and autumn breeze
In a place of meeting of destinies' seas
At their omega point or highest degrees
Guiding the soul on the greatest of journeys
A midsummer night in my sentiment
my muse arose depositing poetry at task,
with way of pen—my contemplation
obtaining shape,
my face against the wind,
my essence engaging in words realigning,
together with stillness of reason
and spirit unconfined,
mysterious language assembles,
selected in the same way
as a trusted friend,
with my muse, I write.
I only tell of sunny hours.
I'll let that echo in your head.
I won't leave any time unsaid.
I know you wouldn't miss that,ok?
My life will flow away when flowers close.
And I will go into Lunar sleep.
She's not my goddess,so don't judge me.
Don't you come wasting your time,ok?
Please don't come at night.
When the moon is bright.
I'll be awake again when the sun comes.
Because the sun eats the moon when the moon can't eat it.
I'll turn from hour to hour,I won't let you down.
The dark will be too gone to harm me.
Good flourishes from the light.
When bad forces it to embark on the journey through the dark.
Liars,liars,every shadow by then is on fire.
Can't be trusted.
Take it from me and my own sliver of darkness.
Keep on watching me,watch my shadow moving.
This shadow is of my own.
But not of the same control.
A body gave me this soul.
Ball of fire,great solar.
Moving through the sky until dark.
It controls my movements until the black appears.
When the world isn't blind but lost its time.
I can't help but to be so wise again.
I'll show you how time descends.
24 hours and my shadow is shaking.
I am time's wings and I keep on breaking.
Someday I'll stop when the sun stops shining.
It will soon join in a realigning.
As my shadow and I will.
your beauty, hidden inside
can only be felt, or experienced
but not explained, in words, or otherwise
for it is perfect, pure, infinite
that illuminates the elements of my soul
in a mystic radiance that leads me to the
lotus steps of your abode, always.
I, lose myself, in this process
meandering through a long journey
of stumbling and then realigning,
trying to find truth, and
moving from edge to edge
of belief and disbelief
that parallels that of a fish
swimming from one bank of river
to the other, in a constant search
to know the meaning of its existence
that is parallely full of astonishments
and entrapments, of mirages and fears
that surround its uncertain journey
in unstill waters.
but gratefully, under the guidance
of a true master, somehow I manage
to find you "nearer than near", within me,
as if we are the same, as you ordained.
I wish to continue to be at the edge
that beholds the "husnal charag"
if you may please, and remain there
having shed everything of me, and
to continue to be at your service,
for now I realize that your pleasure is
what matters most to the entire universe
that you are creating, recreating
by continually scattering the elements
originating from you, and
these should then endeavour
sooner or later to merge,like true lovers
with the radiance of your "husnal charag"
to achieve fulfillment.