Best Reincarnations Poems
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
Ten trillion galaxies up there, down there, around here
Each with one hundred billion stars, give or take
Can you wrap your head around an octillion?
All I need is one civilization that gets it right
Just one in an octillion, plus a spaceship, that's it
Not for me, the expansive vistas afforded those who sit
Atop a nation-sized pile of human wreckage
Three hundred million strong and breeding
Sipping Maggies and smoking Castros
Poisons to poison the perception of poisoning
The dog is so very done with the pony
My millionth micro-apotheosis
will not make me any more divine
than I already am, just more enshrined
The wooden boy will always be wooden
No, your institutionalized parasitism is for someone
Who wouldn’t slowly suffocate
On the ashes of that which cannot nourish
My roots require a different soil
So many starving at the Kool Aid and Twinkie buffet
The ten thousand ways I’ve died to be reborn
Ten-thousand and one mini-reincarnations
Not one courtesy of this benighted domain
Praise be to all that is not this invert realm
The sublime countercurrent opposing all that is worldly
Humility is unshrining of the self-statue
Shovel away the foul cement before it hardens
No I absolutely cannot play the game
Of hubris, your oh so tasty damnation
if I stand still the poisons will stop draining
And then what of my heart?
If you think all this blabbering is pointless
You shoulda heard what I was saying
Seven or eight addictions ago
Because that’s another fetid pile of wreckage
It’s progress, not perfection
You can just beam me up anyway
6/11/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
To find an island floating somewhere in the middle of the ocean shall I go following the water as it flows? In spring, as a flower with the color of scarlet, violet, or canary; in summer, mount on the cloud passing by; in autumn, drifting along a secluded inlet for a while, then as a fallen leaf, shall I go following the water as it flows and find an island floating somewhere in the middle of an ocean?
To recover a long gone lost time shall I become a moon and stars and trail the traces of ever so many bitter and sweet memories? From a remote village in a deep mountain, send my regards through a bird’s song and await the good news coming with a cricket’s chirp, and if it become that there is no story left to tell or hear any news from the other side of mountain consider it as the time to let my dear memories go, or shall I remain as a moon and the stars in the night and trail the traces of my memories to recover a long lost time?
Then, one day, a high wind rises from the nether world, in jet-black armor, mounted on a black charger holding a lance under his arm, rushes at me, and pierces and scatters the worries, anguishes, and pains that of this worthless life has had well acquainted with, with his lance and horse’s hooves, I shall stand on the top of the hill as fluttering weather-beaten shreds of banner, and when the wind falls I shall live as neither the sun, no a moon nor the stars, but without a word, the will, or the cognition, on other side of paramita* the land of eternity.
*Nirvana [Paramita]: 1. Buddhism: freedom from the endless cycle of personal reincarnations, with their consequent suffering, as a result of the extinction of individual passion, hatred, and delusion: attained by the Arhat as his goal, but postponed by the Bodhisattava. 2. Hinduism: salvation through the union of Atman with Brahma; moksha 3. a state of freedom from pain, worry, and the external world. The Random House College Dictionary. 1980. U.S.A.
Exactly where and when does Ego begin,
my creation story introduction,
preface;
and is there anything in there about a sequel?
Identity of EarthLight co-revolving HeavenlyPower,
autonomic memory unfolding Ego's deep storage capacity,
regeneratively biased in favor of time's continuance,
dipolar dynamics of balance and crown/root harmony,
resilient LeftBrain-function rooted in Elder RighTime's
seasons of light and dark hemispheric
horizons
Dawning birth through adorescents
climax trending outside light
and inside power systems
To and from autumnal adulthood
on through death's disbirth
decomposing interior/exterior processing trends,
sacred liturgy of one benighted day's lifetime
Reviewing regenerative exterior experiential enlightenment
with fertile body empowerment
Sinking deeply into MindBody Great Transition
(0)-soul ZenTime of Yang/Yin co-arising elation,
surfing love of regenerating Ta(0)Time ourself
reincarnations of all matriarchal RNA generations
before LeftBrain verbal history,
children of MotherEarth's multiculturing Tribes,
sharing caring TransPresent bicameral intelligence,
deep communion restorage
RE: mindbody light investment
and mind v body disempowering divestment
for/of/with/toward future safe love health
v. unsafe hate pathology
TO: YangCrown/YinRoot identify bicameral flowstreams
of neuro-sexsensory win/win incubators,
now evolving toward polypathic co-binary maturation
of multi-paradigmatic EarthHealth,
sacred ecology's love-wealth
ReVisiting dawning SunLight's
deep dusky EarthPowers
nonviolent lust for enlightened
nonverbal trust of empowered
indigenous Holy Nature-Spirits
panentheistic EarthBody/AnthroMind
regenerative communication trends.
SEQUEL: Exactly where and when
LeftBrain verbally dominant
Straight White over-capitalized
run on and on and on
HisAnthroStory
begins
Our eternally salvific
EarthMother ReCreation Story
enlightened SunLight preface
empowering holy-spirit refaced
Elder-RightTrained EarthPower
adorescent neurosystemic sequel
PREQUEL: Don't global light-bulb push it.
Empower more local bushy feel
Poetic Goddess
Forget me not, forgive me must naivete,
Poetry flows from the white rivers of my heart,
You are my moondust, write soul songs,
Thousand suns glitter, bloom, la, la
You make me bloom, lift from the gloom
You are a nightingale.
Yay, ye Born with the poetic tongue.
You are an eternal poetic fountain
Yay, you may write poetry on
thousand more blue moon nights.
Land of the light beckons,
Fall among the stars,
Covered in moondust,
Reborn childhood,
Thousand reincarnations,
This Devi- Bhakth, virtuous, innocent,
Material desires ye, dust,
Soul eternal, Childhood immortal.
Dr. Jose Manimala PhD, Pala, India.
Unknown Nothings
Infinite amounts of prophecies
philosophies
sciences
ideologies
ideas
dharmas
karmas
and dogmas of
beginnings
endings
afterlives
heavens
hells
nirvanas
enlightenments
salvations
damnations
repentances
reincarnations
meanings
purposes
life's suffering
trials and tribulations
creators and creators' adversaries
over-exaggerated
over-analyzed
over-interpreted
over-exhausted
over-excerted
epic poems that have been canonized and turned into sacred texts and turned in religions spiritual philosophies
mythologies
folktales and fairytales
promisings of estimated non-testable hypothesises through the Scientific Method but by faith and fictitious facts alone without any substantial evidence
instructions on how to live
who and how to worship and who not to worship
who to give praise, sing, dance and play music to
who to not give praise, song, dance, and play music too
explanations claiming to know every answer to every question that mankind had ever asked especially in the grey areas of life because it's not just black and white all of the time
selling speculations of so-called truths
claiming to be the one and only absolute truth
promising absolute certainities
revelations
visions
visitations
communications with invincible beings
forcefully feeding non-believers their truths in hopes of converting them over
controlling
coercing
manipulating their believers into doing whatever they are told to do
executioning non-believers
inquisting non-believers
promising to solve all of your problems
promising to offer you hopes
comforts
meanings and purposes
promising you eternal salvations
promising you eternal Nirvanas
promising you eternal happiness
promising you eternal joy
proselytizing and catechizing their truths to the world
each of these things supposedly offer everything above and so much more but the truth is that nobody truly knows any truth about anything mention above and so much more
isn't it funny mankind has come up with and even made up so many answers to everything but there are still people who doubt everyone of them and don't know why they think that they are the one and only truthsayers?
every soul is a light..
a light to shine for humanity..
with self love forgiveness and gratitude..
a beautiful creation of the universe..
a blue print of all the reincarnations..
with a choice and a free will to decide..
as we humans we are all connected..
to each living breathing soul in the world..
some souls choose to shine for the truth and just..
with kindness to every living and breathing one..
expecting nothing or anything to be acknowledged..
or accepted for being kind to all in the time of need..
unfortunately some souls choose the darkness..
with worldly pleasure's to keep feeding and pleasing..
the ego and the pride of the darkness of evil..
to crush the innocent..steal to keep of others..
using the dark evil spells of negativity of all types..
to control a once freewill without any permission..
the once who are locked in there own mental prison..
the tears of the innocent and pain of taucher..
is the feast of there dark souls praisess..
every step they take is to be the destroyers..
and yes you will ask me.. can they be forgiven..
yes any dark soul can be forgiven with kindness..
not to be added to there list of karma that's waiting..
because there is at least one good that's remaining..
no matter how dark and evil the soul can or will be..
there will be a time a dark soul will be in need of light..
once the taucher becomes touchers of there own darkness..
at that moment be kind understanding but wise..
help in anyway you know that will be a help to them..
because your kindness of your own good heart..
will save one soul from the darkness of the evil once..
for one saved soul will be an inspiration..
to save millions or more in the future..
as i believe.. every soul is worth the fight..
as long as they make there own free will to shine the light..
not for fame money or any worldly pleasures of life..
to bring humanity back to life for a world ..
where there will be no dark souls destroying the light..!
Dilu D Wijegunasekara
12th of may 2023
after many transmigrations metempsychoses and reincarnations
the inevitable question comes up
does a ***** have soul?
06/25/2018
Why is it I cant find love?
Is it because I am a good man?
Is it because I will never disrespect a woman
Or is it because I will even search the vast deserts
Of galaxies that exist in this universe
Looking for the perfect woman
That God wants to keep hidden from me?
Is that not what a woman wants?
These questions keep me analyzing
On why love doesn’t turn out what you expect it to be.
Why is it that broken hearts are never justified?
I have indeed experienced the reincarnations of lost souls
Better yet broken hearts.
Have I deserved to be treated so wrongly by the woman of my past?
Or was it that God has placed a curse upon me?
and the only way to break that curse
is that my love for the perfect woman must be true and real.
Endless questions without answers
keep popping into my confused mind
where did I go wrong in my relationships?
Why is it that I have to look for a woman
That is not so scandalous?
Why is that everyone else seems happy
And I don’t?
All I know it has been one long year
And women like that?
Should not exist in this world
Because messing with a mans heart
And his desire for somthin he loves
Has to be an unnatural ability
Which leads me back to my first question
Why cant I find love?
In my safe and healthy climate home
we find
our most effective way
to defensively avoid ballistic violence
in words and aggressive actions
is to begin and end each potential vampiratic day
with cooperative love
for restoring this HereNow SpaceTime
co-redeeming peaceful justice,
gratitude,
positivenergy attitude
active hope to find WinWin opportunities
as stronger faith in tomorrow
composed positively regathering
our LoseLose risks of yesterday
suboptimally WinFewer/LoseEverMore.
Our home-based best in-between
BothLeft/AndRight
EgoYang with EcoYin
defense against toxic mutual co-investment in future LossRisks
are these dawn through dusk daily WinWin
mutually non-violent offensives--
cooperatively reiterative co-articulations
of loving and wondrous and awesome GoodNews wins
and frustrating anti-ecotherapeutic ego-losses.
Perhaps senates and houses,
parliaments and CEOs,
governments and corporations,
incarnations and reincarnations,
might amend our multilateral green rules,
as climate necessary to restore healthy justice,
in this same secular and sacred
liturgically health-seasoned way
of mutually cooperative ecopolitical gratitude.
Morning and evening lights and darks re-visited
as mutually competing predators
for co-investing healthy-wealth,
Dawn and Dusk WinWin
positivenergy democratic health-extension options
massages and hugs
backrubs and footrubs
extending family communion stories
within Sacred EarthTribe's bilateral ecobalancing hands
and dancing revolutionary feet
remembering restoring rhythmed rituals
circling ancient fire-circle batons
of matriarchal-patriarchal wand holders
speaking through smiles
retelling healthy cooperative Ego/EcoWisdom.
EarthTribe humane-divine membership
is only Integrity
of each HereNow ZeroZone
Positive with notnot NegativEnergy
ParadisePotential.
LIVE ANOTHER DAY
Any life’s boosters
We owe to God’s grace and blessings
If He forbids
There can ever be sunsets
As setting of the sunset on Him depends!
Life’s full of struggles
There again
Is where God’s existence and omnipotence
He made mortals in us
Not even life giving extensions
Can ever be imaginable and surpassable!
Age maybe retiring but all indispensable
It maybe that reincarnations
Or in second thoughts of second life
However, one all does
Indeed to live for another day
After judgment is reach!
We wish there’s no sunset in our lives
Getting older is a shocking reality
But, it is a normal process
The sun rises from the east and sets in the west
It cannot be reversed.
But, then again, we wish to live another day!
They collided
it was fate, destiny, it was rather awkward.
Brief introductions by a third party
led to instant dislike.
It was kismet. It was painful.
She disliked his manner,
he loathed her phony affectations.
From the very start
they kept miles apart.
Ten reincarnations later
it got no better.
Eventually a fickle fortune
placed then in a broken elevator
four hours alone together,
a centuries-old hostility
finally evaporated
hearts melted.
A spiritual attraction
revealed to them
that they had always been
soul-mates!
They got hitched in a hot-pepper fever
It was love at last-sight,
it was not right,
it was a fatal karma
soon they plotted
to murder each other.
One was killed dead,
the other went to bed
happier.
On the day of equinox
you go on the necropolises
of the Past,
among phallic totems,
but the brain does not accept
abstract logic
of Hermes
and the conservative postulates,
intruding on you and those
from the necropolis ...
*****Sapiens is imperfect
and unfinished,
but your Ego-Consciousness
swears Zigmond recognizing it
his 100-year right.
Messiahism is a priority
and an award for millions
reincarnations
to ninety-ninth knee
and that you are not good
Christian sounds interesting
in the mouth of the arrogant's unbelieving.
You pass them contemptuous
slow to stop
in the last sense,
which the sipping of the blade
will turn into Nirvana ...
translation from Bulgarian: the author
He is like no other...... Only one....... yet one other may have the intelligence to understand, to understand him, his mind, his motives, his reincarnations and illuminations. There she is, over there, the stunningly beautiful and cerebrally if not spiritually gifted, the one they call Swashisa. We don't know, but at one time Destiny had its eyes fixed on both of them.
Every being that lapses before you
Is but a mere fluorescence
Illuminating your flaws
Elementary constellations
A façade of what you’ve become
Every strand of organic texture
Ejecting slivers of your identity
Every surface, every footprint
Annexed imagery
They are all reincarnations
Of past, present, and future mistakes
We are all scientists and teachers
Creators and explorers
Living within equations
Striving endlessly for solutions
When the solution lies before us
Viva La Imagism!