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Premium Member Sun Unveils Herself

sun unveils herself
red sings out to carress her
shameless disarray
beckons her with his calling
greens from past lives fade away


(August 22nd, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Premium Member Morning Unveils Night

close your eyes to see

tangled hair and twisted thoughts

morning unveils night.

 

(January 18, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Continent Wide Yogic Carpet Ride Unveils Qualm

Bull eve me (Adam, whether existence
     fact or fiction),
     his immediate legion heirs whole
heartedly partook
     to regale no Joe king paternal prominence,
     sans legendary, fraternity,
     and consanguinity subsequently implemented

     faux pas threatening Nittany Lions role
attested by this papa, a curmudgeon
     resident of the North Pole
burrowed deep within tundra

necessitated drilling permafrost black hole
son, which boring task found me dissatisfied,
     asper penultimate existential goal
thus, I decided to sell coal
to New Castle, transported
     within loco motive conveyance 
     doubling up as fish bowl
decimated crossing Arctic
     great barrier reef Atoll

lauded me with mouthy gift horses,
     (one Mister Ed, adore
hubble hoof only high saddled
     Equus caballus neighing boar)

feted me, a hay er raising chore
followed by Mister Barns Noble encore
generation standing ovation,
     a deafening applause
     resonated across the floor
then an electrifying speech
     by (plan net fitness diehard) Albert Gore
describing raping, pillaging,

     And looting dip lore
able incursions as heath n (moor
or less opprobrious upon poor
sacred Mother Nature
     whimpering and softly doth roar
ring, now treated like a whore

telltale global devastation
     impossible to ignore agog
pollution extant across
     entire world wide web bog
gulls restorative legislation,
     when offal debris doth clog
estuaries, where watersheds habitat
     choking with despair,

thus imperative to grab hold collective
     figurative (corny as this may seem) ear
cuz jackknifed, irreparable,
     horrible gnashing fear
fully betokens catastrophic
     environmental fractured glare
ring hooker impailment here
and everywhere.


This Light Unveils

It’s not important what I know,
  but what I choose to feel

The facts once vital fall away,
  my fruit now fully peeled

The numbers orphaned, the glory waived,
  a whiter shade of pale

The music constant, the darkness gone,
  all truth—this light unveils

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

Premium Member Love unveils us from borrowed faces

Love unveils us from borrowed faces,
It tears them away, fear and longing, from the depths of our defeated chests.
I call it here "love," not just an anchor between shores of intertwined pulses,
But as a being of beings, a grace that leans on hidden branches.
Not in the naive, childish sense seeking solace in empty sweets,
But in the tenacious, honest sense of traversing untrodden paths -
A journey of purpose and restlessness, of pure risk and growth.
This love does not paint a smile on your face when you sit in peace,
But it is a fluttering of restless wings, daring to fly ceaselessly.
It pushes you to the edge of self-abyss, where you are less seen,
To sanctify in momentum and in the abyss, merging with the infinite human weep.
It does not let you sleep in the down of recognition, to be swayed by reflections,
Love - that stern mistress, polishes you in waves and waves of incomprehension.
It squeezes out the last drop of childish dreaming, dripped by insatiable desires,
And throws you back to the shore, transformed, with the soul of an awakened, fearless traveler.
Under the sky of this love, the world is never complete, always in a state of becoming,
Beyond the boundaries of comfort, an ecosystem of relentless evolution.
Embracing your mask in the flutter of wind confirms the balance and enchanted surrender,
You pass through fire and ice, unaware that this is the path to true known freedom.
And perhaps the true face is often more harshly drawn, less defined,
But love, in this world, turns windows into deep mirrors;
It makes us see ourselves not as separate singularities, but as interconnected islands,
Where the mask becomes a bridge between souls, and love - an ocean in which we dive without fear of swimming,
Aware now, that although we are born alone, together we shall grow.
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