Best Unwinding Poems
As time stood still in the presence of the King
Awaiting its order to commence
The King’s voice echoed throughout the universe
Silence ensued, loud and fierce!
The four winds ceased their stirrings
Planets froze in their stance
Blades of grass stood to attention
As time glided through its tubular channel
And began its appointed task
When a war raged in Heaven
A battle only Almighty God could win
The usurper was cast down towards earth
Brought slow, insiduous contamination
on an unimaginable scale and
Time remained forever tampered with
Now flowing backwards to begin anew
From the moment of birth, death comes stalking
Men lacking faith see wrong and call it right
And pride and ego brand minds and hearts
For the potent poison seeped through all
Every creature incredibly made would be tainted
For the author of sin now roams the earth
And peace since that moment, always eludes
Deception and illusions, endlessly, abound
Hatred and wars plague the seven continents
Families lie broken and the young despair
As our world unraveling spins out of control
Time will end when it arrives at its beginning
When the King will make all things anew
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Note: Random imaginings....thoughts as to why nothing is as it should be.
Caged soul, what makes you sob.
One fine day you’re free or forever barred.
Wonder why you shed tears;
I have surplus BLISS for all & you; should you ask.
What urges you survive - In awe I am, you subsist or have died.
Unwind yourself, my waif-like soul. Let me seize you there from here.
Unwind yourself for me if you tin.
I am the PARADISE every human should be in.
Hold my hand, you’re free to dream.
Of the shimmering sky that forever gleam,
The unsullied air you could evermore breathe,
Of the mountains you could perpetually reach,
Of the lover with who you could eternally be,
Of the valley at length that takes you to THEE.
Wonder who am I, my elfin soul? I am lone a figment of you UNTIED.
Foolishly I acted in her presence
After she left me ,realised her essence
an inextricable thread got removed, now my world looks palid
She embellished my life, like veggies to a salad
For she was the one guiding me when my mother wit crumbled
And now she is not there my life is back to jumble
Together we travelled to newer shores
Now a rambler, failing to manage even my basic chores
Acting as my spine , to counter the worldly sharks
Now In her absence I am again back to the dark
The world for me now is upside down
Snide stories being cooked by the entire town
As cool as it sounds but it's hard to be single
Festivals aren't more thrilling nor I feel any jingle
We both were at fault, but never bothered to resolve
Even though you wanted ,the trust element dissolved
Now you are with someone else , and it's too late
You won't be coming back to me ,
even on unfolding an expensive bait
and even if you wish to return conditions have now changed
cold breeze of differences repealing you away from my range
Ego breaks a relationship into sand
Deluding you, being the incharge
But making it slip from your hand
So reach out to your beloved ones , before it gets late
Any minute/large difference, confront it straight
Unwind your feelings without any hesitation
Else keep on cursing fate in perpetuation
That you failed to assuage it's gravity
Now Crying over it till eternity!!
Universe Unwinding
Wonder beyond
Glide through clouds of doubt
Take to the clear rising at the edge
Evident as the light of day takes you down
Explode there
Merge first…. yellow gold red beams with blue
Fold on the mighty winds of distant lost commands
Cosmic tumbles to where the universe might go
Draw away from temptations false steps in space
To all Moons and suns seen
There, the hole to the void looks through
Looks back at you
2 Mirrors face to face shine on themselves
In reflective endlessness in the dark
Making “nothing” no more or less their home
Avoid them if they shatter
Take flight on matter
Up front to the ever outward ends of time
Energy showers on in distant fractured lights
Becoming once again no more
A choice presents itself: to wind the strings
of memory around my longing state,
or find the breathless candle at the end
of a long corridor of time that still
keeps faith with light, that will invite a dream
to weave its wisdom, seize my mind and not
its melancholy, where the riches are.
There is some comfort, wallowing among
the callow simpering of tender angst
but it is temporal, its stumbling quest
will slumber fitfully, its rest in vain.
There is that candle, with its strength bestowed
in peace—its blazing fire of love fair strowed
upon a cosmic heart, outrageous in
its pretense to be frail.
It has become a flame transcendent in
its zeal for change, and as we watch the self
it is no more indulgence of the past,
but in its place, a gracious gathering
of an eternal now.
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butterflies flight broke...
living room’s filled with stale smoke
pink elephants would choke
coffeehouse soundtrack
americano in hand
muse with pen all set
Float to freedom
Burst and pop
to winds of change
on tides of red
Break emotion
Logic stops
as words ignite
and flood your head
Call the story
Conjure dreams
to lips still shaking
cold unthaw
Blow the bubbles
to the trees
and then sit back
and laugh in awe...
Embracing emptiness
I have no-self---service
completeness reigns
mindfulness walks the line.
//hockey ##### net ##### spun//
//sticky ####### with ####### sweat//
//hammock ###### ‘tween ###### oaks//
//huge ####### spider ####### content//
//in ####### late ####### Summer//
//her ##### strands ##### of ##### love//
//catching ############## bugs//
//dawn ######## to ######## dusk//
// ########### ‘til ########### //
//the #################### umpire//
//thinks ######### it ######### wise//
//to ################## unwind//
//to ################### satisfy//
//his ################### wife//
9/24/2021
Brain-fuzz falls like dandruff,
clearly the clarity of a strain-free smile
is back to work.
Summer is breaking its glass sky.
I'm unwinding a Slinky soul,
after a dark thought
dropped me into a subdivision of hell uninvited -
mind blisters are healing well.
A goose gray day,
I might have places to go
but know not the way.
The dice are under the cup
the runes are blind.
The hours will unravel,
I will follow the instructions
of a voice in my car
look for lost paths
and roads not yet found.
on a sandy beach
the rolling tide clears my mind
driving me off course
A tapestry lightly stitched,
a Turin shroud of time.
It is a vision of our birth and crucifixion.
a Jesus still ascending
while travelling our own via Dolorosa.
I glimpse of a Christhood rising
within both I and you.
Now the weave unwinds,
threads twist in a rootless wind.
Father, a spool of memories is unravelling
is it a nativity or an extinction?
Linen soaked in life or death
stains the same.