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Chaos and Calm

At the end of the breakwater
I stand between two extremes.
On one side, the bay's agitations
and hurl of water smashing
against boulders, on the other, 
the calm lick of waves 
barely rising above a ripple. 

Such division throws the mind
out of balance as if it seeks
an equilibrium, a point where
opposites are reconciled in a bland
soup of sameness. A hurried
scramble to find the predictable
in the messy tangles of chance.

The world is not like this.
Creation is born
out of the spewing throats 
of volcanoes, earth upheavals
and flooding rains then given
time in a pause to rest and put
together its masterpiece.

For us, storms, earthquakes, 
raging fires are seen as arrows 
of misfortune flung by nature
or vengeful gods. For creation
they are tools wielded out 
of a primary need, something 
beyond the grasp of mere earthly 
calibration. Praise be 
for chaos and calm,
the hammer and polish
of creation.

The Morning Star of Love

My eyes glittered into the eyes
Of thee who cast a spell on my heart 
They glanced each other with pleasure 
Upon hearing thy contralto voice,
Or seeing thy sight;
Thy presence in all:
I smiled with passion.
Under the proximity of the roof we communicated.
At last, we settled our funny dating.

We watched not each other of fear,
But overshadowed by the confidence of love 
We, albeit the impediments enhanced from outsiders,
Loved our dear selves innately.
Didn't they say we aren't fit to be dearer?
Bravo! that we hearkened not unto them.
My love for thee exceeded the heights of the stars—
Which could not be succumbed to fall.

Aye, our love was no fancy
'Twas agapic as the natural world itself
We both couldn't say we loved each other!

Balanced unto that time
Not till when some other person,
In his calibration incomparable to mine,
Bewitched my thee to make her fed up with me
Our love, therein, became fancy,
Thus, fancy! 'cause we were no longer dearer.
It went deep to my faith!
I thereafter realized the troth of the saying:
"The beginning of Trust is the end of Deception."

Will Power

Will power will power
In defining moments may build or demolish towers
Monuments and pyramids it really only takes a step
Yes not only that
Sweat drying into crystals
Droplets of effort driven by purpose

Choosing wisely what comes first and foremost
Suddenly shallow is cool
Discarding everything you once used as a tool
Don't you see?
This is deeper than a pool

Blowing racks chasing trends just to call on the parents
Pay as you live and the Rents due date is not up for extending
Living beyond your means
It seems you've been splurging
That's why you lacking
And for your plans you never implement
On the periphery you stay lurking

Its only actions and consistent actions
With due calibration that will change a vision to a reality
Yes you will probably find Prodigy on some
Selfish before you get kind type of flow
The resultant wave drilling through wells
Keeping God's  people hydrated
Seek synchrony with your Will power 
Forever keep your eyes open till you turn blind oh lord
God forbid

Will power
Will power, in defining moments may build or demolish towers

ProdigySpits I pray whatever I say 
finds a place in your head and sits

He Reimagines

He records the works of his life, the ephemera
he once scrawled onto the tissue thin,
thinking them indelible blueprints.
Most were fables told to a dying legend,
Pastimes, that were chariot wheels
for his little red wagon.

He is an inventor of sorts, an engineer
of impossibilities.
He accumulates metallurgical oddments
for mechanical artifacts
that have no purpose or point;
contrivances with strange gears.
attachments that bolt on to
only missing parts.

They are pieces of an assemblage
made to represent an unknowable idea.
He structures these devises
on the leeched rims of endless visions.

His minds darkened workshops
flicker with the light of kerosene lamps.
He needs shadows and the gleam of
yet undreamed dreams,
he needs gaslight eyes
while shaping the formless.
Nuts, bolts, levers, and steam driven
small brass sprockets
for the calibration of improbable elements
are his articles of faith.

A life he once constructed
falls apart little by little.
He now searches for stronger,
less breakable mechanisms
to put together, no matter that they
serve no purpose, other than
to girder and frame
featherweight straws in the wind.

Chlorophyll Drunkard

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Every calibration I do,
Blur to emerge the one weirdo.
Every navigate does syntax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.

I creep with my scornful envy,
And I know why they do beauty?
Because of an anticlimax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.

All gassing awkward in my brain,
Forever missing you the green.
Fill in my cephalothorax,
Oh, so higher at parallax.

Monk Mode

Stillness ever present scintillating;
softened attention our meditation,
doing nothing besides gently looking
at form and space, without calibration;
mindfulness our core orientation,
to each throb, receptive and attentive,
surrendered nonchalance non-reactive,
in joy and trust, welcoming magnetism,
be it gently purring or explosive,
each node within form, our sensorium.

08-January-2021

Slow Seduction

Slow seduction, with magnetism rising
Innate aliveness in celebration
Blissful, boundless rapture scintillating 
As lower mind slips into cessation

No measure or size or calibration 
What is, is simply joy enlivening
Upon mind body vaporisation 
Slow seduction, with magnetism rising

Feel in stillness, soma nectar dripping
Bliss renewal in continuation 
All chakras within, in rhythm dancing 
Innate aliveness in celebration

Our fervent heart cajoles divine union
Upon free will choosing therein melting
Fusion in heart manifests ignition 
Blissful, boundless rapture scintillating 

Agendaless presence, in joy singing
Draws in love divine by resonation 
One with oneness, upon surrendering
As lower mind slips into cessation

The tease divine, a dance in slow motion
The highs and lows of each pulse revealing
Sometimes purring and sometimes exploding
We dwell thus, in a climax unending
Slow seduction 

08-January-2021

Do Tell

Exacerbated with thought
by the subtraction of calculation
a frustrating calibration
Tongues twisting and turning 
Computing images of relations
extracting time and patience
withdrawing from allegations
telemarketing frustrations
With calls of aggravation
Irritating the mind, 

Hanging Up

" a light tongue twister lol"

Calibration of Calculations

An Unknown puzzling thought
One must calibrate
Then measure and calculate
With answered questions

Be it right or be it wrong
It is answered in your mind
You do not think as others do
these questions belong to you
A gift given to your mind

You move and wonder
In your own time
Not belonging to others
When paths are crossed
Confusion sets in
A recalculation of time

Eyes with sounds of mystery
Encourages new calibrations
Transforming into history
With the future never appearing
This gift of the present
Only last until your time

Runs Out

Egos Relentless Pursuit

Wherever there be subtle calibration
Delusion borne of ego is at play
Master of the art of persuasion 
Wherever there be subtle calibration
We remain flummoxed until cessation
Only in silence do we cease to sway
Wherever there be subtle calibration
Delusion borne of ego is at play

27-November-2020

A Moment Lost To Time

Coordinates require input, chance comes coincidentally,
Rendezvous a meeting point, your wandering aimlessly,
Vector on interception course, we cross paths randomly 
Anticipation is foresight, I never imagined such beauty,

Innocent palpitations strike, overwhelmed by nubility, 
Calibration nonessential, elegance exudes so naturally,
Reason is the difficult part, am I thinking irrationally,
Infatuation happens, pubescence outgrows captivity,

Desire lost in translation, god what is happening me,
Cannot understand, attractions growing exponentially,
Resistance futile, unconditional surrender I give freely,
Stay a little longer, for I’m helpless through invisibility,

Somehow you went away, disappearing into obscurity,
My only confession now, is yearning a crushed fantasy. 


By David Kavanagh

Idle Musings

how still is our stillness
and how empty is our emptiness 
here & now, moment to moment entwined 
if awareness within the linear time continuum 
be not free of the last remnants of ego residuum 

determiner of emptiness being an ego calibration 
succumbing thus are captive in collaboration 
unless vaporised in a continuum unbroken 
with Samadhi as permanent state
peak that never abates

06-September-2020

Bigger Shoulders

The love from these bigger versions of him is unparalleled
he has dad, mum and big sister, what an absolute colourway
for making his important existence temporize
the heavens know he needed this care, gratitude to his spokesperson
jumping from breast to chest to shoulders, what a bliss!
Passing through training, well cooked and garnished
enjoyment in full, even when comfort is febrile.
Comfortably picking his traits while on a piggy back
fine growth, in steady calibration is ongoing
oh no! Bigger is he for these pillars to gradually fade
another is born, the break is permanent
now a broader shoulder he is, the acquired strength he must revive.

A B C Dunk

Amazeballs
Backhanded
Calibration


AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted on February 19, 2019 for contest A THREE WORD POEM sponsored by BOBBY MAY  -  RANKED 2ND

Before We Are Smothered By Our Own Pollution

According to his scientists’ age and serious calibration
This half-ass earth life is merely a fleshly demonstration
To test each and every crooked politician and nation
To see where they like their minions in mass to vacation.

According to the king’s ambassador’s correction
We are going in a complete and opposite direction
We need to think about a heartfelt revolution 
Before we are all smothered by our own pollution

If our bunkers are not built of plutonium construction,
We might soon be feeling a bit of underlying obstruction
For this is not a mere simpleton’s warning demonstration, 
But rather a call for you to use your imagination.

If things continue environmentally in the same direction
You can throw away all thoughts of any kind of true affection
For we will be too busy trying to breathe as a gas-masked nation
To communicate, laugh, love, or take selfies, let alone vacation.

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