Simplicity
for today
in the light
of His existence.
invisible but liberating
everything
that separates
man from self
in
a permanent home
avoiding
abandonment
discovering
things
forward
backwards
collections
of
cataclysms
reign forever
dying
silent
valid
the desire to live
sheltered
from the storms
a
normal existence
intelligence
&a skill
sans
risk
on
this mysterious
path
bitterness
dies
a way back
for
inhabitants
outside
of themselves
motionless
a
place of eternity
glimmers
glimpsed
for a moment
then hidden
but
He is
still alive
to those
who
turn back
& confess
will find Him
&
see the reality
of
I am
in whom
the new life flows
to
the reborn
a chance
of new birth
necessary
for
the living
to
see the light
Harken! blasts of thunder
pressurised magma sears
Pyroclastic hearts collapse
a spanner jams the gears
Distended fiery fissures
augur unquantified fears
Cataclysms bring rupture
down path’s not very clear
Aneurysms bursting veins
popped drums burning ears
Brain function touch and go
haemorrhage out red tears
Earth ripping itself asunder
black raw ground appears
Man plugs his inner wounds
holding on to love so dear
By
David Kavanagh
Above the earth, the world of bitter wars and discord,
littered with broken promises and great oppressions,
glows a serene peace park, undisturbed by time;
people love to sing songs about it and imagine it
a divine sphere, reach it one day and roam around
free from earth's treasons, home to poets, philosophers,
statesmen, who brought only division and disorder.
Up there, above the earth, in the space between here and there,
lies the essence of existence, safely removed from the earth's
cataclysms, and the space explorers who want to conquer more
territory, just as their forefathers did in the new world, thinking nature
is for our picking, parodying peace.
Maintain serenity, don't look down, sign reads.
Galactic, cataclysmic echoes known
reflected off diamond pillars, thrown
into an abyss a sanctuary ancient:
no shout but whisper sentient,
lost in static, thunderous silence
to be forgotten for its loyalty's penance.
Whispers placed through time,
perhaps stars even, sublime,
words of no meaning nor purpose;
only of inquiry, beliefs thoughtless.
Questions not for knowledge's burden,
but for galactic mumbles internally spoken.
Sanctuary lost beyond star's belief
for which cataclysms feel no grief,
do not answer echoes in my mind.
Let loyalty be punished by uncertainty kind
and whispers dwindle in thunderous static:
nothings asked to silence galactic.
The world in our hands would impair devils
An unthinking thought more blissful
Than a wish fulfilling shooting star
Our missions would be charted out
To go on our victory dance one step at a time
For peacefully unifying the global eye
The lines in the hand of child would be uncorroded
With the scavenging paedophiles detonated
And their gardens be filled with natural joys and play
Food for the starving would be an essentia
Hunger and water a distant call before going to bed
Appetising the poor rather than greasing over fed palettes
We would delve deep into the human vein
Gushing with a universal religion of tolerance
That binds all colours rather than undermining faiths
Gigantic deeds would keep gory bloodsheds at bay
And young valiants would keep hearts of their fair
In strongholds for inopportune cataclysms
Global warming would be of a season gone by
Aerial reforestations and seed bombs for divergent climes
Would be the neatest stuff rather than bloody nukes
A day will come when life begins once again
When dragons burn out the archetype evils and
Dying values will sprout worldwide deliverance once again
April 9, 2016
Dan Kearley
Extinguishing is
The humanity with the
Cataclysms that are
Destroying ecosystem
Planet fauna and flora
Famine and wars rob
Thousands of precious lives in
A blink of an eye
Exterminating humans
With a great grade of nonsense
Eight Place
Only For Those NA's Contest
1-24-2016
It traveled at my side
for decades, unassuming
demanding nothing while I,
only mildly discontent, began
again the search for words
to trigger cataclysms of the mind
designed for me to revel in.
What other deep significance
affords an ordinary man
the vision that he needs
to carry out some purpose
for his life?
But light was there beside me.
And had I realized, inside.
There was a flash of time--
mine to behold, and I
not wise enough to summon it.
There are no formulae; I
have no advice for you
and it is not for sale.
But I heard it call, beating and rebounding
like the pulsing of the sea
across the pages of a history
birthed and then reborn,
for what is time?
The answer matters not at all.
I saw the light.
It is with some indifference
I watch the ages fade away
like disappearance of the night.
I saw the light!
~
Unforgotten dreams flow deep from within.
Forsaken beliefs drown in sorrow from sin.
Our hearts are hardened without faith and belief.
We will lose more freedoms, before any relief.
Traffic stops but continues to hide the truth, we seek.
Strong values build up into what is called weak.
Future divisions hold the key to what we will find.
Cataclysms’ true dealings that do not fade, only blind,
As stories unfold with un-known facts, it feeds.
These things are not what anyone ever needs.
We forget our past, the world is flat, it does end.
There is nothing to the west, for to seek or fend.
Though it was proven that this world is not flat,
Though it was proven westerly sails, proved that.
We hear now, there is nothing in space that will live.
Though soon we shall hear, what the frontier will give.
What it has given to us is technology that moves fast.
Beyond this new boundary, belief needs to truly last.
Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon
Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin'
Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral
But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral
Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental
Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power
Get devoured by my infinite skills to disappear
Getting lost in the Holocausts that rage between my ears
Complex like gravity
Tragically and mathematically
I defeat your squadron black magically
Analyze the tangle
As you get my mangled by my triangular rhythms
Systematic rotations of my words cause cataclysms
In the billow of mercurial cataclysms
Sharp as the pyrexia of igneous pebble stones
Upon my hindquarters I was cast
The circles that were established
Branded my skin with cancerous nightmares
Crafting the twisted love song ****ing my throat
Through the lavender haze I tread
Threatened by a medley of conundrums
The tongue legislating such echoes
‘tis the element I so daringly seek
If life be a mirror, then she is broken
And slit are my wrist by the shards of injustice
That tempted me into suicide of the soul
Guilty is my flesh to bare such sin
I breath pain..
Pushed off the edge of my deepest desire
I fall head first into an unforgiving grave
Where lay..
Counting my regrets as I sink into a timeless ebisk of pity
I'm a prisoner to my own cataclysms
Wasted was my life
And meaningless be death
But to spar me the torture of the present day
"to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature" William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601
towering redwoods
forest dwellers born before Christ’s time on Earth
spreading arms to lofty heights
dwellings provided in hollow, cave-like trunks
wrap your spirit in the redwood cocoon
feel the cool, dark air
refreshing body and spirit
refuge from summer’s heat
speak to me, redwood tree,
tell me of times past
when Native Americans cherished the land
and Jesus preached in Galilee
out of body, one with the redwood
journeying through history
living in a time tunnel
where past meets present
trees that know what man has forgotten
ancient tribes with sacred values
surviving earth-changing cataclysms
surrounding us with secrets to share
if we dare
dwell within
this broad, mystical expanse
redwoods’ memories
by Carolyn Devonshire
for Constance’s “The Tree” Contest
April 21, 2011
Erupting cataclysms open fresh wounds??
Overloading ever more strenuous times??
Rooting deeper in the darkest turmoil??
To blossom fuller through the depths of despair??
Jagged crevices stand erect??
Crumbling under time of hopeless entanglement??
The sacred sound of silence??
Echoing off chambers of solitude from time??
Shadowing calls from the ravens throat??
Stealing priceless blooms of regret??
Burying them deeper to plant seeds of bitterness??
No phoenix's return from the mists??
End of all ends to joyous abandonment??
As light is dimmed by falling ravens feathers??
Eclipsing every inspiration??
Softening the empty void the charred remains have filled??
In careless abandonment of emptiness
Tall trees and winter’s dismay
Empty hearts and cattle calls
Trusting no one save you and
Scattered love on forgotten walls
I love the way her lips
Curl when she tells a lie
A secret agreement between lovers
I promise and she cries
I think I do
I know she does
Killer’s eyes greet the morning
Lusty moans and sweaty brows
The thin line threatens to break
It’s far too late now
Rapture unforgiving as the night
Jumbled in a mixture of cement and love
The city is unforgiving
Love is as lust does
I know it now
But dare not speak
This is bigger than me
Cataclysms and tumbling virtue
A heartless fool I would be
If this lie is true
She has me now
What can I do?
Some say I have a way with words when truly most words have their way with me
And yes, I adore them best without any tautology
Caressing my psyche causing me to purr
Evoking emotions I never knew could occur
Incredible compilations of syllables
Precisely thrown together creating the unthinkable
To surreptitiously eschew
Grammatical errors innately out of the blue
Assembling phonetic chemistry
With sudden cognizance and poetic symmetry
Incessantly pondering over euphemisms
Reprieving the malediction of diction cataclysms
Putting to rest the Z’s in any onomatopoeia
Arranging every article and particle of speech to accentuate the main idea
With exact execution of the ultimate locution in sight
I peruse, comprehend, and write with exquisite delight
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