tranquil at the source
bliss charters our course
where calm like a lake
presence is awake
the here now renews
enlivening hues
of bliss magnetism
in body-mind prism
lower mind at rest
no load on our chest
we witness this dream
atop love’s moonbeam
Principles of mod
Cantor is interlopers
and Cantrix is a
romantic saboteur.
Mixolydian is there
religion Lydian the
emotional character
in description of
"the Sleaze or
there way of Being"
sai this way of performing
is the sense of shoddiness
defined by there acts
which is due to the fact
of Cantrix and Cantor's
disloyalty to there
defined roles.
Charters in the Scripts
of love they deviate from
the purpose of there
togetherness and are seen
as misleading in the presence
of there audience.
.Core motivations needed
definedment because they are
obligated to others
Assocate members found
them in Chaos as there passions
for one another showed on stage.
Limiting there perform
and replacing them
were mentioned.
Guitar and Saxophone were seen as sexy
but this performance
scale back that assessment.
Recognising this form is dust,
an urn shaped from Mother Earth’s crust,
enlivened by the touch of God,
we feel each heartbeat as love’s thrust.
To get to the source, heart is thawed,
that thus by giving love our nod,
in stillness we get to the source,
gentling touch, as conscience does prod.
As life then charters its own course,
soul ascends without use of force,
revealing that life’s but a dream,
where we repay debts through remorse.
Ego spawns desires, then thoughts stream,
pursuing which, we let off steam
but come what may, we’re doomed to fail,
because things are not what they seem.
The code of love is penned in braille,
that even the blind may set sail,
going way beyond time and space,
where dark fears no longer assail.
One with oneness, invoking grace,
steps towards heaven we retrace,
by our soul’s choice to vaporise,
that lower mind we thus deface.
Wonderstruck each morn at sunrise,
witnessing each breath in surprise,
clear light dawns, even as we yawn,
whence transformed as light, ego dies.
In the midst of many, here we are alone,
vibrant and yet feeling a pang of regret,
being unable to transmit bliss we own
and though it makes sense to let go and forget,
knowing we’re soul and not this mind-body clone,
the fact we cannot share, makes us feel upset.
Our dilemma is dark delusion of course,
since guided by God, each soul charters its course.
It’s gotten to this
that all there’s is bliss,
be it day or night,
heightening delight.
In heavenly glades,
the outer world fades,
for we’re at a place,
that’s suffused with grace.
To become as such,
release thought flow crutch
and simply just be,
in staid silence free.
All scriptures affirm,
truth of love’s bliss burn
and heart’s the centre,
where we must enter.
Love charters the course
but employs no force
and so waits for us,
to board God’s bliss bus.
01-April-2023
A cold breeze and a beautiful sunset
I fell in love when they say you're not set(tled)
your hand in mine
and that's all i want
to drive across the world
like a madmen with fables, wine and a wand
At the break of the dawn
We eat and pray to gods
like children we play
like kids we laugh
it's all in one and one in all
there grows a tree of love among us
friendship, is it ,what we call
The sunset might not last
but let's wait for the night
a little more talk and a little more wine
we watch each other naked
not in body but in facet
we found love in the night sky
the night was calm and soothing like a lullaby
the words were touching
and the road told the stories on each side
A smile was caught and kissed back by the night sky
we still wander about the wild side
the roads not taken
the charters not explored
taking some time off the feeling overboard
let's keep it a secret or mademen's fable to go by
we wish to open our hearts to someone and see
if this isn't our time to say goodbye
Requiem
The map to Requiem
Is often long, confused, and composed
By differing charters...Also
Too layered to sort. So many movements!
Even the very shortest of lives
Could story a magnum opus
When tracked to its core.
A Requiem for one elderly
Could fill an orchestra’s entire concert
Season of song!
The roads to a Requiem
Course singularly in God’s memory,
Fully in the graces of his harmony.
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U
(c). Sally Young-Eslinger 9/1/2020
With help from Antonio Vivaldi
***Thank be to God!
The Story line: Famous People who are Unknown
Famous Charters: John Doe and Jane Doe
The story setting will begin in the Country morgue
First Page:
John and Jane lay on a flat plane
Toe tags a colored cream
Cold as ice stuck in a drawer
With two famous unknown names
(Just a small taste of this book filled with action and adventure)
Intricate dull summer, autumn's scourge,
Dog day noons, sultry dusk undress the night,
Mirage, sweaty foreheads entertain an oasis,
Rise of Fall, leaves, plot ere barked disguises,
Autumn's quarrels, chartreuse hawks verdant green hue,
Spar shades, tones, pigments re, imagination,
Expelled from hold, abandon o'er cold,
Huddled neath shedding sunshades,
Sun pierced, stains owned ardor brown,
Wrinkled facing fertile lengthened passage,
Refreshed, sprouts anew,
Laments a stabled tree near a rippling brook,
Transpires driven, meaning sustained, neath or aloft,
Gravitation charters its progress,
Ingenuous source served natural throat that thirsts beyond,
Prompt wintry ice, obscure its way, not bar its exemplary flow,
Gratification expounded, outpours inside the expanse,
Breeding fluidity, according to varied species of life on Terra.
2019 October 07
howmanysyllables
14 lines x 10 syllables = 140 syllables
Superfluous, abundant, saturated with fat,
Filled to the max on each floor,
She gorges herself with all that we earn,
Then, defiantly, still demands more,
More of ourselves, more of our life,
She demands we play by her rules,
Of intricate policies of bylaws and charters,
Funding police, health and schools,
And we continue to feed her, every day of the year,
Feed her till the first of July,
Whence she returns back to the people,
And pleads a year’s further supply,
She’s our government of people, for all of the people,
Bureaucratically she’s stratified,
To gorge on us to give all of us,
The chance to be satisfied.
Nature's love ways are sometimes cruel but fair;
Balanced charters set with no inspection;
A lover's passage laid for those who dare;
Full hearts so often blind to reflection.
Seek not a path set straight as science rule;
Or luscious greenery bathed in brilliance;
Fake thoroughfares may deviate to fool;
And there be Jesters with their dalliance.
Should choices prove this match to be quite true;
Bounties offered up for tough courses stayed;
That cherished patch takes on a purple hue;
And ushers in a time for accolades.
With each desirous step nirvana nears;
And obstacles once troubling set to side;
So knowing this and setting by all fears;
Will you match me then my darling stride for stride.
beaming bleached grins of ivory predation
touching the tip of the steel heart severing love
eyeless lipless and formless feeling all life
forms wrinkled impulses warring like sexes
seeking paradise in the white exhalation of death
expanding minutes into eons of shadows feeding
cells populating the flesh of living loaves rising
being passed from mouth to grave nourishing reflections
deforming the scroll of experience scrawling live evil
…the wedded heretic
…time makes the law tick
…twitches of revolution stagnate
…in bacteria infested charters
seek the door—wider than the sky—hallowed candles sing darkened dreams…
Greek fornicators plunder Christ’s scream
within the gray clouds of Golgotha
sail the trembling ghosts…
to change the charter of rights , to make claims and take from victims white collar criminals secrets lies against ones that entrusted them hateful actions and words these men shared for reasons of secondary gains losses of ours are placed in ther trust and no one will act against them terrorized and destitute
, wrongfully done gangs criminals not right or allow them to do this to act against all rules and laws charters dscrimiaion hatred prejudices , soon to take over
secrets and lies if they can take point and blame you too may be next in line
happened to me without rights and hated and lost and lied to no rights
what is ours and rights insurances proerties all taken an used in this lawyers own legal fees , and lies about the actual amount
believe in god and have faith one day their actions will be transarent and all wil see how this can not bring us back to the days before human rights the the charter of rights right and wrong above the laws ca not be done by these lawyers or any man we all have to respect and believe in god , and in justice system. for all every man woman and child .
and not treated like i had died.
disclaimer
Why did our fathers’ fence fell
And the fortunes of our motherland thrown into the well?
-Like a veteran midwife with the history of abortions
We have failed to hatch the golden eggs of our pride and passions.
Why did our laws turn flaws
And charlatans made our charters grow claws?
-Like the bright beam of utopia before reality
Light have failed to go beyond the dark cobweb of our fantasy
Why did our lands turn islands
And the gloomy cloud shielded the truth of reality from our minds?
-Like a plagiarized poem before a forensic expert
Our political spies cannot fathom the faulty tone in our country’s concert.
Why did our sages’ pages fade?
And our green garden grows too thick for the saintly spade?
-Like the termite that is sentenced to die in sawmill
Corruption has glued itself to our land and blown up our bill.
Time! I say time will tell,
One day the snail will not be shielded by its shell
-Like the shadow behind the man that leaves his shelter ,
The belittled bush meat will hunt and catch the hunter.
" Halloween "
Little trick-or-treaters
roaming autum streets
Filling up their little bags
with sweet yummy treats.
As they run from house to house
collecting all their candy
the children love this time of year
Halloween is pretty dandy.
Some kids are looking cute
some look really scary
most are cartoon charters
and some beast really hairy.
I saw a golden angel
as she looked so cute
then I saw a little boy
dressed just like a brute.
There were many young ones
out with mom and dad
having such a great time
protected and real glad.
All of the little children
were having such a blast
Halloween can never be
a thing that once has past.
Most of the older teen's
are going out to dance
hoping that they find themselves
a love with some romance.
Halloween, is loved by all
a pleasant time of the year
the little ghost and goblins
may even stir your fear...
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