surfing the bardo in deep trance
before me appeared the goat head
I glanced at Baphomet askance
afraid to be by his hand led
as he pointed out at five gates
where dreams within dreams hypnotise
domains where dark desire checkmates
our soul’s light which first ebbs then dies
on waking up from this dark dream
a line of thought occurred to me
on what if life is a thought stream
for here too soul’s light I don’t see
so deepening contemplation
I paused in the vast vibrant void
poised therein in thought cessation
whence I saw soul’s light unalloyed
as pure awareness self-aware
drenched in bliss mists feeling complete
in a realm outside time and space
I remained still there as a dare
aligned with love’s sublime bliss beat
whence beholding clearly God’s face
with His heartbeat I chose to pair
exchanging a playful love tweet
entwined with Him in close embrace
As the presidential plane kissed the Alaskan ground,
I beheld Putin — the fox, the KGB man,
his boot pressing on soil once Russia’s own,
a chess master reclaiming forgotten squares.
Another jet descended. Trump emerged,
a merchant prince, an actor upon the stage,
his hand raised high over a land America bought,
yet Russia never forgot.
Shadows lengthened over this summit:
Will it weave a ceasefire for Ukraine?
Or shall vultures circle,
Europe’s hollow face speaking only through America’s tongue?
Putin has danced with them all —
Clinton, Bush, Obama, Biden —
and now, twice with Trump,
he checkmates the board with steady calm.
Where is Zelenskyy?
Wise, or merely a fool at the table of giants?
Will he steer his people toward dawn,
or cast them deeper into the furnace of war?
These are not questions for the blind.
Those who pierce the veil,
who read the game behind the gestures,
already know the answer.
History weeps, but power does not.
And in the silence of Alaska,
a cruel truth lingers like smoke:
The world is a stage,
and men are pawns—
until the fox decides otherwise.
Colorful or Chimera Contest 8-30-23
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Colorful
Separate the tangled tresses of black
Into the colored strands of sheer rainbows,
Release magic of marigold held back,
Mystery of amber lilac in rose.
Let sapphire soar again, where dreams wander,
Free soft amaranth in a bashful blush
Deliver cardinal’s song then ponder
Orange pizazz, crimson inferno’s rush.
Unbind the razzmatazz in raucous red
Unwind evergreen in shamrock dances
Untie amethyst thistles from tight threads
Loosen silk sable’s haunting hues of romance.
Liberate hidden checkmates of darkness
In bursting jubilees, banning starkness.
I live on the borderline
but never in a place that's mine
nowhere ever left to shine
i'm never perfectly fine.
Unpredictable
for everything, indictable
you really think my existence is condemnable?
i think you're full of bull.
anyone who wants can take me
they can try to break me
they'll shake me, try to wake me
but in the end they forsake me.
if there's a god he hates me
he knows my sins await me
with promises he baits me
he takes my hand and checkmates me
take my sanity
cleanse me of humanity
strip off all my vanity
you're left with profanity.
I'm never really fine
there's nowhere left to shine
never in a place that's mine
because i'm stuck on the borderline.