Time divides the line,
We define the ride,
Coinciding with the Divine,
Colliding atoms combine,
Creating the outline,
The vibrations shine,
Aligned perfectly,
Reflecting colors in a design,
Collecting together intertwined,
Winding through space,
Finding a dense place,
Playing chase with particles,
Articulating a form,
The normal procedure,
Reality's best feature,
As we build our creature,
The teacher of this experience,
Experimenting with existence,
Measuring distance in increments,
Continuing to make imprints,
Each instant forever embossed,
No moment is ever lost,
Reach across your limits,
Admit you created it,
Sit within an open mind,
You'll find time open wide,
Dividing the line,
Between now and the Divine.
Bound by constructs of the mind,
We use Time to define,
The current line, we're Riding.
Coinciding with Destiny.
A Journey, set by You and Me,
Before we could see,
To experience Reality,
Separately.
Spontaneously designed,
We are Unified.
We are all Tied,
By a Chord,
Heading toward Victory.
No more Trickery,
Let your Truth set you free.
Be who your creator,
Made you to be.
Perfectly planted seeds,
Bringing harmony,
Disarming hate.
It's never too late.
Embrace our fate,
Change your mental state,
Dictate your place,
As a Divine Being,
Using Time,
Traveling as Space,
Helping evolve our race.
~=============================~
This is important to realize. This is really happening.
The prophecies of the Bible you deem a "fairytale" or
"non-literal" are coming to pass at a frightening speed.
If you find today's events to be coincidental coinciding coincidence with what was foretold, then I am astonished
in your incidental faith in accidental magic that is against
all mathematical probability-times a convergence of multiple instances...converging in the exact prophecied way, at the same time as the heavens have given us celestial signs like never before. As God has told," there will be signs in the moon the stars, distress of Nations..."
Mr. Gates, like Mr. Crowley,
you are a playing with people
using the Devil's tool-box.
You say in order to habitate in society
that it will be mandatory to have digital identification, vaccine data, biometrics,
compliance with ideology of the un-elected elite.
Are you not saying outright, that you and your people have taken over and are forcing us to do your will?
Just an over-educated bluegrass punk
Getting high on urbanised skunk
Gaultier suits by the score
Optimises this decadent whore.
Philosophising about modern art
Dadaism, creationism, where did it start
You are the police of the police.
Romanticising about Shelley, Byron, Keats.
Indifferent to world affairs
Indifferent to other people's cares
Just a contemporary Don Juan
With fake appeal and faker tan.
You imagine their sympathetic view
Coinciding with your imaginary you
Exalted ego in expensive channel
A fancy dress for a personality hell.
30,000 on your Facebook friends
Gives a popularity pretense
Look in the mirror and what do you see
A social media obsessed catastrophe.
COLLECTIONS
so relevant
to
explore
always
unashamedly
unsettling
swirls abound
reimagined
&rendered
figuratively
in
vigorous
scene
with
hints
of
the occasional
amidst
the static
immersive
perhaps holistic
fashioned
as a kind
of
contrast
a
triumph
of
allegory
represented
by
beauty
in energy
by way
of lightness
coinciding
with
the odd
vision
that’s
so precise
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Pain is moved in and changed me into someone I don't know. I served an eviction notice, but still it refuses to go.
It made itself right at home, comfortable inside my head. I told pain it wasn't welcome. I want to live alone instead.
I told it I don't have the room, it takes up to much space. I knew it would be much more at home in a darker, gloomier place.
I knew from the very first day. Without a question or any doubt. The two of us coinciding, was never going to work out.
I told it I don't like the way it leaves the house a mess. Or the volume of its constant thoughts when my brain begins to rest.
So I asked pain what it had planned, how long it thought it would stick around. Pain told me it would only leave, when the city of happiness is found.
I told pain if it didn't leave before it was too late.
The punishment would be permanent and the consequences great.
Since it absolutely refused to leave. I had to shut the house it lived in down.
A forced eviction to a pine box, six feet underground.
Fifteen minute utter cohesion exists
Selene umbra shielded is dust kissed
Coinciding of inland and coastal discs
Earth Moon orbit drawn in magnetism
Spherical cycled symmetry, safety given
Invisible fingers tap tunes to their rhythm
Red emits forbidden midnight miracle
Hottest wanton, dual crossing elliptical
Helios wavelength cottons moon's spool
26th May 2021
Aus will have prime view of blood super moon
Eclipse tonight
One month post
Kissing Kingsley
TONGUE TWISTER
Fantastic fun on scholastic enjoyment
assessing accessing accepting accent,
pointing permitting possible permutation,
claiming cunning clever combination,
sorting syllables on restricted selection
yielding rough tough pronunciation.
Neither fumbled nor jumbled being wobbled weak.
No boredom, speak random speedy quick.
Talk faster ignoring protester.
Wrap teeth and tongue to entrap
Ralph Malph’s mouth agape
bombarding bewildering audience
with competence, confidence
and coinciding Tongue- Twister.
01/11/21
Third Place
' Tongue Twister Challenge' Contest by Joe Sandler
Fireball rise red lazer ray has spear horizontal
Sending a shedding of angel wing span blessing
Busied birds converse beneath apricot mottle
From dawn huddle, welcome warmth suggesting
Splendour awaiting, drive Wednesday to Pacific
Three beach night stays after so long, a year's wait
Travel to shore infinite, lapped sand map terrific
Coinciding coastal followed day, I'll turn thirty eight
Egg fried ocean, toastily popped tomorrow's coast
Simmering indigo pot turns turquoise shimmer
Crash marvel intensified if today I'm able to boast
Comp entered in June has judged mine a winner
Whilst very unlikely my little poem will number
Against names recognised, English professors
Threw my lines in the mix so regret slid asunder
In the year of realising poetry's divine pleasures
22nd September
I no longer hear the songbirds sweetly singing,
and fear they've left, knowing what Winter is bringing:
yet I listen, each Dawn.
The crops in the fields are ripe and ready to pick,
coinciding with Summer's disappearing trick:
the dog days have moved on.
Shorter days and longer nights have picked up a chill:
and chrysanthemums have replaced the daffodil;
Summer has all but gone.
As Autumn's festival of color comes to pass,
Jack Frost transforms green into gold, amber, and brass;
as if with a crayon.
Swish tailed Hamish, gloss black Stallion
Proud prize show hero bore blue medallion
Champion head turner tenacious steed
Lonely hoof stomper longed for a companion
Incidence of coinciding reserved to imagine
Narrow minded owners oblivious to his need
High knee haughty mare trotted by his enclosure
Temptation's waft overcame limited exposure
Hamish neighed a friend request, - she agreed
Lake rippled muscle, alpha outraged neck tossed
Winner's whinny recognised chance may be lost
Breaking barriers now became a necessary deed
Chest of windswept lake assisted stable escape
Charging through victoriously, gate swung agape
Asked lady to dance, she daringly took the lead
Dust distubed finesse surpassed usual manuevres
Hamish whispered happily, " Forever, the two of us."
Most cherished equine paradise known while freed
28th July 2020
Written for Contest: Tail End Stanza
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Master of sparkle, sword flung hectic
Diamond burdened by prominance
Elements nestle alternate perspective
Reminder to find subdued reticence
Asserted facets swing, pushed to relent
Forces aligned beam counterpart division
To Father darkness diamond owes a debt
Brilliance exists with shadow's permission
Spectrum developed by coinciding
Refraction sends panes of rainbow
Travel appreciates eventual arriving
Target recognised by archer's arrow
Subtle reddish hues looms over Full Moon
Coinciding with harvest moon and Friday 13
Phenomenon that will reccur in 2029
Within a wave-particle duality, I create my own immortality,
My heart exists in a centrality where love conquers finality…
In a vinculum vortex viewing lines of symmetry are renewing,
Of light-emitting particles spewing clumping matter is gluing.
Distortions in time advance upon magnetic resonance expanse,
Molecular quantities enhance displaying their galactic dance…
With ambient anomalies abound subatomic atoms surround,
Where echoes of love compound incarnate desires rebound.
Frolicking through time and space of the occupants will displace,
The dawning of the human race competitors in the celestial chase…
Amidst hydrogen atoms colliding where the God particle is hiding,
Where we coexist upon coinciding amongst the divinities dividing.
Inspired by and in dedication to...my dear friend Maria Williams
In reference to her lastest post..."The Time Traveler"
Aug.06.2019
Winged Warrior
Not for any contest
Music by
Inner Space Journey -
Best Dreamy Dean Evenson
Relaxation Music
With female virtual voice
Obituary of DAVID FRED JONES-
Here we gather today to pay homage of a lost brother whom lived and died
We honor him with are presents as we mourn his lost of live in this plane and time.. Today we celebrate the life of he whom we know and loved..
Obituary
Name: David Fred Jones
Nicknames: Dave/Too Tall Tavid
Date of birth: Thursday 11th January 1979 (Age 40)
Star sign: Capricorn
Nationality: British
Ethnicity: Mixed
Social class: Middle class
Religion:Agnostic
Sexuality: Straight
Education: PhD Business and Political science College graduate
Political views: Left
Relationship status: in a relationship with Wade Emma Dean(engaged)
Probable age if death 62
Probably cause of death killed during an extreme ironing competition
Coinciding with chronic lower respiratory disease heart disease from falling off a cliff
Funeral noteworthy attendees...
Wade Emma Dean, aged 70 girlfriend
Weston Herb Norton 62 friend
Elsie Israel Jones (nee Craig) aged 92 mother
Maximus Sonny Jones 67 brother
Kelly Ashton Shannon ex girl friend
Rest
In
Peace
DAVID FRED JONES
~1/11/79-5/12/19~
5/12/19
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