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Dweller of Our Heart

“the essence in us is the same 
     as the essence of the sun” - Unseeking Seeker 

the essential elemental 
     that holy fire in everyone 
sparks the imagination 
     that enlightenment can come 
one day with a little intervention 
     not unlike solarizing flares, electrifying chairs 
and the unlimited power of the Son 
     some day with a lot of aspiring inspiration 
We’ll all spontaneously combust 
     it's all for one and one for all 
          seeking the Seeker
                that’s in all of us

The Land Of The Brave

God bless America, our guiding light
Together we stand, in faith and trust
United in hope, our hearts combust

 © daniel miltz

Infine Tether Bound

“Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable.” Quote by Aristotle

The aurora borealis glowed above us,  
Beckoning us to the stars,  
where meteoroids and asteroids challenge,  
microgravity becomes our new reality.  
stardust speckles our skin,  
creating an ethereal glow.  
I’m lost in your soul's windows,  
diving into your solar plexus,  
drowning in the Milky Way's whirlpool.  
Our bodies sweat, cosmic confetti bursts,  
celestial hallucinations haunt my mind,
my engine is ready to combust,  
asteroid ashes and space dust swirl.  
As our lifetime dissipates,  
I stitch my lifelines to your skin,  
in shimmering ink,
we await the encore of rebirth,  
new bodies formed from cracked constellations,  
descending from heaven's opalescent gate.

Ashes and Dust

In the cosmos of space and such
Floats a cloud of ashes and dust

When gravity takes hold it matters much
New stars are formed from ashes and dust 

Then planets appear without a rush
In left over matter of ashes and dust

On a small planet with a special crust
Life appears from ashes and dust

All life dies as all life must
Life returns to ashes and dust

Stars die when they no longer combust
Leaving clouds of ashes and dust

In the cosmos of space and such
Floats a cloud of ashes and dust

I couldn't talk about it, so I wrote a poem

No Rush

Hair brush through my hair, no rush.
The wrinkles will not slow, but time
slows on the satiny pillow, in throes.
The bed softly creaks as our eyes speak.
They do not stare as the fire sparks.
Familiar lips brush tender flesh, kindling
the oneness, the forever afterness.
The rush of internal flames combust
followed by serenity of tousled hair.
No rush to run bristles through my locks.

Like a Phoenix I Rise

Like A Phoenix I Rise
By lady Arabella 
 
Like a Phoenix in the ashes I rise above
With a heart full of kindness and love
Reborn from the pieces left  broken
From the words that were  left unspoken
But like a Phoenix I recuperate
In order to refocus and renovate
Even the strongest can  combust and can go up in flames
There’s no need to feel shame
Instead learn the lesson it’s trying to teach
Read these words that  are there to preach
And like a Phoenix rise from the ashes
Let your truth speak to the masses
Don’t hide behind the past and place blame
Just ensure you’re no longer the same
Like a Phoenix let yourself be re born again
Don’t dwell on you’re deign
Come back from it fiercer than ever
Ensure it’s ties you sever
Let it  all go up in flames
Watch it burn as you fight to reclaim
Like a Phoenix  learn to soar high and become reborn
It’s your time to be adorn
So rise  and learn to fly above
Remember during this time the importance of self love
Like a Phoenix from the ashes, it’s time to start over
Remember this is your  time for a changeover

Beginning the End

There must be a start
And a completion in time
To lay out the story
Of the developing mind

At the point of choice
There was cover of night
Only then, could beauty
Appear as manifested light

The KING of GLORY walked

Found His children in leaves
Under the tree of figs
He cursed that tree at the gate
For offering what it could never give

In the cool of the day
At dusk, he entered the garden
To become beaten flesh
For a heart that has willfully hardened

...against LOVE

The story has always been
About the beginning of the end
Time creatures can't comprehend
If they don't know TRUTH about SIN

It has nothing to do with behavior
Only the heart that created matter
Growing deception to combust
Dimensions of crystal...shattered

Gathering the Harvest

Reconciliation repairs
The highway has been rebuilt
Righteousness reigns
The WAY is sealed

Finally, LOVE FELLOWSHIPS w/MAN

Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-13-2023

Angel Rift Star Dust

Angel rift star dust

In one hand
The sun
In the other
The moon
In the mind 
The earth
In the heart 
The space to comprise it all

But I have skimmed the rim of the abyss
Stood on the edge of a ledge and blew it a kiss
Took a dive from so high to enjoy the freefall
Than I stayed for a day in the heart of sheol

I got those streamlined moves timed to avoid the hate
I got those sidelined hooves signed by the eye of fate

I'm dipping diamonds in gold for the souls that you sold
I'm lifting layers of lies from the beats you baptized

Using that haptic magic
Fantastic acoustic

Let the mind drift
The heart combust
Tripping on my angel rift star dust

Death Is Life

When I fall
Is unlike you
Your own flaw
Disown me laugh  

Im not just 
Please stop bothering
Wrongs may combust
Life keeps fathering 

When gnat bites
Don't kill it
Or set fights 
Though it's unfit

Check the cranny
The bulky nook 
Care like nanny 
Study Holy Book 

Life- a coin
You have head
And tail adjoin 
Without any thread

Strike a balance
With determined reason
Over pleasing abeyance 
In all season

Repent ye now
More after earth 
Is another life
Death don't kill

There, wrongs avow
No any rebirth
Hope may strife 
Only grace instill

Crazy Eye's

Half his mind is wandering loose
the other half leashed to a rabid poodle.
His toothy grin is as stable as a tropical monsoon.
He will internally combust one day,
if not, I will gladly light the fuse.

Home

Home


I am in the midst of a storm,
leaves slapping at me,
soaked and frightened,
looking for a path

I do not want to run to you
You with your thick blanket
and outstretched arms,
promising safety and warmth

I want to run
like a wild, demented thing,
incoherent, through the storm 
like fiery lightning strikes the trees
and makes them tremble and combust
like thunder growls,
primal and naked

I am in the midst of the storm,
wide-eyed, wondrous
home

Omnipresent Space

Omnipresent space, alive and aglow
This feeble form we encase is but dust
Invert polarity in stillness slow
In parity with void, feel form combust

Ego thought spirals, cover soul with rust
Yet cleansed once patterns of old we let go
Sans fears we vaporise, gaining God’s trust
Omnipresent space, alive and aglow

Flowing thus, in the boat that love does row
Love and light divine, transmutes body crust
God’s the source that does aliveness endow
This feeble form we encase is but dust

Oh weary hermit, God-connect’s a must
In resonance with love, gently seeds sow
False falls away - envy, anger and lust
Invert polarity in stillness slow

Abiding in stillness, feel our soul grow
Manifest within, magnetic bliss thrust
Into each node of form, does thus burrow
In parity with void, feel form combust

When with pulse of love, we choose to adjust
We embrace those, who ego deemed a foe
All then enabled, as was just discussed
God in-dwells our form, deep truth we now know
Omnipresent space

13-February-2022

Spare Me Your Disgust

I suggest, no, implore, spare me your disgust
When I am being my self … my imperfect self,
For even the finest iron has been known to rust

When exposed to the elements it must adjust
Like the perturbed perfectionist beside himself
I suggest, no, implore, spare me your disgust.

For some elements, unlike iron, will combust,
Perhaps when aggravated, not left on a shelf
For even the finest iron has been known to rust.

Your disgust signifies to me your utter distrust
Like some oft-abused, imaginary, holiday elf
I suggest, no, implore, spare me your disgust.

Is it that you covet some talent? If you must,
I have none … not even a meagre stash of pelf
For even the finest iron has been known to rust.

I feel the anguishing pangs of unrequited lust
While seeking metaphors alone by myself;
I suggest, no, implore, spare me your disgust
For even the finest iron has been known to rust.

written February 8, 2022

Goddess of Fire

Her power was the burn; she loved doing it.
She could snap and crackle an entire forest in minutes.
Engulfed, helpless, startled into submission.
She loved welding her sword of flames.

No forests? No worries. She could self combust.
Shooting her red, orange, and blue flames into the air.
The others stayed away, fearful of her strength and her temper.
She was an inferno now, loving her power to burn.

I Do Not Wish For Memory

I was unable to notice. 

That I was cycling through voices. 

I feel like a foggy shadow. 
 
I become possessed each night as the pain hollows. 

At least I can hide in my nightmares. 

Until I awaken to my lonely tears. 

At least there is solace-

And at least there is freedom in malice. 

As the memory loosens. 

I am able to walk away from the guilt and confusion. 

Soon this time in my life will combust. 

And I will wait for trauma to deteriorate like my trust.

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