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Lullaby of Time

Something broken,  

Something lost  

‘Til what they found  

Must pay the cost.  

 

What was broken?

A heart, a mind, a soul 

What was lost? 

Your faith, your way, your control

 

So what did they find?...

 

Never moving,  

Always bitter  

Alone, in this pain  

Alone, so they shiver.  

 

Why wouldn’t they move?

Body petrified, legs rooted, heart stoned

Why were they bitter?

Existence subsumed, emotions betrayed, violence condoned

 

...But what did they find?

 

Once joyful they sang 

Full of shine and glimmer  

Now heads hang,  

Hearts become still and dimmer.  

 

What was shining?

Their life, their vitality, their prime

Why is it dimming?

Sweet death, new decay, old time

But what is it they find?!

 

Forever wander in the mist,  

Or stray from the golden path, 

Be lost to the ether cold,  

Hope to find home at last.

Acceptant heart

We 
notice
deception.
It is condoned.
We too once fell down
but then we made amends,
thus so shall this weary soul,
so who are we to pass judgment?
Soul’s presence centred in the void is
vibrant, blissful, nonchalant and tranquil.

Dwelling thus in the time stretched pause, the gap
where intent of heart throbs yet holds back.
Action begins but does not end,
thus extinguishing bondage.
As witness consciousness,
as both form and space,
at each moment
void-centric
soul is
free.

I Went To Unpleasant Places

I went to unpleasant places
where there was no mention, 
or even a clear defination
of the Holy of the Holies!

Those unholy places were dens
of fornicators who condoned
anything immoral and naughty,
many youngsters became victims
being bought for pleasures;
there all sinners practiced
what was against morality...
nobody was sinless and kind!

I went to unpleasant places,
where they chanted hymns
to Hadan and sacrificed a life
on a blood-dripping altar;
that scene made me run far,
thinking I'd be the next to die!

Youthful Eros was worshipped
and at his feet they prostrated,
then they danced around him;
he had manacing eyes so grim!
" Hey, come closer, join the feast! "
They shouted, " God doesn't exist! "   

I went to unpleasant places,
to a town distant from the living;
there anything was allowed
to amoral gals and fellows escaping
the harsh judgement of others,
or being lynched by the crowd!

Your Beautiful

You’re beautiful to me;
Your smile, 
your laugh, 
even your deafening silence is beautiful to me.

You simply being you is something I love to see,
 something I love to embrace,
 and something I love to hear.

I wish I was able to call you mine, 
embrace you in a warm blanket of love and reassurance, 
and though I still can, 
it doesn’t convey the feelings I have for you. 

though I know they have to be condoned, 
something I have to keep off to the side, 
essentially on the back burner.

I wish to show you how you should be treated, 
how I want to treat you, 
yet I’m not aloud, 
There’s an invisible barrier that I can’t cross.

 I will still love you, regardless of what happens, 
because for now, 
our souls are intertwined in something that I can’t untangle. 

So for now,
 you shall be tangled 
within my soul.

Trying Times

Everyday, is a different, fresh new day.
I can either make the best of it, or waste it all away.

Shall I be happy with what I have and shut the complaining up? or move on and enjoy each moment living it up?

I can't help it sometimes, I've lived by myself, alone, with long stretches without God, family, and staying at home.

I can forgive myself, it's the forgetting that gets  me down, especially, when I see myself repeating a past, not so condoned.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm just breathing, but for a purpose worth being alive--my son's, my God, my so-called friend's, and my experienced past must be why.

Zen Mode

stuporous
guard down
past tendencies
rise within instinctively
manifesting as rage
condoned by ego
as being fleeting
thus leaving residue 
of past animal nature
within our radiant soul

the faint traces
of identity nurtured
enables us to bilocate
between the immanent
and the transcendent

unique wabi-sabi stains
like the spots on the moon
diminish not soul’s beauty
but rather accentuate
innate luminosity

we forgive ourself

21-March-2023

The Cardinal and the Rose

The church bell chimes in charming tone,
but watering the blooming rose plants
the cardinal is late for the evening Mass.
As he runs in haste in the squally wind,
his red Zucchetto takes a flight.

A cardinal then flies in the crimson sky,
in mid-air the Zucchetto wraps it around,
and turns into its red wings,
fluttering with blazing avian rhythm
in the floating fragrance of red rose.

The cardinal is allured by the red beauty,
flushed by the film of fiery patina,
harmonized with its own color.
In trance of love it swirls around the rose,
the tender petals fall scattered on the ground.

The spinning dance of the stimulated bird 
inadvertently razes the frail flower,
that blossomed specially for the Lord,
but its cardinal sin is condoned, 
for the cardinal is blind in love with the rose.

______________

January 14, 2023
Contest : The Cardinal And The Rose
Sponsored by : Craig Cornish

Look In the Mirror

Our parental will has been broken
The dreams we had for our children are lost
We had the best of intentions 
Now we’re incurring the cost

It happens so slowly
We coddle them and let them cry
We called it intuitive parenting
I call it Lord of the Flies

We selfishly rescued our children
We didn't account for the development of their brain
We wanted them to have better
So we robbed them of the growth that manifest from suffering and pain

We’ve validated their flawed positions
We monetarily reward their emotional truth
We don't want them to be hurt or embarrassed
So how dare you point out another view

Forever we've condoned their behavior 
We’ve defended by saying boys will be boys
Now we pay for an efficiency apartment 
Young adults with video toys

They say when a child does wrong
It’s the parents we should blame
Take a look in the mirror 
Perhaps this is why they rarely change?

Victory of the Fallen

Truth is the first casualty of war,
it's death is silent but its cries for help manage to reach afar.
Everything is done for the sake of nation,
this is the phrase used as an explanation.
The only people victorious in a war are the one's which are dead.
When one fight is over the other starts in search of daily bread.

Men on field die on either sides of border,
sobs of the widows and cries of the orphans can be heard in every corner.
Truth is twisted and represented,
lies are told and frenzy is created.

Truth doesn't matter in a war,
cause there is no truth when there is a war.
Truth is killed in the beginning,
so lies can be told after the killings.

Truth dies a slow death,
gasping for every last breath.
Yet no one notices it's disappearence,
war is fought better without its intereference.

The real truth is never known,
history repeats and the perpetrators are condoned.
Those who survive the war are haunted by the memories,
dejected and defeated waiting for their turn at the cemetery.



Date:17/03/22
Contest name:Is truth the first casualty of war.
Sponsor:Sotto Poet

A Murderous Soul

How can this murderous barbaric soul
Be allowed to exist or condoned
A mass murderer of so many innocent lives
Absolutely no mercy should be shown

This killer of humans should not exist
What gives this evil man the right
To posses a special atonement for past wrongs 
No one posssess an absolute right to life

There is no reason this scum should exist
For the slaughter of so many innocent lives
It is so immoral beyond human comprehesion
A piece of  times a million and five

Limitless Possibilities

Not too long ago,
humans were hunter-gatherers living in caves.
And along with the Neanderthals,
we figured out how to create fire.
But unlike them, we also learned how to sow crops,
domesticate animals, and construct shelters.
That edge allowed us to survive.
We developed language and writing
and invented tools that built cities and empires.
But we were not without fault,
for we condoned slavery and the slaughter of the innocent.
Both brutal and territorial,
we perfected genocide through the scourge of war. 
And yet, we persevered despite our flaws,
driven by intelligence and cunning.
We've made some progress towards accepting
each other's differences:
but we're not there yet.
We've learned to harness electricity,
achieve flight, and split the atom.
We even landed on the moon
and sent rovers to Mars.
Today, our planet is internet-connected
so that all of Man's accumulated knowledge
is as close as the phone in our hands.
We are an incredible species;
I can only guess what tomorrow will bring.
For we will continue to climb technology's ladder;
placing limitless possibilities
within everyone's reach.

Beyond Broken Beliefs

Her name was misery . . .
And it was the only thing she owned.
Any joy had now abandoned,
Leaving pain that wasn't condoned.

Somewhere, long ago, the need was 
Fed with false beliefs, that became true fear.
And it created a new reality, where
You could barely see and not hear.

With time, the loss was seen by
Most others, that would listen & attend.
Yet their grasp of the heartache would only
Repeat, and soon enough, it would only offend.

The history of this misfortune, was
Never owned by any fault or responsibility.
As you bled and screamed that of a victim,
With a passion lacking any civility.

If change is beyond the present, a
Future looks to be sad and solitary.
Where extremes become the accepted,
And the outlier beliefs, become hereditary.

Zero

Hardly does zero fidget
Wielding all the calculation rights of another digit,
In some environment wielding even the more;
In those said places showing 'How core',
By it a solver is dumped,
If by him neglectfully jumped...
The best Mathematician set ablaze,
If he doesn't make it his base.
The examiners tool for nullifying a performance 
Preparing candidates and exam for another romance,
Ones animosities against it to wait,
Until one has Mathematics abandoned...
Our fervor for it our lot -our fate,
Until we are no longer by calculus condoned.
Always your Zero prejudices hold over...
Still your finer, better option
With this spherical naught settle your ruction.

A Lesser Martyr

Balance is beautiful, 
symmetry looks clean 
Perfection, unattainable 
except maybe, in a dream 

Love may be delicate 
Yet incalculably strong 
Lies can bring us comfort 
when a truth, seems wrong 

Denial has a reason 
refusal, making sense 
Acceptance is unbearable 
vicarious life, might content

What really matters,
to me, perhaps others 
Condemned, or condoned
poetry’s my release, not to suffer

By
David Kavanagh

God Smiles

God Smiles!!

God looked down and smiled.
“Why are you smiling?’ asked the angel.
"I saw a former politician on the road,
Trying to survive," said he.

Self enrichment and debauchery,
That defy the laws of righteousness,
And non-stop crimes and cover-ups
Have been the litany of his life.

Acquiring wealth the wrong way,
Narrowing the paths of minorities,
Fattening himself on other's sufferings
Can never be condoned!

Sad, but his glory days are over;
No one cares for him now.
This is the end of every man
Who misuses his power!


There is a configuration of morality.
If you forget to follow it,
You cannot escape the consequences!
Said God, with a smile.

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