like Icarus choking on his wing’s wax
Phoenix too laden with ashes to rise
Sisyphus stoned by rock bottom
an Angel suffocating on its halo
the witch seeks to be a Fairy Queen
assembles the mirror of Self and
seeks solace in prayer and meditation
one cannot give what has not been received
Janus will have to gather a third face for the present
looking backward and forward does not suffice
to overcome the deluded nature of an illusion
the only permanent matter is impermanence
either one honestly grasps nascent reality
or corporeality strangles immanent awakening
the Buddha can transcend without fig tree or rice bowl
not every robe has to shine in bright orange
and yet a rainbow needs sunshine as well as dark clouds
tantra means woven together and providence
patchwork for the mosaic and tapestry of life
no more threadbare rags nor shards of broken magic
in wonder and marvel lie imagination and miracles
wisdom is knowing what can and cannot be changed
humility and serenity require arduous work
to achieve some degree of spiritual connection
she could not handle the truth
easier to live a lie
just the truth the whole truth nothing but the truth
does it still exist
when none believe reality its still truth
if all believe lies they are still falsehoods
authenticity captures facts that exist
cold hard facts metaphorically speaking
how do I substantiate its actual
is there a magic formular to follow
do I trust my instinct can it be misled
if its verisimilitude can I trust
being lifelike cannot be the whole answer
fakes can seem more actual than authentic
verifying requires a masters degree
some anomalies are true world or true life
says true fruit would they put fake fruit in the can
corporeality surely must exist
a physical body a truthful being
must be believed actual
"The Real World"
what you gonna do
when your world
is wrapped up in love
and all you've loved
taken away from you,
a hollow heart remains
an empty vacuum
the implosion,
of all you've loved
taken down the
black rabbit hole;
we were never the same
species, you and I,
we never were;
the smaller truth stolen
by the fallen, poisonouS;
Spider transfigures
into Snake,
boxing gloves on,
the soft satin punched
blue bird inside, wrong;
riding quills caged -
yet the true convicted,
now free ride takes
all of the memories
and time that should
have been yours;
another felonious
story written,
dreams buried
dreams tortured,
the real truth unseen,
bruised, rots away poetically;
what you gonna do
when your world
is wrapped up in love
and your eyes
are blind from all
the false light
hissing out,
around you
deflated corporeality
sucked up
in the endless
nightmare
of the real world,
no longer loving
the real lie
that is a fellon’s
camouflaged
world
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches ...
S.
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g.
'Midst corporeality exists the Divine
a Heavenly soul in this body of mine
Directing ethics to be suitable if it is accurate.
That should be clever to discover delight in any request.
I urge you to consider sharing; she must be relating.
Further, an ecstatic dream is there in the perceiving.
All that stands, may it arise upright and swither.
Also, when standing, restrain your ethical manner.
I invoke God for the soul who starts to suffer weensy.
Manage to be wary even with his corporeality.
May we be loyal to our egos and them to theirs?
Assume each one is eager to be their authentic selves?
Plus, may we be conveyed the shards to speak?
Insidiously, escape my wilful life as hastily as a streak.
If you don't alter your way, you must reinstill.
Hence, it may deviate from reality and be real.
Written: December 12, 2021
Silk roses stitched upon my linen pillow case
lace curtains parting, showing an aging moonlight still
A candle burns low atop my wood table
inviting me into a world of fantasied able
Hunger subsides at sundown as a gown of light appears
no I am not afraid of the mystical force of night;
Facelifted to the stars, I shine
like a metal compass turning by design
I am an old tattered bible reading to someone
in a home with no spaces or time;
Surreal as heaven this corporeality of make believe, all mine
I'm a light at the window a prayer on the heart,
remembering the warrior I once was, raised by magic
I turn to dusk and become a periwinkle shade of night
silk roses crease my pillow,
I'm more then ready, for this flight.
December 13, 2020
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Contest Name: It feels surreal
As morning arises I pop open
a canister of black silk.
Grounds of mellow yum
I will brew into a
dreamland cup.
My palate will swim
in the amber-mahogany
sea and carry my mind
to distant realms
of tranquil bliss;
a magical kiss
of ecstasy
as I float upon
celestial mind-seas.
By lunchtime,
mocha-mind has succumbed
to it’s favorite cappuccino;
for good measure, a pinch
of cinnamon will send me
to the ocean waves of
Jamaica’s sultry sun rays...ah...
the passion plays across
my tongue...
how I hate to return
to corporeality.
Nevertheless, I do,
secure in the knowledge,
that post-suppertime
I can settle down with
a warm caramel latte
and my cat’s warm body
snuggled in my lap.
Such moments
are honeyed treasures.
O, ecstasy of exhilaration
Heaven's heights nearly scaled
Knocking on the door of Consecration
To remove the Eternal Veil...
Holy Day's ended,world's again clouded
Plunged back into corporeality stifling
Celestial Palace in mist beshrouded
~ Grasp at Earthly straws so trifling
October 02, 2019
Here One Minute, Gone the Next Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Accidental empathy turns events nefariously,
Balancing on the fringe precariously.
Scarce perception for corporeality at hand or beyond,
Moments of clarity neglected too long.
To justify indifference, apathy, or malice,
The numb and oblivious sow seeds of the doubting callous.
Negotiating their toxic essence into a sinuous answer,
Regardless to propagating a pestilent cancer.
If it feels I can't be with you,
dream on, dream on
Subliminate corporeality,
embrace the hallucination
Repose for a moment,
or slumber away the years
Let the tranquility convince you,
I'm here, I'm here.
If sleep at night evades you,
daydream on, daydream on
The acuteness versus entity,
a yealding combat won
Stargazing at daybreak can be achieved
if you believe
For dreams are the most precious gift
you ever will recieve
24th August 2011
Corporeality cannot crop my soul
in metal rust, splinters and iron nails.
A blue electric needle,
and the punctured blood balloon;
Air bubbles escape through froth and foam,
And the eyes consigned
to the ritual of their sanguinary bath,
are sealed in the suffused heat;
they shut out the light;
The flicker and the flame
are destroyed.
The fire and the fumes had long devoured
the oriental tale of mud and mire,
The smoke and the smell of burnt flesh rush in;
the pain.
No place for contrition or consultation,
for grievance and repercussion;
The salvation lies in silence,
which is just a moment away…