Becoming one with the universal pulse,
that coruscant hue endued vibrancy benign,
I eschew lethal inhibition toxic,
inhaling meteoric shards of,
effervescent mood boost capsules,
whilst power plugging brain dead cells,
into trancelike transmitters of prana,
unleashing channels stymied by a jinx,
healer, harbinger heroic of invisible field,
whose silver winged prowess pivotal
Cycle of life
Ring of length in a circuit
Circle of life
Wing of strength in a conduit
Flow of life vibrates and pricks
Electricity you can feel in needles and sticks
A game of a life-winning prize
A frame displayed in a live, lifting size
Cycle of life in you that charges and chime
Tracks of moving rings that hinges, not grime
Girdle of life that showers and embrace
Dwindling up and down like growers of God's grace
Circling the tree of life is your power
Power of cyclone that defines the tower
Tower of faith, hope and light
Light coruscant in the heat of the night
Cycle of life that grows in you
Rhythm in a wheel, spinning in loops and never halt in you
I stand here, spinning rhyme;
child of destiny, soul of time.
Born on this benighted sphere;
Absent grasp of why I'm here.
Summoned by a distant voice;
made aware of surfeit’s choice.
Confusion reigns, coruscant light;
alone I stand in abject plight.
I am static, prey of change;
I abhor the constant rearrange.
Portrait of all I abjure;
life a schism to endure.
Thus I let my spirit soar,
for I am meant for so much more.
Against the velvet backdrop of infinity,
majesty beyond effulgence’ grasp--
it stands to intermit the boundless void,
an orb of sapphire blue--resolute, in
disregard of eons passing, it withstands.
Now from cherished land arising, thunderous noise,
mingled with coruscant light--flames and
smoke of war. Weapons sold for profit, not to women
but to men and boys, whose errant thought is
lust for power, wealth and fleeting majesty.
In ages past was written of our dominion over things above
and unsullied ground beneath our feet. Unwritten but implied,
forgotten duty to act on behalf of earth.
Our failure this, we set ourselves before the world.
Better should dominion over self prevail.
Spring
Concupiscent foxes tame their offspring
Me thinks this is the first sign of spring.
Bumblebees bombinate above-head
As myriad dark clouds evaporate.
Daffodils undulate to the Zephyr
Snowdrops coruscant like Blake’s Faeries
A kaleidoscopic vision of buds and blooms
In our brittle hearts, making a large room.
Melodic voices of our babes
Joyous and a utopia trace
Nightingales sing a sweet song
Larks perform a pagan dance to the first bloom.
At last, Mother Earth sheds its dead skin
All creatures; great and small sing spring.
idealism of youth
mélange of
dreams and prayers—
disparate yet intertwined—
assembled in their thunderous ranks
to echo past myriad
gleaming colonnades that
buttress evermore eternity
self-betrayal and realization
stolid mind shattered
by coruscant might,
and one's irreverent yearn
in shards was rent asunder,
bereft of merit but who
transformed amid the filth—
banality dismissed
sorrow and reconciliation
grieving stream of years
torn from Chronos’
pavilions tattered—
first estranged but then
with fairness stemmed
life's passing entourage—
muted those who would upbraid
apotheosis
were you there
you might have seen
time begging after destiny,
which turned aside
what once had been—
transcendent he continued then
past worlds without an end
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