Beyond the Curtains of Night, there is No Time in the Ether
so, I pay Homage and take Solace to the Great Master Weaver
Wings Wide like Faravahar, I was Born Bright
Into the Sky, Head High, Full Fravashi Like
turn off the Lights watch the Razzle and Dazzle
To Become, I Ascend Celestial Tabernacles
Star Bound I'm a Star Djedi
Chasing Stars like Israelites,
Chasing Treasures like Ghost Ships wrought by Argonauts
Pulling Swords, I'm a Rolling Stone, Forging Legends like Camelot
Think Not! My Shield Wields Fire like Pendragon
like 7 Rishi Stars, I Journey the Havens like Sagan
it's Astronomical, my Zin is so Uru it's Prophetic
I Part Dross like Moses,
Plant Seeds, within a Fleeting Breeze life is just Star Dust
To Fly I Trust, To Live I Must
tuned in to the High Cypher my mind is Electrified
So Electric like Mozart with the Pen Of Life
Unto The Sun, yes my heart still burns like Saffron
Sway Bright like Luther on the Front Foot,
On The High Road
I Flame Forth Stoic Swords,
To Run With The Wind, To Become, on this Heroic Course
I Am Light Bright like a Wild Horse
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Ever Onward Into the Light and Beyond
Ever-Rising, The Ethereal Psalm
where Fire and Stars within Collide
a Paradise of Wisdom, a Flower Of Life
Ever-Inward Into realms Untouched
where the Souls Ablaze, In This I Trust
Ever-Propelled by the Solar Thrust
I Wind Drift like Stardust,
To Infinity I Must
The Everlasting Golden Pulse,
Ever-Upward The Spirits Cypher
Ever-Enduring, Ever-Righteous
Ever-Triumphant, Ever-Valiant
Forever I Untether Entrapments,
Soul Aura Gleaming On Galactic
Ever Press Forth by The Masters
Life Just A Wind Cypher
Through the Silence a hand that guides us,
Amidst the Sacred Void Of The Eternal Breath
Drifting the Expanse of the Conscious depths,
a lesson of life through the mortal flesh
the Great Mystery of Infinity, BEHOLD The Treasure Chest
The Golden Whisper it comes and goes
To and Fro the Everlasting Shores,
Dust in the wind surely we are
just a melody of Cosmic Memoirs,
The Immortal Requiem is the Universe
All Is Flow, Just a Windsurf
I ride the depths into the Awe Of Mysteries
Into the Oceans of Epiphanies,
Gliding the Riptide of the Great Venerated Hymn
and I Find the Key of Life, Within
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
Solve the riddle and give me a call.
We’ll forge ourselves a spiritual connection.
Whatever we can’t weld, we’ll solder.
If you can see the key to it all.
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
MENSA GROUPIES
O dubious malicious horribilus
cunnigfilux goodfornothingfilux nillux;
go to hellishbellish boomboodydoomland.
Mean notsoclean bullfart smellitnot
go punking dunking blunking monkeying
jumpingjack bigfat*** fullofmethanegas
evilus spiritus devious mischievous
coronavirus getitis gastritis meningitis,
run out helter skelter to wither thither
into a zypher cypher blither blackhole.
27.5.2020
You want to stay SLAVED TO THE MATRIX
The Machines Taking Over
Some can’t see The ONE
great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam
in an organized queue
so while attention of your
might be moderately rapt, this rue
stirring, hen pecked spouse
best stop digitally squawking sew
the ethereal essence can beak comb
brought to cypher awareness too
and in a figurative nutshell,
when doth a scrivener know when to quit
or tubby pointed rhetorical question -
at what juncture does any artisan
more prolific than yours truly
reckon that his/her faux masterpiece
can no longer be perfected?,
cuz further rit
dick kuel us tampering, potche ing, footsing,
would induce dedicated followers of mine
to undergo severe urge to wanna spit
or throw FAKE nipples,
subsequently they would feel tit
till late head, find this schlemiel
to end this plotz to whit!
FINIS.
In the melody of the night
Pitter pat pit pat pitter pat
The strings move towards
The harmonious, never flat
Hark, I hear the maidens play
Their enlightenment of the evening
Escaping the trolls of the day
Saving their sanity, quite believing
In the factors of music
Playing without discourse
Never a sour note from her fingers
And the drums all play with rhythm
The sound is nothing out of sorts
A factor of timbre and cypher
Being the mistress of song
She taps to the beat like it’s life itself
Tip tap tippity-tap tap tippity-tap
Sounds erupt with corruption
Being blasted
And words seem meaningless
Between the life of the song
And music being portrayed
By her fingertips, by the strings
And the tambourine playing along
Power within the internal play
Moving hearts to forever
Be at play
Russell Sivey
mini visors
providers
of
who
cypher
clone me another
forced lover
souls cover
discreet
sheets
sewn
me
complete
boomerang
kisses that defeat
fly me around your moon
breathe beyond consumed
meeting me
in
the
presence while here
never quite left there
surrounding fear
willing to share
loves collider
collected
blinding
sewing
mini visors
?
All of the colors
Placed throughout my desk and room
Words which to cypher
A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.
they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views
but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."
Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.
Immerse they say
Yawn in dawns of bright new days
Pillow canyons
blue blanket falls
Yarn gardens
tangled
listless
tall
Above wicker birds
endlessly high
is open firmament
a cotton down sky.
A door slowly opens in the still mezzanine,
within soft ivory forests and spiny mesquite trees.
Fleeting brisk laughter from vanishing imps
is our welcoming overture and beckons us in.
From a dark chasm we slowly emerge
Through a symbol, a door marked cypher and verge.
The door locked behind us, leaving us here
to wander in awe
for the rest of our years.
I hope you have enjoyed my words from transcended
Being, life and energy translated into spoken word
And metaphors, which is plural cause their mended
Constantly wilded from inside the cypher of a winged
soul.
But the truth is the doctors have fed me meds
Since I was a kid to keep out My creative doctrines
Three times I Was reprogramed by what majority said
And now comes the fourth forced mental ends
How many cycles for the numeric phalicy
The one and million American anti political
Cause two ideas to lead the world is war And chalice
Greed of the few.
That don't concern the working man but killed his son.
So if I don't survive the fourth ride
Remember I spoke my words true
They always came back to my side
no matter what They took of you.
You are the riddle I can't answer;
the mystery I can't unravel is you.
Every word a cryptic cypher,
hidden from me, even when in view.
Never no-ing, never yes-ing,
Always maybe; you keep me guessing.
Yet, around you, my heart does revolve.
You remain the puzzle I just can't solve.
So many secrets, never tell.
I lie awake into the night
And I wonder what the hell?
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