Oblivious to love’s heat,
mind was unable to tweet
scents that pervaded the air,
seeking a lifelong affair.
Save in silence, we are bound
to dark desires that confound
but if we’re still, voids soon fill,
making swift ascent uphill.
Knowing we’ll return to dust,
to what avail’s savage lust,
denying us love’s embrace
and benedictions of grace?
May each breath be intimate,
wherein polarities mate,
that as bliss rapture heightens,
our soul’s auric field brightens.
Aligned with the cosmic hum,
we’ll feel God’s magnetism strum
thirty three notes on our spine,
making us on earth divine.
Being by thought forms decoyed,
bigots notice not the void,
falling to ego stalking,
they’re like a dead man walking.
A man who looks like the dead
Blood dripping he's just been feed
Still hungry for more
He rushed to people's door
When entered they chopped off his head
No matter how great or deadly we feel
the dead are feeling greater
and far more dead.
The living and dead are a two-sided mirror,
cops and robbers waving
at something they cannot see yet,
but they know a two-way mirror
when they see one.
The dead are more alive of course,
they no longer have to pay taxes
or funeral costs,
more time to about, being great.
The living make the best of things
and it's ever so peculiar
how hard it is for them to kill themselves.
unconscious mind
desires blinding
fears bind our soul
07-April-2023
As fears and desires oscillate,
although we stand at heaven’s gate,
we notice not bliss throbs within
our heart, for we go not therein,
being transfixed by narrow thought;
in a web of our making caught.
09-July-2022
Unconscious minds, perpetrators of pain,
oblivious to karma they accrue,
continue their feral sadism insane,
until grazed by the magnetic bliss dew;
then love enabled ~ destiny soul drew.
We are insentient to inner light,
being what we are, aglow day and night,
for free will’s chosen not path of wellness,
falling from grace, yet feeling not contrite,
shrouding luminescence of blissfulness.
22-April-2022
Fragrance of spring wafts through the air
Bliss pheromones display their flair
Nature’s in full bloom
Yet some hearts do not zoom
Until with love, they choose to pair
17-February-2022
17-05-2017
They say dead man tells no tale but I say he does
He's like an artist who picks up the mike
And sings any song he like
He's six feet under but his voice
Tells a tale he's written
Just listen attentively to what he says sadness and rapture
Reflects all over his picture
Because dead man does tell tales if chance given
Counting down from ten to one
Hypnotic trance ends, stupor comes undone
How then do we smoothly, from sleep awake
Who is the hypnotist, doing the shake-shake-shake
Find out now; dull awareness is no fun
22-July-2021
One became two and two, many
Each dream image, an ego form
Embarks upon its soul journey
Feeling currents, both cold and warm
Myriad objects, one subject
One became two and two, many
Soul awakes, when it stands erect
Aligned with love, free from worry
Dead men walking, is not funny
Immersed in feral thoughts savage
One became two and two, many
Imaginary is bondage
Oh hermit, awake in stillness
Search no more, for pastures sunny
Entwine now, with the That oneness
One became two and two, many
07-July-2021
time flies, we age
in bondage still
upstaged by fear
22-December-2020
It was Friday at the train station,
waiting to go home.
Stood there with hundreds of others,
I certainly wasn't alone.
Suddenly, I heard a yell,
I couldn't tell what it was about,
It was loud amongst the crowd,
a disturbing kind of shout.
As I got nearer things became clearer,
I could see more and more.
A man running away
and a body on the floor.
As I reached the scene
all that had been
became fuzzy in my head,
as I looked down at the ground,
I realised he was dead.
From the dead mans pocket,
a wad of cash poked out.
It seemed to me, that this must be,
what it was all about.
Then, that's when I saw
What I hadn't before...
So obvious on the ground ..
A kitchen knife, covered in blood.
The murderers weapon was found.
The police turned up with an ambulance too,
A policeman led me away
and said it was a man they knew.
They said he was a dealer
meeting buyers to do a deal
but the buyers had no intention of paying,
they were there to steal.
The policeman then thanked me
and said that I could go...
Will they ever catch the killer?
I doubt I'll ever know!
She's bound to know this time you lied.
She must have noticed when you kissed the bride.
The hand that lingered a little too long.
The softest kiss with a hint of tongue.
The longing look as you drew apart.
"The bastard, he must have slept with the tart."
The forced smile and the squinty eyes.
You just know she's disseminating all your lies.
The nervous walk, back to your table.
You want to run but know you're not able.
You try to make conversation but she's not talking.
That's when you know, you're a dead man walking.
Which is that aspect of me
Looming in delusional ennui
Numbed to innate inner sentience
Of bliss outpouring in innocence
winning his ticket home dishonorably, the victor lies in a ditch
12/23/2018
Contest: Winners and Losers
Sponsor: Silent One
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