Impeach, O impalement?
O brass bull, burn the air?
Ancient torture, man? Lament.
Life is just not fair.
Blister up inside me, rage.
Boil within each vein.
Shatter, scatter, serene sage.
Agony, thy bane.
Berserker, thy story.
A hundred swords to one.
Covered in red glory?
It's gory, O my son.
Repayment? Before you die?
Debts to multiply.
Work or shirk or slick and sly?
Fry or fly, firefly?
Traps. They seem to set themselves.
Nose of mine, sniff out.
Cemetery, safe on shelves?
Deep delves, run red rout.
Fastener or flickering fog?
Sea-cliff, draped in mist?
Humanity, twice a cog.
Abyss, how you kissed.
Legacy, brutal thy blow.
Honored thus? Guess so.
Beggar, cryptic chains of woe?
Untouchable? No.
Ichor, wicker, nicker, knock.
Lines of chalk, thy block.
Silkworm, work with the cornstalk?
How the crows will talk...
There's a light within light; flame within flame...
There's a bloom within bloom; earth within earth...
There's space in a room; each cruise has an aim.
There's awareness dwelling in my mind's firth.
My chit, pure awareness beyond my mind,
Doesn't roam like my physique and psyche;
Though my thoughts and feelings are intertwined,
"I-am-ness" triumphs like the goddess Nike.
The eye of my eye sees when I wake or sleep.
It's always aware of my awareness.
Cognizance of my consciousness delves deep
into the vast vistas of my fulness.
If inner mirror blooms with timeless grace,
Am I the watcher, or the ghost I chase?
Looking eye to eye
deep into unlit black wells
no image returns—
two gazes share their feelings
staring into shared black holes.
Eye to eye within
again delves into blackness—
aware of blindness,
the mind grabs at the ether,
seeking guidance and substance.
Yet in the darkness,
we become aware in stealth
no context required—
awareness is the wellspring
to yen beyond perception.
The eye of the eye
sees nothing — yet knows it all,
at the edge of perception
awareness unfolding....
Now and then the past rushes over me.
Lost memories stealing my breaths away
as relentlessly as the churning sea.
Vivid become the years of yesterday.
Thoughts aimlessly adrift; or so it seems.
My mind clings to what feels like “should have beens.”
What thrills these reels; countless forgotten dreams.
Through the heartache and tears this soul still grins.
If others could see what’s inside of me;
perhaps they too could find part of themselves.
The kaleidoscope of identity
becomes crystal clear the further one delves.
Looking through the lens of time, I do see,
the frail face of the child; I used to be.
Looking into the mirror, again and again, my reflection slowly draws near,
with a breath, it twists my hands—and I know what it wants from me,
it has always envied what I love, despised what I adore with passion,
tonight it returns, her fingers lightly touch my lips,
tracing their outline like a lover, until she delves deep,
the blood flows, flesh scatters like shattered pearls on cold marble,
she has always loved me this way—broken, writhing, silently undone,
and today she wins again, steals my smile, leaves me drowning in pain,
this cycle will never end, each time I dare to smile,
she will return with a deeper hunger and crueler plans,
and she will revel in my ruin like a shadow that can't detach,
a dance of destruction, of love and hate mingling in the mirror.
Love, waiting to be found like a gentle dove
Turning enemies to companions
In the realm of all emotions, love stands tall
Not jealousy, pride, anger or awaiting our downfall
Your reflection shows our truest selves
One which we cannot hide
And in your embrace, hearts delves
Through trials and tribulations love stays strong
Like a beacon of hope in the coldest night long
Standing pure and true like
A treasure without measure
What a lovely language you speak
Even without uttering a word
I hear the harmony of your sweetest chords
A bond that connects heart to heart never fading, never torn apart
In you we find peace and solace
A joy that will never be erased
You protect, trust, hope and always persevere
Love never fails: it conquers never fall
A bond that intertwines from the depth of our heart.
Delve into your hearts, you will find love always there
God's eternal love, our shining hope
In your arms there's no room to fear
compelling
dreamlike
captivates
&unfolds
infuses
with
the dynamic
hybrid
interpretation
expressiveness
in
a mixed
narrative
upon
a
canvas
of
the
atmospheric
recesses
of
the subconscious
where
inspiration
transcend
the ordinary
&
delves
into
the symbolic
prompts imaginative
&collective
meaning
evoking
narrative
emotions
in a
lexicon
of
eniched
intensity
Ohio is right here, and the rattling gold of
earth-born corn is here.
All over creation the sky is wide open
and the green and yellow stalks are swaying
right here.
Here the wind-songs are rough and ready,
yet they are as holy as any prayer.
Over there a stand of trees
where the olive frocks of summer
sway and shimmy.
The mud and dirt here is as good as any,
all just as rich as anywhere else
and the grubbing creatures in and upon it
are our wealth
These fetched-up farm fields
are sure-enough an atlas,
the roots of heaven rise below us,
time delves and sprouts here,
the sky descends to till the soil.
This is the land beyond the great river,
the sun nests here, and the stars appear
reflected in up-turned eyes.
We are the unrolled map, we are rural Ohio,
come walk over the world here,
rest on a wayside bench, linger long
or stay - right here.
Sometimes it is hard to see God’s grace
Sometimes all I can do is be obedient with a smile on my face
Sometimes I can’t count it joy
Sometimes I become annoyed and annoy
Sometimes God in the cleft is His placement of place
Sometimes we will be exiled to isles
Sometimes the ashen gray of walls in cells
Sometimes I need Gilead’s balm
Sometimes I need to pray a psalm
God protects us with His wings or His angels
Sometimes as the Apostle John
Hetoimazo atimazo hyper ton Theon
Sometimes as the Apostle Paul
And Jeremiah during Jerusalem’s fall
God will always provide the proper direction
A way out He will always provide
If our will with God’s will coincide
To think His thoughts after Him
To bring all our struggles and cares to Him
Enduring as a soldier or Christ’s bride
The exile of a writer is God’s protection
To head in His direction
Of course, we are all sinners fallen short
Accused continually in God’s court
Remember this is under God’s discretion
Sometimes see that God is graciously
Protecting you even if confined spaciously
From others and ourselves
Searching the depths, the Spirit delves
Advancing one and the many patiently
Ancient maps,
streaked with stars,
charted paths unknown.
But oceans are vast,
a whispered warning:
the world too wide.
Stars explode,
a symphony of light,
a universe in flux.
But what is hidden
behind that cosmic cloud?
Our minds yearned,
but our vision blurred.
Humanity delves,
with sharpened minds,
seeking to unlock
nature's hidden code.
Yet the universe
whispers in quanta:
a mystery endures.
Concrete canyons
climb for the heavens,
our aspirations are vast.
Yet, the earth gasps,
her lungs constricted,
our impact lingers.
Our minds reach,
but grasp at phantoms,
caught in the cycle.
To create and destroy,
then recreate,
the endless dance.
To see ourselves
in the starry void,
is to recognize,
both vast potential,
and finite flaws.
For even stars
have a final burn.
We are creatures
of yearning and longing,
ever searching,
forever bound,
to the dance of the universe.
As the sun surrenders to the moon
The world falls asleep too soon
And the mind whispers secrets to the soul
In silence, the soul begins its search.
First, it unearths the actions you regret
Moments declined, decisions accepted
It delves deep into your intentions
Those laid out, and those yet to take form.
In silence, the soul seeks lost opportunities
The failures born of choices mad
Chances offered, but left not taken
A silent reckoning in the quiet of night.
The soul never truly sleeps
It hunts for answers to the heart’s desires
Questions burn, yet go unanswered
All within the stillness of the soul’s silence.
In the vast expanse of the cosmos, the allure of exploring beyond our own universe beckons.
Through the lens of imagination, dream walking emerges as a metaphorical journey, transcending physical limitations.
Traveling at the speed of thought, one delves into the mysteries of alternate universes, propelled by curiosity and the quest for knowledge.
While science fiction often depicts such voyages, theoretical physics offers tantalizing concepts like wormholes and multiverse theory, suggesting the plausibility of traversing cosmic boundaries.
Thus, in the realm of dreams and scientific speculation, the adventure of exploring distant universes awaits the intrepid dream walker.
"You are a volume in the divine book. A mirror to the power that created the universe. Whatever you want, ask of it yourself. Whatever you are looking for can only be found Inside of you." ~~ Rumi ~~
To know I am the answer. Feel what’s mine.
Threads of destiny weaved in every line,
In the pages of the almighty script,
To feel all my desires so tightly gripped.
A part of something greater, yet untold.
Watched through mirrors, the universe unfold.
As true solace stems from the spirit’s whim.
My journey ends with me. I won’t ask Him.
It's well known He helps those that help themselves.
Salvation is my right, how far it delves.
Wisdom’s sacrosanct of what I can do.
Flying toward a tiny patch of blue.
I crave the mirrored heart of creation.
I am seeking my own explanation.
Title: Defining true happiness
Defining true happiness is a complex activity, but today I found the answer, all shadows and sounding delves into a moment of silence as I smile due to the amusement of defining true happiness.
Your name is complex but you define it in person, I stand in the darkness all day alone, without no one to be with me, but when you passed by you shade life and awoke all sleeping spirits.
The world has many definitions of happiness others say it is satisfaction, other people say it is overwhelming joy but I have found the answer and you are the answer.
Thank you for meeting you but life has its own plan.
We meet people daily, they come and go.
But one thing we should keep are the memories of the people we encounter in our everyday life.
His voice has a face;
It has features of its own.
It gazes deep into my eyes
and delves deep into my soul.
His voice is a smooth ocean breeze
On a bright sunny summer day:
Fresh, fluffy, and dreamlike,
Sweet as a whisper of sunshine.
His voice is a pianist
Studying the keys of my heart.
It blazes against my skin,
And freezes me all at once.
His voice violently tears the darkness,
gently cradles my heart.
His voice is a luxury;
Five senses,
Seven sins,
A sky that holds a million stars. . .
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