relentlessly flows on linear time
dragging us through enigmatic space
it is a silent yet brutal savagery remorseless
compelling us to trauma bond with pain and disgrace
to make matters worse, we know we are doomed to die
lost in myriad illusions, we seek solace in dreams
but what we cling to, slips through our fingers
as we drift rudderless in thought streams
senses operate in a limited bandwidth
limited too is our feeble, fragmented intellect
we watch helplessly as mind-body slowly decays
so taking control, all thought forms we opt to deselect
sans fragmented thought we discover awareness yet is
amplified and purified in the vibrant void of space
our false self falls away and we cease to sway
doing nothing, we imbibe divine grace
this transmutation is a metamorphosis
a caterpillar shape shifting into a butterfly
as such, how may we describe divine magnetism
unending waves of cascading bliss that makes us sigh
Categories:
deselect, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
Without truth ! there is no shore
so swimming in the endless
will be the struggle for ever more.
And no hope! Of a clear new dawn
Instead a myre, so deep , and truth
Is caged, beneath evils spawn.
Filth flows from mouths of the elected
choices to deselect are lost, gaslighted
humanity looks on, their basic needs rejected.
The irony is, you put them there!
these monsters of greed that have no care.
Categories:
deselect, irony,
Form: Rhyme
I watch as stillness spread over me
And now the crickets speak
For during the daylight they are concealed and meek
Earths soil must rest and cool
The moon beams like a fool
Night has transpired
And concealed day light that has expired
So now the eyes shall roam the forest
From the farthest of west to east
Alluring the minds apprehensions and testing its bravery
Of what may come to seek in the dark that may be unsavory
Rattling of leaves
And quiet distant, approach the evening thieves
And my breathe is shallow and still
As I walk slowly and mill
The day’s events do echo through the woodland
As though a friend had thoughts and my hand
Guiding me, hiding me from my deepest intellect
And my head won’t draw a closing and deselect
Till I clear my senses and rest for sleep
Categories:
deselect, introspectionmay, me,
Form: Lyric