jewel of Jesus
oh my God what on earth has become of you
the cross you bore and those days in the cave
torment and anguish all up in the clouds
diffusion dilution of promise and hope
you were to be the miraculous jewel in the crown
devoid of thorns that pierce our conscience
they tore the brilliance and cast it in alchemy
to thunderous applause of greed and contempt
gold myrrh and frankincense gone up in smoke
while divinity kinship humanity now burn in hell
warfare and anger instead of glorious peace
avarice material idols and rapacious destruction
hand me a loincloth point me back to the basics
guide me towards love kindness compassion
relieve me from fear and show me your beauty
you are way more than a historical artefact
You just walked away giving sudden shock .
My emotive urges were choked being blocked,
Entrance of my consciousness was closed and locked.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion ,
swimming and sinking in vague hazy notion.
Between conscious and subconscious state
I was neither to believe nor to accept,
actually you didn't look back even, but left.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
wishing intensity on dilution
Woke up from dreamy dormant drowsy desire
Me almost shattered losing you for ever.
‘There was no chance of your return’, I was clear.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and again to gain burning sensation.
Magic potion didn’t work giving me relief.
Took a chance being unaware of belief.
Pain persisting on humiliation and grief.
I dived into the cauldron of Magic Potion
and all in vain ! No recovery action.
You must taste just like urban art,
all that swag dripping from your smirk;
Contours of tag lines show your heart,
a masterpiece with skilled brushwork;
So stylish with that nouveau quirk,
your scent won’t abide dilution;
With a word you drive crowds berserk;
On the mic you’re revolution.
We pass through this world pretending we belong
Failing to consider we won’t be here very long
Clinging to the illusion we’re in control
Yet at the end of our dilution wait’s a graveyard hole
They’ll dig it wide and six feet deep
The guy who dig’s it will lose no sleep
We’re just one more stiff who pay's his bills.
Fill's his car and buy’s his meals
Darrell
began as a trickle
an occasional tingle
then became a torrent
fiery, potent and assertive
we speak of the bliss current
if descent be with awareness
we will be awake in duality
embodying light of God
without any dilution
in mind-body pod
our earth vessel
has a mind of its own
it subdues voice of soul
silence in turn negates ego
making us again blissful and whole
what is termed as enlightenment
is in truth merely waking up
who we are we recognise
life goes on as before
free from ego’s lies
back to magnetism
being pulse of Holy Spirit
bliss compels us to remain still
we transmute becoming the flame
living life in accordance with God’s will
Earth, with her fertile ground used all year round
Strong and consistent and new growth persistent
A yield from a field, and a brood of oakwood
Fire, he strikes a match, we start a new batch
Set smoke in a kiln and give life to a still
Begin the real process and start to excite our noses
Air sends a gust that bares a friend, anaerobic right till the end,
We lay it down with care and let the angels have their share.
Let’s give it some time, meanwhile I’ll write this rhyme
Water is here so pure and clean, always from the “world’s best” stream,
Drop-by-drop dilution, phenols and booze in solution
This ancient refreshment takes us closer to perfection
Spirit, In the base of a glencairn, it’s time for my tastebuds to learn,
I’ll give it a smell, a wee sip, and I can tell
That this for me, is exceptional whisky
Elements of a Dram
Earth, with a fertile ground used all year round
Strong and consistent and new growth persistent
A yield from a field, and a brood of oakwood
Fire, with the strike of a match, we start a new batch
Set smoke in a kiln and give life to a still
Begin the real process and start to excite our noses
Air, a gust bares a friend, anaerobic right till the end,
We lay it down with care and let the angels have their share.
Let’s give it some time, meanwhile I’ll write this rhyme
Water, so pure and clean, from the “world’s best” stream,
Drop-by-drop dilution, phenols and booze in solution
This ancient refreshment takes us closer to perfection
Spirit, In the base of a glencairn, it’s time for my tastebuds to learn,
I’ll give it a smell, a wee sip, and I can tell
That this for me, is exceptional whisky
Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!
Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler, snout, and shark
Are our chatting hallmark
We've no wealth, but good hearts
We excel in fine arts
Ta-ra-a bit we say
To 'see you later...' day
Though life is hard on us
We live it without fuss...!
28 June 2023
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We know that money is power
And has been all along
But now in Bitcoin’s hour
Our money is fully strong
No inflation from dilution
All value it retains
A useful grand solution
To safely grow our gains
Birthed by light from solar waves
Encrypted crystal backing
True ownership - its ledger saves
Every detail tracking
Bitcoin builds a “cross world” trust
Forming firm foundations
For making, trading, holding wealth
For people, groups, and nations
When we feel life flow has paused,
know subtle desires have caused
our awareness dilution;
staid stillness, the solution.
Mind and senses, by design
are meant to bind and confine
our soul’s fickle attention
here, in dynamic tension.
Adding further to our woe,
in space-time bondage we flow,
oblivious to the source
of our mind-body’s life force.
Bliss vivified silence
ends needless thought violence.
Joy thus should be our instinct,
each pore of our form, love inked.
13-August-2022
Read
Trees (solidity presenting)
Fluttering leaves
The light kissed plants merry with the wind free and clean
The rain stream glimmering to
a speckled burst of sun
Gentle easy rolling chuckle of
The sighing creek
Uncluttered sea green
Ah read the ripple (and if you hanker success that day, smell the dirt)
Read
The people prevarications (attendant chicanery) digitally respirating goofed on technology / hope's dilution on endless extension
Read
The blank vista
Cloud proclamations and
Twilights gold riddled clarification
That shall permit languishing
Books and songs have been my
Life's blood
But then it is just schmo/mooks mouthing off
Read
The perfect view point
To watch the world go
**** up
Soak up your/ time / space /
Up to
This eventual farewell / for now /
Read
We lament for what others can see.
a sense of self-congruity.
We yearn to be purified of flaws.
Also, sorting through the abuse.
grabs a hold of it via an inaccurate immersion.
utterly absurd.
What else are you going through?
It's quite reminiscent of a hologram.
the moment we crave a smidgeon of empathy.
Charmingly haphazard credibility.
Written: March 23, 2022
NEW BEGINNINGS
Never to get upset.
Ever stay optimist in stable state.
Whenever a door is closed, there opens another outlet.
Blocked your progress? How to succeed?
Endangered journey? How to proceed?
Glory of life inviting pollution?
Intensity of love facing dilution?
Not to put in dismay nor in distress.
New expectation may welcome to impress.
Inside cloud silver sparks to blend.
Giving up? No! New stairs to ascend.
Start novel venture after an end.
01/20/2021
Please, baby, please don't ever leave me all alone,
Always stay true to me as I'll be true to you.
Today and every day's time I must atone,
Tomorrow is ours to solve, we'll find each new clue.
You're my future and history, as one we'll write.
Losing you'd crease my most intelligent design,
Another woman would simply smear my intent,
Just as other men colored you outside the line,
Open hearts we share, 'round which we'll set a new tent.
Kindle ours, a hot flame that will never be doused.
"I am your man...", as Leonard sang, "..you're my woman."
Never have I been so absolutely aroused.
Einstein failed when searching for such a solution,
Not you and I, for we're the magic dilution.
As ego identity gradually recedes
centred in tranquil inner quietude
nestled in a continuum of stillness
bliss throb increases in magnitude
Occasionally acts need to be done
compelling indulgence of attention
yet recognising divine as the mover
we act that there be no bliss dilution
Recognising divine presence in all
we feel everywhere one heart beat
that there be no ripple in joyousness
the pulse of love is how all we greet
Observing acts arising from delusion
recognised as temporary aberration
our interaction proposing alignment
demeanour being a loving suggestion
The gains & losses and twists & turns
no longer part of our consciousness
all we seek is enhancing love quotient
in the energy field of singular Oneness
13-September-2020
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