Mystery Dizain Poems

My dear, hear me and not my perceived guilt
For my distancing quiet you demean
It is not a wall but a guard I built
To keep my...

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The shining sun’s luminous effulgence 
remains unknown but for a reflection
reminding the great star of its brilliance,
signalling need of manifestation,
that The one consciousness feels elation.
Take...

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The triad assumes deep significance,
the reality of each vibration,
subject, object and the means for parlance;
inward and outward breath plus cessation.
Creation, preservation, destruction,
threefold function of Holy...

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Tomorrows Not Yesterday

This nightmare drama so soon will perish.
I’ll remember the anguish but no  tear.
We  sort days for memories to cherish.
Yes! Resist all...

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An angry cloud hurls at him heavy drops
of water, and lightning hurls fiery balls;
a coin into his old tin rarely plops,
and an apple from a...

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I wake up to another hectic day,
then look at myself and ask," who are you?"
        Now I won't...

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of art -- I am her delirium
in a human's darkness
of being -- this Nothingness

our two worlds Paris
our illusions the street

there I catch my destiny
where her...

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Brocade frame with silver etches
creating a past's mystery
slices of life it refreshes,
against chilled dusk's pure scenery.
Will wonder's eyes engage and see
the beauty of a fallen...

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Hidden by glasses dark and thick, what color, the eyes that glimmer?
I often wondered at the intellect hidden deep in those orbs.
Wondered at the mystery...

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The world was a new and a fearful place
for all was mystery from land to sea
of salvation there was no need, no trace
and many say...

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Pondering the last mystery of life
What awaits us after our final breath
Through all history the stories are rife
Faith softening the dark specter of death
Hope for...

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What if it were only seven?
Or five?
Are the rules so strict in heaven?
Alive
sparked with energetic jive
tradition grooved in breast-fed mood
believing not that bucks are food
can...

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under the moon and murky alleyways
i roam with rats the mean and rain-slicked streets
a private eye, taking whatever pays
i search for her, whose husbands bloody...

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