Stanza 1
Lost in a loop again,
Where assurances polished,
But actions stay missing.
Stanza 2
Lost in a loop again,
Hearing lips craft carefully
Sentences,
That collapse once the room
ejects.
Stanza 3
Lost in a loop again,
Where apologies come
Pre-packaged,
But accountability never
Conveys.
Stanza 4
Lost in a loop again,
Listening to voices rehearse
Integrity,
Like a script they never intend to perform.
Stanza 5
Lost in a loop again,
Caught between what they
Say
And what they refuse to do.
Stanza 6
Lost in a loop again,
And the echo becomes a
Warning,
That lip service is just
Another silence.
forest limbs swing wide
tails vanish betwixt the leaves
hands learn to hold stones
muscle and thought entwining-
shaping the first fragile edge
soul entered the fray
moulding spiritual form
eyes afire with zeal-
humanoid stalks the garden
a king calling the beasts names
flint sparks in cold caves
shadows dance on raw stone walls
stories find their voice-
the stone mason stands upright
stone flint and fire seize the day
now man shapes in steel
threads thought through silver-net mesh
words flap without wings-
man beyond his own making
ejects the flaws he once bore
circuits wear the crown
king of beasts remade in steel
hands that never tire-
maker bows to better made
behold the mirror ascends
Tut, tut, we’ve got ourselves a rain!
The ram pump’s singing songs again.
Up and down it pumps along
The foot valve clanging like a gong.
And it will run until rain slows,
The pond is full and overflows.
I gotta say I love the way
The pump ejects its two arced sprays.
The tanks, high upon the hill,
Have ample room within them still.
And though the rain is near complete,
To play this way is pretty sweet.
I
Language is the water of the universe:
"I love u" is both true and untrue
Just as water kills and saves, freezes and flows
God speaks : "I LOVE" unfolding Creation
We speak: "I LOVE u" and create "the other!"
As with language and knowledge -
"I know" is more true than "I know math or a language."
II
There are waves, but is the coast also true?
A wave and photon are lost when watched
(We need a background, as sea needs coast)
If we see the crest of the wave, we separate
The Inseparable. WAVING is MOST TRUE
Of the universe. LOVING is most true of CREATION
Or PROJECTION (as spider ejects webs from Itself)
III
Language uses: subject, verb, object:
"I LOVE u"
It is the coastline helping us see waves
But not the current under, the whirlpooling!
The coast is for "you" but the Ocean always IS!
Many small waves run into bigger waves
You are an EYE - with billions of other eyes -
Looking through EXPERIENCE at The Great OCEAN!
Do NOT separate water and wave always
See the subconscious, the universe as undercurrent
The REALITY that seems to create waves, the unreal
Language can help, and hurt, the UNIVERSAL
Made In China
Your electrical items stop working one by one
First the kettle stops boiling even tho the red light’s on
Then your microwave stops heating tho it turns round
It gets fixed and works for a week then is totally dead
As for your TV it turns on but has a single line across it
The VHS video player ate the **** tape and jammed
Your radio gets nothing but static on all channels
The mobile phone charges but dies after 3 minutes
The other charger that lights up but doesn’t charge
Red LOS modem light means no connection
Along with a new fan with a burnt out motor
Your car radio eats tapes ejects CDs and smokes
The aircon is clunky and spreads a virus killing us
All items made in Red China sub standard parts junk
Unskilled low paid slave labour don’t give a feck
Don’t buy anything made in Red China its crap
Crown chakra takes pole position
To voice of God connects
At apex, no opposition
Lower nature ejects
Crown, single eye and heart
Sees outer world depart
As we add love to cart
Enigma
Crown chakra
27-August-2021
Quietus
Thirst within grows, seeking the light
Of what use are eyes, without sight
Unseeking heart is radiant
At all times, joyous and content
Throbbing in rapture, day and night
Teleported thus to new found heights
From where presence does not alight
In rhythm with the joy current
Thirst within grows
Our trust knowing all will be right
Ejects ego, the source of fright
Pulse of love, burning filament
Thus in its native element
Ascends in silence, bite by bite
Thirst within grows
23-December-2020
A humorous thing about sex
when young ‘twas a subject complex
we tried to get laid
but left so dismayed
when merriment early ejects.
August 29, 2019
Which is the real African dream?
building an independent continent?
decolonization of neocolonialism?
I think it is a no!
Which is the virgin African dream?
is it life of mutual brotherhood?
can it be continental patriotism?
I think it is a no!
Which is the African dream?
becoming a world super power?
protecting resources for posterity?
I think it is a no
African dream is a dead dream
whenever the Africa begins to dream
noises and skirmishes wake him
out of bed he runs!
But I think I know African dream
It is individual not communitarian
ballooning belly, head, pockets with pride
then skating the planet!
The African mass does not dream
once noise ejects them from dream- beds
they trek to where citizens have dreamt
to pick bits of life!
Africans, do dream virgin African dreams
Nothing is so precious, nothing is so great
E-arly morning beacon
R-ejects the dark of night;
I-t's a beautiful morn,
E-ndorsing a warm new
L-ight.
T-welfth of April Wednesday
U-ses the warmth of sunrise;
I-nclement weather fades
B-efore your very eyes.
E-ventide has turned into a break of dawn;
O-pen your eyes and behold the early morning beacon.
A-n endless laughter's zone
R-ejects the wretchedness;
J-oyful place of occasion
O-bliterates the area's mess.
C-heerful day's domain
O-mits the dark from light;
N-ew dawn of pleasure
R-eiterates the pure delight.
A-mount of mirth is huge
D-ay seven in September;
E-cstasy fills your home,
Z-one of an endless laughter.
A tiny doubt sends out
the solvos. Self on fire,
you want to bail out the hierarchy.
Physically imperfect, a star
ejects the charged rays.
There was no secret of coronal
mass. You were taking a dip
in golden plumes of nirvana.
No suffering, no remorse.
A slice of moon will heal.
In your path lies the gray earth.
Who will incite the ocean now ?
A transient truce will not give
you the leaping death of
valley. The clouds will take there own revenge.
Satish Verma
The basics to live
was with the peeling off,
the tangerines. The innovative flight
takes you to surrealism?
of a countdown, which begins
to send a subsonic device
to small jupiters.
You receive the call and
jump into black sea?
eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge.
This moment after sometime splits,
ejects the god particle.
You slip out of backyard
to embrace the apparition.
The ending was never a happy thing.
Satish Verma
Let me put my heart out
Want to show you how heart ejects blood
So I want to put my heart out
Before you draw feet far for other
Want to wash feet from my blood
Then your heart will visit into my heart
Not only it is red but can irrigate
your feet with love, besmearing with red
Red is a symbol of win of my love
So let me put my heart out
Before you draw feet far for other
Whole day I waited your ways in the corner
Your shadow does to come nearer and nearer
Assuring faith of love and air of your breath
Not mere breath that was an strength of my faith
So I want to put my heart out
Before you draw feet for other
When you will run to wash my blood of heart
The dust will soak greedily to create love on earth
Part and particles of blood mixing with air
Will blow wider wider spreading the end of love
So I want to put my heart out
Before my love will sink with the stars forever.
Falling, falling, falling
abyss blankets me
a dreadful sensation
vast open space
yonder
beyond the realm
of imagination
falling without wingspan
weightless
no wings
no plumage
drifting on the wind
of divinity
slips into pockets of nothingness
ice cold
colorless
void of color
global sphere ejects
falls out
heart plummets swiftly
drops to the seat of the soul
an imaginary latch releases
the ground
beneath
my bare feet
cushions me
then
gives way
... falling.
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