The heavy sky begins to press,
A velvet shroud of dark distress.
But where the masses turn to hide,
I stand awake and eager-eyed.
The distant rumble starts to roll,
A sudden tremor in the soul.
A phantom scent of rising rain,
That washes clean the weary plain.
The heavens split—a brilliant spark,
A jagged ribbon in the dark.
It dances through the clouded deep,
Waking the world from troubled sleep.
Let others tremble at the noise,
And seek the shelter that employs.
I find my peace within the chaos,
Where fierce and stunning that crisscross.
An electric thrust upon the air,
A wild, untamed, celestial flare.
I breathe the lightning, source the rain,
And find my silence in the chain.
You rock the boss well,
With raw fun blazing...
Yet can't stand such hell;
Result sets praising
Enjoyment for both:
On one side off oath,
That other side holds-
What calm fear unfolds
The toothless shark's mouth,
Ready to consume...
Energy from South,
Journey into womb.
But now switch away...
To set off delay
That could fill womb's space,
When there won't be grace
To redeem the lost
Discharge of each moon,
Not for bride price cost,
But for cool nice tune...
Teachers don't lecture,
But home does treasure...
That bids for luck's stake
If goings forsake.
What’s there to be said of silence
We are there, free from violence
Inflicted by toxic thought forms
Reclaiming in void, innocence
Magnetic pulsations in swarms
Gently endearing, our heart warms
Moment to moment, love entwined
Far distanced from ego borne norms
Playing out earth life as assigned
Life secrets yet to be divined
All will be known in timeless time
When head, heart and love are aligned
Hark oh hermit, to the love chime
The road is long, with a steep climb
Yet with God within, there’s no fear
We follow scent of bliss sublime
16-October-2021
We observe vaporisation
Of all seeming knowing
Orientation of bliss elation
Facilitating blossoming
Flickering awareness
Glimpses of the light
Aligned consciousness
In rapture of bliss delight
Spherical cognition
All senses active at once
Love scent perception
Electrifies our pulse
None but we alone know
Vibrancy of our emptiness
In silence & stillness slow
Drawing nearer to Oneness
12-August-2020
Touching live wires can be quite electrifying
Not only will it kill you, it'll hurt while you're dying
You'll scream out bad words
Some I've never heard
As well as smell like something's frying
Dynamic, Bold, Electrifying that's how I want to be.
Not stale, gross, unassuming. "No," not that part of me.
I want to put it out there. Don't hide the future bare.
Don't stay in the past. Come on out here.
It's me at last.
Hands satisfy and hearts gratify, may my love for you exemplify as my touch electrifies.
One Liner About Love
Sponsor: Silent One
October 8, 2016
A current so divine is flowing through our veins
Its strength and intensity we cannot contain
The current of God’s love is flowing from above
We’re conductors of God’s electrifying love
It was the Father’s love that nailed Christ to the tree
Christ bore the Father’s wrath in angst and agony
He cried out, ‘My God! Why have You forsaken Me?’
The answer is clear – He did it for you and me
A Gospel so divine is flowing through our veins
Its greatness and glorious grace we cannot contain
The Gospel of God’s love is flowing from above
We’re messengers of God’s electrifying love
There is a magnetic field
That is keeping my love sealed
A force so strong it is intense
Just like and electric fence
That shocks me each time we touch
But I just can't get enough
Of this static overflow
I am just about to blow
And release a shock so large
The amount of my discharge
Will send waves of love right through
The core, soul and heart of you
You will know my love is real
With the heat your body feels
The tazeing I will supply
Is coming out of my eyes
Beams of romance I will shoot
At you looking very cute
All this energy is warm
Like and electrical storm
Flashing bolts of big bright light
Making a romantic night
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