Do we all hear the rumour? A funeral draws near.' A spectacle is intended I think that much
Is real clear.' There will be black gloves and the
Muffled drums, that measured tread..Somber
Theater spun.' Staged to draw compassion from those (who might come?) The cornet may sound? Majestic..But I think we all know
What's the come..'
That vic-pols funeral is marching in the shadows here thrown long.'
Under the sun, As many narratives un-ravel.. That they still try to grow.' So will the
Blinds be drawn upon them? Will the windows
Stare out blank.? And also will True Blue Victorians 'about-face?' And here I shall be quite frank! Leave
Them to realise.? What a mess they have banked.! Heaped up like those mountains.'
When (they turned on their own?) Yet I think its not Victoria.? Nuh..Thats not where their
Love; and loyaltys are sown.' May they well listen.. And deeply' to that winds lone lament and moan.'
In a broken-hearted city.' Where they once did strut.! Its recorded and shown
To posture and enact such wicked anger, to vent, Yes I see, And saw
For me it has stuck deep in my heart, and in my gut.To remain reminder forevermore.'
having been, seen and therefore known
the truth of consciousness full blown
as substratum of existence
etch if you will, our words on stone
there is no space, hence no distance
beheld when we shed resistance
seen in plain sight with our soul’s eye
recognised with God’s assistance
consciousness, the absolute I
is so dense even light can’t ply
energy intense tightly packed
omnipresent, so feels each sigh
each pulse vibrationally tracked
creation here-from is exact
wherefrom the universe appears
as God His will does so enact
Thank you for calling Your Destruction.
If you’re calling to bring forth your personal hell, press 1.
If you’re calling for emotional devastation, press 2.
If you’re calling to enact physical harm, press 3.
…Thank you. Your Destruction is now offering a summer sale.
If you are interested, please fill out the survey on Your Destruction website.
…Please hold…please hold…please hold…please hold on for as long as you can…
Please hold; the bringer of your doom will be with you in a moment…
Hello. It’s nice to hear from you again.
What can I do for you that will make you regret your life choices?
I see. Sorry to hear that. Would you like to include your friends and family?
I understand. Your Destruction will ensure that your life is utterly ruined once I’m done.
Have a nice day!
Dulcet whispers, pairs of three,
Enact a dangerous dance.
What on earth is eternal?
Springing up from her stupor,
Tosses her ceremony-
Golden ring of fantasy.
Truth tastes like sun in her throat.
thinned out ego remains as an interface
to enact on earth as it is in heaven
innocence carries not the cross of disgrace
ascending easily through chakras seven
can we ask the sun of debts of love it owes
causing it to appear every day at morn
with fragrance of a rose in blissful repose
remaining nonchalant to both praise and scorn
as we partake of soma nectar’s potion
with bliss magnetism pervading feeble form
what once was a drop has become the ocean
eye of the hurricane, still within the storm
NYC's Grace Brewster Hopper
a computer world showstopper
Cobol she helped to enact
this persistent lady from Sperry Univac
agendas that present themselves to us
pause at the periphery of our aura
peeping within and finding no one is here
and yet since all doings must yet be done
we enact our life role with vigour as ordained
so be it
we all daydream
about this and that
in a make belief world
our character enact
one day however
there was a competition
where we needed to be still
and feel the void’s emission
thoughts and senses dimmed
even as awareness peaked
we sensed magnetic cool heat
reality as we knew it was tweaked
eye of our soul opened
cognising a unified force field
within it floated the multiverse
as power God does wield
our vaporised presence
encompassed the universe
wherein gong of Om resounded
as the noumena’s verse
awareness self-aware
dropped ego from its life tree
all that then remained was light
revealing our true Self free
beyond space-time poised as such
we were in ineffable peace complete
from a centreless fulcrum we sensed
the throb of God’s heartbeat
so the two first became one
then the one became two
becoming the flow of living light
we witnessed the refrains renew
lucid dreaming or meditation
we can give this trance any name
here we are now back again
but we are no longer the same
Dance in the meadow, swim along the lake
Marvel at the wonders, our vivid journey will take
Soak yourself in raindrops, let your fingers feel the cold
Allow the wind to brush our bodies, those feelings are made of gold.
Let wonders fill your memory, to carry you through your day
Where you can re-enact them, to those you meet on your way
For dreams are a work of magic, they astound and mystify
Because they are individuals, money cannot buy.
They travel on our journey, always by our side
Growing as we wander, on this wondrous, enchanted ride
Tuck them in your pocket, they will suit you well
Keep them for tomorrow, the stories you will tell
Just like George Jones when
He Stopped Loving Her,
death, the only thing that could occur
To enact what only this loss could secure
(Killing the love he had for her)
I've counted and underlined in red
each time an “I love you” was said
Until the pages, written in blue ink
Resembled nothing more I think
Than a passionate patriotic prose
Red white and blue superimposed
Over words of love and promises not kept
Sprinkled liberally with the tears I've wept
For you were not nearly as noble as
That great country singer gentleman
For whom only his untimely death can
Erase his love and promises.
All it took for you, Great Lout,
Was a younger face and lips that pout
They always say that sin will out
One who for others don't care about
And the keeping of your word you flout
So although now I know the truth
I act more like George than I care to do
How I wish that I could forget you too
For all these letters I won't send to you
Are filled with my love in red white and blue.
In my mind, preoccupation
Occurs from time to time.
One example is me trying
To make my words rhyme.
Beside my creativity
Exists a certain place...
So, I introduce to you
My video head space.
Often, fragments of cinema
Appear inside my head.
These can be triggered at random
Or thought of instead.
Television was a mentor
When I was much younger.
Its visuals and soundscapes
Would satisfy my hunger.
Countless hours would be spent
With eyes glued to the screen...
Mesmerized and memorising
Details of a scene.
Shots, action, and dialogue...
Played in repetition.
Looking back, I laugh because
I made it my mission.
Nowadays in times of boredom,
Speech or certain actions
Of a movie sometimes surface
In parts or small fractions.
I do not re-enact them
The way I used to do...
But still, my video head space
Provides me with brain stew.
as the power of The one in form
we accept and celebrate limitation
somewhere someone controls the rays
whilst the ‘fallen’ stand erect in quicksands
in the divine order of the vast universe
both microcosm and macrocosm
mirror and enact will of God
Your hesitancy
is observed yet overlooked,
since love in your heart’s not bloomed.
Perhaps it’s a test,
as of our soul agreement,
which we merely here enact?
Forgive me dear heart,
for a moment, lost in trance,
I saw not light of your soul.
Our separation
is but a part in the script
we both chose to enact here.
nothing need be done
yet going through the motions
we enact our ordained role
that life as impulsed
in the ethereal domain
be honoured as agreed
leaving outcomes to God
to direct as is His will
meanwhile, now that we are here
we attempt to remain awake
witnessing life in slow motion
as it reveals its colourations
remain in as far as we are able
void-centric, nonchalant and vibrant
that the light of our true Self
is embodied within consciousness
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