Death
begets a birthing
The cycle
to repeat
Its journey
long and twisted
Meandering
like a creek
Death
starts out an infant
Learning first
to crawl
Arriving
at its end point
To answer
— natures call
(The New Room: September, 2026)
When you're on a flight
You automatically go
Airplane mode
Only those on the same flight
Can connect with you
You automatically disconnect
From those that can't take the flight.
Life has phases
Different dimensions
What you're open to
Opens doors for you
A closed mind
Limits your version
What you're seeking
Is seeking you.
The people you associate with
Determines your end point
No wonder the Bible says;
Show me your friends
And I will tell you
Who you are
For you to be great
You don't have to endow mediocre.
The Multitude of Affairs Are Mindset
What are the multitude of affairs are
Mental Thinking?
Observe one's mind internally, That single
Shift requires one's obblongota.
States of Mind: Conscious mind 10%
Sub-Conscious 90%
Your brain is always searching for proof
Of what your thoughts tell it.
What one think you become, Mindset
have the ability to either have a end point
or emancipation.
Changing one's mindset is what will
change one's life.
Life is about being even-tempered with
Oneself and creating the best version of
Yourself.
Validation from others isn't a high
priority, Remember your mindset is a
fierce mission.
Comprehend that you can't control
everything.
Remember-Your mindset creates your
existence.
Whenever I look at the huge sun.
I feel the power it has with honour and pride.
Whenever my head tilts upwards to see the moon.
It reminds me to keep calm and always maintain poise.
Whenever I come across a tree on the road side.
I breathe fresh air and acknowledge the importance of shade.
Whenever I step on the beach of an island
.I somehow compare it with immense knowledge which is never ending.
whenever my eyes try to find the end point of the sky above.
It teaches me to shed ego and try to rise as high as I can.
I hope that whenever i open my eyes each day.
There is cheer, fun and laughter around me always
Peace Love and Joy. Freedom to ask who I am. Wisdom to Understand I am who I am. Love to join together and yoke with Truth. Lights seek their end point. Under shadows darkest night, I burned the echoes with silent laughter. In my giggles I found true delight. Many names one Witness. Open your eyes and Look into mine. I am who you are and we are Divine. Holy beyond all doubt. Bones and blood and flesh. Mind and Heart and Spirit. One Spirit One Truth. I am who I appear to be for I am you.
K is an eleventh letter
Eleven, written like a road of ember--
Like two sticks standing upright
Like two wands of magical sight.
K is the commencement of man's fate
End point of man's action to date
K is when you fly a toy in the air
Feels like you're floating without snare
K has four points
Like the four corners of a book without joints
Or a laptop with smooth edges
Viewing nature-crafted ridges
K is the root of giving
A trait that never die in living
K is when you praise a good deed
A greeting that grows and never bleed
K can be a nocturnal animal
Playing around like a live toy in a musical
K is when you express your affections
A sign of respect and love in all directions
K can be defined in many ways
All good thoughts and notions of the human race
K is like a bent cross
Carried by the Savior who died not a boss
K, for short, is just fine
Specially when you care and share when you dine!...
I M M E N S E C O N D E N S E D
I Instructed by a plot, broken into paltry portion
M Mauled into small, mammoth to screaming speck
M Mountain range cramped, meandering cancelled
E Elements of concept squashed into essence
N No word left unchecked, numerous adaptations
S Scrutinised, all adjacent scoured thoroughly
E Erraditacate unnecessary words, edit again
C Captivate from word one, add an anomaly
O Owe the audience pleasure, build their trust
N Never accept the standard, leave cliche alone
D Dive into the character's psyche, dig their dirt
E Employing research makes validity emerge
N Nullify nonsense inclusions, nudge away distractions
S Set up captured fast in short form, stir in surprise
E Every line moves story forward, each essential
D Diagnose end point, not long form done and dusted
Death nudged me as I slept
on black ice crazy paving
whispers from a rusty down-pipe
veer across my final midnight abyss
Is morality an end point,
or a journey to begin
Are right and wrong just bookends placed,
or what then lies within
All Ethical persuasion,
to attain or just desire
Whose end result will never come
—enflamed without the fire
(Haverford Pennsylvania: July, 2019)
You are not my success, which has an end point
You are my struggle, which enchants my strength..
You are not in my thoughts, which is random, spontaneous or uncertain...
You are my breath, which is consistent and is there as long as I'm..
You are not just another human being....
You are an inspiration, the one who holds perfection...
You are neither that passing breeze, nor that falling rain drops....
You are that verdant tree, providing ravishing hope....
black gravity
vortex deep well
singularity
Available options stand the bile as they make the will bent
Massachusetts may be best for the holiday to be spent
But the rod of its weather may hit the comfort of its rent
Indecision, glorified from knowledge’s available dent
Vague is their understanding to a result from what they meant
Abstract control and power, making the priest eat meat in lent
Light, maybe heavy, not knowing where the definition went
Eight out of twenty, in idea makes contribution absent
No end point, as in midway, the anger of shortcoming vent
Thought or decision, on many roads, leading to no tent
WINTER JOURNEY’S END
Their calculations must have been at fault
Their instruments in need to calibrate
That wandering star’s location in the vault
Had seemed a compass true, inviolate
The auguries had all concurred to say
Event of moment in the cosmic scheme
To change the world forever come what may
Would come to pass; they’d seen it all in dream
Yet here they found themselves upon that night
Within a byre with beasts and men unblest
To witness scene both rude and recondite
The focus and the end point of their quest:
Young mother - fate to suffer, heart to bleed
Child God incarnate, laid in cattle feed
STARRY NIGHT
Conditions perfect on that starry night
With hunters' moon illuminating land
They crossed the coast, a ribbon gleaming white
That peaceful scene no threat to their command
In symmetry advance red rose formation
Untroubled as in civil formal dance
Accompanied by Merlin murmuration
One single driving focus no backward glance
A night that would enhance a summer dream
When constellations tell romantic tales
As lovers gaze each others eyes that gleam
With promise: their devotion never fails
But look their end point no longer clandestine
Neath starlit sky it lay, fair city of Dresden
The rock stone of the east
Mid night diamonds rain again
The stars carol the secret verse
A brand new of them is born
Song last sung decades past meander down their vocal cords
Rackets of boat fly cross the desert
Nectar swims down their beliefs
Wishes of the end point spray his mind
He feels courtesy found him ones more
Stress free was the path of acquisition
Strange from today's identity
Yet conscious of before alarm for traffic of arena,Make him split the coin of focus
Actions ring strange bells to mind
Actions set him on a take mark position
For any terror or embrace
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