Enmeshed Poems

A Star In Your Sky

Colors descend enmeshed from glowing horizon,
the scarlet tinge of the sky paints the blushing land,
embroidering the tapestry of the unfurled dawn,
flushing the glorious day with vibrant hues grand. 

Gleaming hours invoke joyous kaleidoscopic lilt,
birds scale the sky before they return to the nest,
sing to the mesmeric melody of the resonant colors
while the clouds design the fresco at its creative best.

Moony night orchestrates peacefully quiet rhapsody,
spreads on land silver dust through the mystique air.
On the sparkling adornment the stars shine bright,
the bejeweled sky glimmers with rare celestial flair.

Abysmal blackness consuming daylight envelopes fast
my identity as flash of twilight in your sapphire sky
where you will see me shine forever like a drifting star 
when in the halcyon night I will grow wings to fly.

Heavenly Crush

Lord, please put summer on pause...
everything is bathed in jade and bronzed.
Queen Ann's lac and curbside weeds, 
beatified in the sweet, sautéed sunshine.
Everything is sheened in overabundance-
the aspen leaves are jiving on the breeze.
A cardinal is as plump as an uncut ruby...
for two weeks on- when the sun comes up
it weaves a song with lemon drops
is it taunting me or thanking the good lord

Lord, please put summer on pause
While I'm still enmeshed in bone and flesh
within the golden foothills of a heavenly crush.

Meet the Man

A covert narcissist dressed in a hand-me-down victim cloak,
Master of the tear-tantrum tactic —
He sniffles, sobs, and simpers until your defenses drop,
Then slides a betrayal in your back so smooth you almost thank him.

A codependent parasite latched to his mother’s emotional tit like a tick,
Bound by an enmeshed dynamic so tight you'd think she birthed him twice.
He’s 40 going on 14,
Displaying classic symptoms of Peter Pan Syndrome with a sprinkle of Oppositional Defiance Disorder every time life whispers “grow up.”

Zero employment history,
But extensive experience in triangulation, gaslighting, and learned helplessness.
He’s the CEO of deflection, a PhD in projection,
Weaponizing guilt like a toddler with a grenade.

He calls you "too emotional,"
Right after he weeps his way out of another confrontation
Like a soggy Machiavelli.

He’s not just a mama’s boy.
He’s her emotional husband,
Their emotional incest dressed up as devotion,
While he lets her make every decision
Between his gaming sessions and tantrums.

He’s the kind of man who, if given a mirror,
Would still find a way to blame the reflection for his failures.

Empty out the mind

“Come undone to know God and we are one ~
We are as God’s child, His prodigal son”
               ~ quote by poet


We reincarnated a thousand times,
but in each life role our soul here assumed,
enmeshed in fears, we were deaf to love’s chimes,
so the lotus of our heart never bloomed.

This time around, we chose to be aware 
of the purpose of our sojourn to earth,
so emptied mind and chose with love to pair,
that our childlike presence bubbles with mirth.

As thoughts slowed down, our ego too thinned out,
fulcrum of consciousness shifted to heart,
where drenched in love’s mists, we were free from doubt,
breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start.

Lower mind rested, in heart’s cave nested,
we now think and act as God requested.

Frame Of Crystal Eyes

Somehow among the hidden leaves of time
when quietude swerves on a lane,
there is a throb of evening's breath
panting inside those marble eyes

that if I gaze long enough into darkness
your iced look will blink,
to open windows that are locked
by hinges creating angst enmeshed.

The distant screams paint your irises
jutting out from a frame of hard lids
buried deeply on frigid weeds---
and the night loses its elegance

while your crystal tears invade the glow 
in the lamp of your eyes-- I understand
 how private this time is when you
 fade away...knowing not I am there.


First Place

Beyond the Threshold

In search of the truth,  
To understand the invisibility of the cosmos,  
He journeyed into the deepest parts.  
He went beyond the threshold of light,  
Experiencing both assimilation and infiltration by dark energy.  

He consumed everything he encountered,  
Forgetting that there’s a sound in silence to which the mind should be attentive.  
There was a deluge of information,  
But no painstaking sifting through the truth.  
He became enmeshed in the horror of the unveiled.  

He found himself in a world of strange theories,  
Juxtaposing and infusing art, mysteries, and truth.  
He travelled this path,  
Colonised by the tendrils of what he had absorbed.  
Until one day in a dream,  
He met a sage who advised him to search the scriptures,  
Going beyond the words to seek the embodiment of its light.  


February 9, 2025.

You Are The Messiah

Like blood in flesh, with your disciples, you were united.
In your union, as though on cloud nine, they felt delighted.
Heart and mind were clear, yet were they in wisdom sure-sighted?
By your question, their cognizance, like fuels, got ignited.

Didn't you, as the Almighty, know the thoughts of each mind?
Didn't they, more than a monarch, supreme strength in you find?
Wasn't, in you, the meaning of their existence defined?
Didn't they know that before you, even fate stood resigned?

Like a pure fragrance, their unmixed thoughts of you were expressed.
As Elijah, Baptist, and prophets, your name they addressed
In you, they knew that, as an atom, each name was enmeshed.
You knew you were Christ. Calling you so, Peter was blessed.

Yet, like a lamb, by getting slaughtered, you must save the world.
Hearing this, like leaves in a crude current, their hearts got whirled.

As Blood Running Through Veins

Unearthed, their vivid colors bloom as buds unfold
wafting in Mariah's breeze, in hues bright and bold
Beautiful flowers, mere words cannot rhapsodize
Secreted are their roots, from sight of human eyes

Concealed beneath the ground, tangled and gnarled
lies their source of strength, enmeshed and snarled
As blood in a man's veins, roots sustain botanical life
A blow to their vitality if afflicted with human strife

Blossoms would wither and die on each delicate stem
Gardens destroyed in the gruesome state of mayhem
The splendor of a flowering landscape adorns the Earth
but credit the source; the Hand engendering their birth

COLD SUN

Cold sun
Casts eerie
Shadows
Of souls
Not truly there
Enmeshed
In aging’s
Darkness
Life’s shadow
Barely near
Soft joys
Of rising
Sunshine
Adrift
On clouded eyes
They reach
To touch
A memory
Caress it
Hold it near
Listening
For voices
No one else
Can hear
Alone
Within
A hollow shell
That makes
A mockery
Of hell.

is our muse a fetter

addicted to a scent
we once granted consent
enmeshed us in confines of time
deadening sentience to our inner chime
self-blocking the influx of God’s grace
owing to mundane goals we chase
so the verses our mind shapes
though colourful rainbow drapes
if it has now become a habit routine
perhaps it is indulgence we need to wean

Magnificent Masterpiece

In toiling times 
the resilient state 
of self-discipline 
connects conscience 
with perennial precept
in the algorithm of being
with ego abandoned
the meaning of life 
measured emotionally
with essence quotient 
of inspiring insight
defines the transcendence 
of enigmatic existence
harmoniously enshrined 
within the latent 
human distillate.

Buoyant beyond 
the storm of strife 
convivial calmness
flows flawless
with composed current 
of sensuous sentiment
submerging surge 
of lavish love 
and 
embalming empathy
spread suffused
with optimistic opulence 
on restored shore 
of serene soul
unwavering mind
trussed secured 
with scrupulous roots 
of sanctified psyche
the thwarting thrust 
of negative sensitivity
fades in sanguine air
blows away 
the base instincts
in the wisdom wind 
of ethical acuity.

With moral fiber 
of positive passion
consciously creative
innovative mind 
weaves the tapestry 
of timeless acumen
embedded enmeshed 
within motionless motif 
of inner bliss
in the frame
of placating prudence
the art of living
manifests magnificently
the masterpiece.

Deep in the Wood

Deep in the wood, I bide my time
asleep, my back against the lime

stone ledge beside a forest pool.
At ease, my mind and body cool

And waking cosmically refreshed,
with lake and earth and tree enmeshed,

that God is SO, and right and good,
I know tonight, deep in the wood

If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever

If you wish to conquer my soul in shreds of forever,
Drop your mask and carry me in your embrace,
As a panther, lie in wait for me, not to steal me away,
But to dance with me in the love's palace we yearn for.
The storm inside of me is silently disarmed,
In the quiet chambers, with the murmur of an abandoned river,
Cast my becoming into the future's pastels,
And blend into my passage, smooth as a muse in flight.
If you add to our struggles the salt and bitterness of life,
Wield your character like an art of pure mastery,
Your sincerity will be a lighthouse in the darkness,
And may you wander far from the sneaky chains of deductions.
Rather, go and sculpt your language from mute gestures,
Mysterious, as the eyes speak what words cannot,
And let your steps be guided by robust melodies,
That feed my hungry eyes with beauty and shape.
Now follow the steps that promise ungrasped bonds,
And don't forget the light that must end the enshrouded spectacle,
So that in the end, my soul may be enmeshed in your nets,
And you enclose it in a labyrinth of love, to gift it immortality and the eternal.

Profound Paradoxes

Eternal God in human flesh.
Creator and creature enmeshed.
Jesus, the Savior of the world,
the babe in a manger curled.

Jesus, God’s Son, Omnipotent,
Hung from a cross, robed with a strip.
God, whose power can’t be restrained,
was by frail human nature chained.

The One whom no space can contain
was in a virgin’s womb retained.
Immortal God sealed in a tomb,
Creator God conceived in a womb.

The King of kings and Lord of lords
defied with disdain and discord.
The nonpareil and sovereign God
received from mortal man no laud.

The God of love greeted by hate,
by human hands suffered death’s fate.
His death secured for man new life,
one filled with joy and free from strife.

Lyrics and Music

Fingers intertwined in 
  wondrous oneness
  together foreverness
  breathtaking bliss

Eye to eye in
   lyrical longing
   melodic memories
   soul symmetry

Backs turned to 
  bygone brokenness 
  solitary sanctums
  heartbroken hibernation

Face to face in 
  aromatic anecdotes 
  possibility potpourri
  enmeshed essences

Voices join in
  rondos of rendezvous 
  chorales of compatibility 
  madrigals of mutuality 
  
Heart to heart in
  a fulcrum of fulfillment 
  a seesaw of serendipities 
  a trapeze of timelessness

Lips engaged in 
  passion's pendulum
  voluptuous vocabularies
  intoxicating innuendoes

     She is lyrics and I am music
           ~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight

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