Fine print
Come to me.
If you have tried traditional methods and they don’t work.
You may enrol and I will help you seek what it is your looking for. Revenge or someone hurt you.
You should have some sort of skills to earn coins. It may take a long time so I won’t expect you to have them. I will help clear your mistakes.
You will do better in everything and learn as I may guide you.
I will give you ideas but expect something back.
I will appear to you as a vision or in a dream if I accept.
How long it may take is an individual case time.
You may sign the contract.
Sire Marcus Barracus.
Killick
Sailing across the voyage of life
Amidst witty wilful waves of trials
Often subdued with wicked wily spells of pains
Buffeted below the belt by wild woeful winds
Faith ever serves me as my killick
Never lets my boat run astray
Day and night holds me to the shore
Averts my drifting against rocks of despair
Holds me firm during tempestuous gales
Secures me during winters of distress.
When darkness of night veils my life
When hands of fate deal me massive blows
When clouds of loneliness enrol me
When the low tide subdues my spirit,
The killick, as a guardian angel,
Softly whispers in my dainty ears
To gaze at the heavens with flame of faith high
Comforts me its vigil will outlast my breath
And it will keep me company till judgment day
When my soul reaches the celestial sky.
When people call me an atheist,
I just nod my head.
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”
Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.
Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.
To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.
When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it?
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?
“Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.”- Mahatma Gandhi
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Inner Strength
When clouds of despair shroud the mind
And darkness of night veils the soul
It is time one`s anchor to find
And the inner strength to enrol
To avert down a ditch to fall
Or head oneself against a wall.
Happy New Year To You
Happy new year, full of blessings
Along every day of the year
Pouring from the Divine up high,
Positive thoughts guiding your life
Yourself and dear ones to exalt.
New joys may the new year bring in
Exulting perfumes of success,
Wishes of yours may they turn true.
Years fly on swiftly as a bird,
Enrol them your dreams to fulfil,
Appreciate life with its beauty,
Rise above the humdrum of life.
To achieve goals set for New Year
Over coming days, weeks and months,
Yearn in safety to reach the port
On board of the celestial ship
Under captainship of the Lord.
April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.
Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.
Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season from my flannels.
Wash and iron the umpire's coats,
the score-box to creosote.
Tea urns to scour,crockery to rinse and clean..
a team captain's tasks routine,and unseen.
Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,
across this land in a timeless sport played for fun.
urge to control
lust patrolling
enrol love beats
26-November-2022
Let Me Live My Life
All the greed and control, all I want is to live my life
All the schemes taking toll, all I want is to live my life
All the fear depicted in the news, I just want to live my life
All the lies told within their views, I just want to live my life
The government that needs control, just let me live my life
The sheeple that they enrol, just let me choose my life
The greed of the very few elites, wanting to control my life
The lost souls, feeling defeat, wanting some kind of life
We as a people, must rise up against these foul entities
We are beginning to understand who are these enemies
We are starting to awaken to the terrible lies being told
We are starting to realize our humanity is being sold
You must realize we all have a part in this insane play
You and I standing together as one, we do have a say
We can end this insanity if we stand strong and tough
We as the human race can say stop, enough is enough
Death Conquers All
There were white roses
tied with tiny red ribbons
all over the place
nothing imposes;
they’re everywhere
full of grace….
far and wide;
here and there!
I can see the beauty in them
I envisage it in so many ways
peace and freedom.
the tranquillity.......
the poignant fragile beauty.
screaming morality.
At the one final exultation
the gathering of the soul
the ceremony in expectation
yet it is not my time to enrol;
I've seen it in so many places
I have called it by name so many times
extending its graces.
I have worshipped you at your altar.
I walked in your shadow
Having my writ in the psalter.
seen your reflection on the show
Still, it is not enough!
No one has promised me tomorrow
I only count on it today and it's tough.
The truth about my death
demonstrates the gentleness of my grave
without gasping for my last breath.
Memories of future events
Recollections of measures ahead
Reminiscence in fast forward
Aspirations leaping back
Projections of past reckoning
Icebergs frozen in conscience
Consciousness without borders
Recollective molten amnesia
Advanced reality looms precariously in forgone loops of oblivion
Renounced surrender pleads for reprieve in courageous defeat
A clairvoyant seeks to make sense of tea leaves still drowned
The backstage raven cusps darkened hope where none is left
Futuristic amnesia on the run is looking onto sunken imprints
Dragged feet are pegged to a ragged core of stuttering insanity
Wild wings roar raging on collision courses with roots’ firm recall
Yet the fool seeks wisdom if only for reruns of nascent madness
The black bird is caught in a trap of concerted voices in aphasia
A torn music sheet drifts down an abyss behind closed curtains
But the clouded clown’s mind refuses time's penultimate applause
Claps his bound feet and decides to enrol in imponderable cheers
21st February 2020
You was so loving and caring,
Who never believed in anyone swearing,
You always told me off when I had my music blaring,
But gran you was never ever uncaring,
You was such an inspiration,
Who gave me alot of motivation,
I'll never forget the laughs we had whilst you put on your foundation,
Before we went out and waiting at the bus station ,
You was just like a mom,
Who was always there for me to keep me calm,
I'll never forget your face when I went to prom,
I loved holding your hand within my palm,
You had a heart of gold,
Who I loved to hold,
We loved to laugh when you washed up with your marigold,
Thankyou for your wise words when I went to college to enrol,
7 years ago my heart broken when you died,
I sat there and all my eyes did was cried,
I sat beside to absolutely petrified,
But at least I now know you will always be by my side.
Packing a suitcase
To take the road
Travelling light in a
‘Take everything’ mode
Instagram pictures
Pets in with the clothes
“I wish I could take them
But it just won’t close”
But what to do
When you can’t say no
To taking a dog
Wherever you go
When I go travelling
I have no choice
I take my dog
And my internal voice
A big black dog
Contained in my case
My luggage still light
Fixed smile on face
My dog called Dep
Goes all over with me
But my dog isn’t one
For all to see
He has is own passport
His surname is Ression
But here’s where I tell you
I have a confession
Metaphorical Dep
The dog
Clouds my thoughts
With a dark coloured fog
I try to leave him
He tags along
I’ve learnt to accept
He wants to belong
So we go together
Sometimes he decides
How we both feel
Where sadness resides
Sometimes, just sometimes
I take control
And in to some happiness
We both enrol
When you have a dog
Big, black, just like Dep
Remember the journey
Isn’t just one step
Grapes are sour
Mountaineering expedition to start
Jubilant Jack rushed to enrol his name.
Enthusiastic Jack thought to exert
effort to win lots of prize and fame.
Two months tough training was mandatory.
Late-riser Jack bound to wake up at five.
Rigorous practice seemed not satisfactory.
Hard labor! But what’s the alternative?
Comfort-loving Jack could not continue
What to do? Jack yearned for victory and prize.
Another event on next avenue:
Jubilant Jack searched and found on surprise.
He was delighted to join walking race.
Being bold brave jack walked in glory and grace
08/27/18
Darkness falls, black holes of dark light freeze the soul
The void of unconsciousness fills the conscious with fear
Entities roam the dark looking to enrol
Light shines as radiant gold
Radiant colours sparkling angels
Fills the souls of choice
Pure love of love the battle foretold
Love or hate the fight eternal
Creation destruction free choice
Listen heart and soul
Up above down below, self control
Dark banished in deepest black
Radiant light be in my soul
Fear hate insecurity banished
Love fill me be in control.
For she'd said to us:
'Your friend is proud,
Pushing up his wretched arms,
Merging claims with ego,
Elating his soul in folly:
For pride goes before destruction.'
Prunning her words like grape,
His matter seem to escape.
Founding a pill to his aiment
Proferring solution to the carnivorous question:
Wether he too has a blur part.
I think i heard the lady reply him:
'No,not yet,i don't think you're flawed'.
And then he seem to be soothed.
Do you put your head in an haven,
Admonishing your heart to tarry for ease?
Do you seem to find shelter,
In human words constructed with thorns.?
Do you give yourself(by man's word) joy,
When confusion is to you coil?
"Give yourselve joy first to find joy in what other people give".
Do not enrol in the college of man wits,
Get a certificate and be to yourself an hermit.
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