Diatribes focus their galvic courses that run pure elixirs through the festival of blithe soon to become ribbons of unfurling sulfur that putrefaction molts sun-like claws of flames that ensconce the sarcophaguses it is in truth a graveyard and a shift to be had in it, the myriad of barbaric strides just caught in the upwelling, so prance beneath the stellar blue moon that visits so infrequently as sure as the night's first bloom.
Dashes, burst in flashes!
Apostrophes, aim well!
Commas, strong thy slashes!
Punctuation, pell-mell!
Ancient pyramid, the moon.
When you gaze, seen: what?
Troubadour, best hold thy tune!
Poet, make the cut!
Toil, recoil, beneath the soil.
Ensconce, O seance.
Ailing patient, insides roil?
Mud, sir. For the nonce.
Ivy, cover all you see.
As a blanket be.
Greenery, grow constantly!
Ocean link to sea!
Causal chain, blight with thy bane?
Well, friend, I'd best not.
Reality to remain?
Death is thine, robot.
Spirit of tomorrow!
In thy name we invoke!
Bitter is to borrow.
Signal well, O smoke.
Lightning, storms. They come in swarms!
Angry spirit forms!
Nightmare, violate the norms!
He who freezes warms!
Thus lava, O volcano!
Eruption, firework!
Dappled roe, run mid the flow!
Carrion crow, berserk!
Oh waxing Phoebe!how merciless art thou?
To stalk when my Psyche lamenting.
Thou art stoleth radiance of her sanctity face
Ye haven't thy own
Never bud aroma roses, it's not virtue
When my loved mourns
It's from her rosette cheeks
Thou grasped away her colour
Aurora!I pray unto thee
Ensconce my loved for mercy sake
Fear I, the lustful Sun
May perhaps, copulate her through radiance
Pluck away my eyes, oh lightning!
For I dare not to witness, my dying Psyche.
How Long a wait will my weak feet endure?
For many years On your snub I still wail.
Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure;
Your Elegance I still cannot but hail.
Your words Often fail to convey passion,
Your heart Remains closed off to compassion,
Since you Heave out too little in response,
Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce.
With Time, you confound me more with your love,
Though Elusive, it descends from above.
Within the lucid dream, we played our role,
adapting to oscillations we caused,
being but a game for heart to feel whole,
repeating as refrains till thoughts were paused.
Such is as it is, as cause and effect,
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed,
for as long as desires frolic unchecked,
life after life upon earth will be streamed.
Notice how a flame flickers in the breeze
until the candle is placed in a sconce,
so likewise to be blissful and at ease,
let love ensconce heart, gentling our response.
Bilocating between form and vast space,
moment by moment, we imbibe God’s grace.
Ridged, broad and corky wings.
Translucent—your yellow
Iris sits behind the morning veil.
Short season of striking
color. Greed spurs you, or hope
Huddled against the bursting
Of a cursed idea. It will
Spread like children, carried
By the breeze that tickles
Your lobed capsules. They catch
Like sails. You would unfurl and fly
Instead, dragging your webbed feet
In the face of becoming, pallid
Bolts of cloth ensconce you. A virgin
Steadfast and shaking checks the hem
For stains on her
pure white
wedding dress.
Fair winds and following seas.
May full sails surge with scudding breeze.
May peaceful moorings host your craft
wherever indulgent winds waft.
A toast now to your safe return.
May choppy seas be left astern.
May evening offer pleasing berth
to ensconce in halcyon firth.
The concept of emptiness
The vanity of vanity
What is enjoyment in you
The opaque that walks in the night
Like a strange soul upon the stygian bank
Wallowing in the pool of abomination
Dribs and drabs man is dashing away
Like smoke in the air
No one can stop the dregs of you
Life, the femme fatale
You enchant and en masse all
You ensnare the brilliant against the dull
You excel as light excels darkness
You ensconce nature with your charm
You enshroud the fact of nature
Your threnody is ambiguous
Now the sacred hope is stained
Man triumph another woe
Who will preach the woe that beside man
Taboo is an icon commemorating
Arrive, white aliens and save our soil
Denying us a reply
Does many faults imply:
That you do wrong routes ply
And don’t knowledge supply…
Is it about bundles
He lazily trundles:
Appointments he had missed
But remorselessly hissed?
Was it that he had fought
And more Bloodletting sought
Or the way he chuckles
While watching Who Suckles?
Starve me you do response
And self in chair ensconce;
On words playing for puns…
Like Gone Simon Templar
You could things make simpler:
Why did you, at last, part
With Albert Bonaparte?
Reflex response marks soul stature
As also play in dreams
If love inked be our signature
Joy unendingly streams
Mindful eye corrects stance
Head and heart in balance
Blissful divine romance
Does love ensconce
Reflex response
28-December-2021
Quietus
Our will to act, in things we do
We oft take for granted
Each breath new, how does it renew
Aliveness implanted
Body vessel response
God’s power does ensconce
Soul dance in nonchalance
Fiction or fact
Our will to act
19-December-2021
Quietus
Conditioned to believe in this or that
Caste, colour and creed determines response
Narrow views and specious logic fall flat
Before the monk, who joy pulse does ensconce
In all honesty, have we felt within
Ignition renewal continual
As bliss bubbles thus burst upon our skin
Viewing each life breath as God’s miracle
Do we reside in thought rested silence
Awareness self-aware equanimous
Are we in resonance with innocence
Throbbing of bliss current continuous
Save choosing cessation there is no way
As long as we look outwards, heart will sway
24-November-2021
Childlike response, free from malice
We go where God takes us
Ego cravings, are soul’s malaise
Needlessly making fuss
Simply follow the scent
Of love, for quick ascent
Head granting heart consent
Let love ensconce
Childlike response
18-October-2021
Quietus
lower and higher minds entwine
resonance preference assigns
going where bliss hues souls ensconce
looking not at love throbs askance
vaporised self becomes divine
15-July-2021
viral,villainous
political petri dish
lost is our nation
monuments defaced
To ensconce communism
founders in graves, weep
churches kept locked
citizens must stay inside
big sin is freedom
12/1/2020
5:30 pm
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