Every brush stroke feels like I’m healing
As I paint these stars all over your ceiling
Drawing constellations all over the walls
Slow dancing to you every time that you call
I trace the soft orbits of our shadows aligned
To rid the world of perfection—it’d be so unkind
No man or Adonis could entrap me, its feeble
You’re a child of beauty, so damn pure and regal
I wait in the depths of my own bleeding heart
Trying to tear down the walls that keep us apart
You grant me sweet nothings—a pleasurable start
I’m living on the moon now and I’ll never depart
Fading in, fading out with every kiss of your name
You’ve got me in your palm and I have no one to blame
Take a bow in the silence, my efforts are in vain
Because loving you darling.. is sweet holy pain.
Your scent is a weapon
Your touch is the cure
Your kisses like heaven
No name is so pure
I’m sinking, I’m drowning
I’m wearing your chains
No thinking, no doubting
I’m happy this way
In love with your sickness
I lust for your flame
With God as my witness
I’ll take all the blame
Just kidnap my soul
Entrap me in you
Your heart is my home
A prison for two
Be cruel or be kind
I’ll love you the same
As long as you’re mine
I’ll live with the pain
So shatter my world
And set it on fire
Just say I’m your girl
I’ll never be higher
Little Miss Molly is waiting on the stoep to trap you
Missie who rise to ride, and show up with a smile.
Looking like a silver star that shines from afar
Only she is looking for a baggage man.
With all her savings belonging to another man
Don't be fooled bye Missy she is only a faling star
Know that she is taking you on a journey to nothing in your Galaxy
She will fade out and you will not have a star that shines no more. Where will you land but only in uncertainty and all alone and unworthy
Looking like a silver lining ending up without any shine
Who will find you when your star has burned out
Disappear from your guiding light not even a sparkling light to lead your road
All you have to do is walk in your memory of the guiding star
Not looking at a brighter star that leads you away from your path
You may find on I t this road is you will never find you way back and lost
Looking like a rose and not knowing it not even a thornbush
Her sparkle is just a fading light that burns to entrap you
Never follow a falling star because you will never land but burn out
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap”
Smile, laugh
Stand and stare
Walk into a world that is unprepared
For a mask of emotions
And the duality of your soul
For being yourself makes it hard for others to control
The ties that bind
The hands that shake
Plans that man made disappeared in an earthquake
What’s inside of you will still remain
And human chains will fade
If you release your wolves to save the village
It is you, yourself you have betrayed.
Never give up in dismay
Be brave
What is inside of you, is to help you find your purpose
Do not be afraid
Line of inquiry,
Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap, no
Illusions therin entrap, in the time streched
Pause we see ego craving is a mousetrap
Unseeking seeker.
In a lapse? A pause..? A slap? Of surfaces
Displacing air.' I was shocked.' By impact my mind laid bare.' Is some force; there? I
Cannot call by voice, I have decided thus that is my choice ' yet to ask in the spirit that, ephemeral lives..Where death is past.'
And heaven gives.' Gives what I question is
Life just a dream.? By the master poet who
Tends to go un-seen.' Darkness to Him is light i have read, this challenges the elemental teachings, perhaps it causes dread.? And yet He has spoken.' And i have
Heard.' In the place between reason and divination, so I wrote some words; because
He informed me..Just put something down
I will see it will happen, this universe is His one horse town.' And i have learned despite
Polaritys.' And determination of minds.' There is a place..( that you will find ) not by
Careful observation.' And ahead of spite..He will come from where He comes from.' Though you doubt? These dark nights)
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap”-
That’s a function not continuous ,
but discrete , yet to get fit.
“No illusion therein entrap.”
“ In the time stretched pause we can see”
Future to nurture
in rue or rapture.
Pause of polarity interchange
Over all it’s my life to challenge
Either to confront or to surrender.
Empowered, enclosed by ego !
But I will have to forego -
to be free in open mind.
Divine lamp to lit and glow,
not to be extinguished !
Perplexity, complexity , simplicity
not to overlap.
“ Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
No illusions therein entrap—
the hush between two heartbeats speaks too plain.
Ego craving is a mousetrap.
A gap—a gape in thoughts my life couldn’t hide;
betwixt two ponderings, vacuum took no side.
There lie all worries, begging for breakthroughs,
where failure stands as bold as decent news.
When steps grow firm, they clear illusion’s threat,
for success occludes failures without sweat.
A garden: fortunes wilt in stillness of will,
even when mouths flourish with joy and thrill.
Then ego becomes the song of deceit,
with beliefs failure can’t withstand its feat.
Before long, a cry too strong to ignore
becomes the downfall life has witnessed before.
It drags pride down through shining polished board
until the mud returns what it ignored:
the taste of joy, the scent of broken clay,
the mirror that ego couldn’t keep at bay.
Line of enquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap”
Its been said that there is truth to be found,
held between two thoughts tightly bound.
Whether similar thoughts come from the start,
or if the thoughts contents are poles apart,
thought waves that are conflicting,
so often defy predicting.
There in the conundrums lie,
a decision is needed to apply.
The strength of ego often wins.
This may be where the problem begins.
Ego is perceived as self-esteem and can tip the scale.
Decisions based on this alone often fail.
Guided by ego internal stimuli causes feeling changes.
Decisions made this way, may be a trap creating dangers.
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
Pause of Polarity Interchange
We build our own mousetrap
Don’t be a sap
We even hide the cheese
And then we freeze
Amazing maze with walls
Dangerous falls
We can run a distance
With persistence
Tummies groan for cheddar
Time I fed her
But she doesn’t hold water
Ego got her
Parenthesis, a hold
Don’t get too old
Before finding way out
Follow the route
Cheddar never mattered
Only flattered
Better sustenance found
When you rebound
Line of Inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time-stretched pause, we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap.”
Oh, what a web our choices form
when looking to fulfill a norm.
Do this, do that, which one's the trap?
Which one to do, which one to scrap?
Must soon decide, for time takes hold
of inner cravings to be bold,
for choice of self and not the whole;
to benefit from the set goal.
In choices made, we're not alone;
since others deal with what we've sown.
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap” - Unseeking Seeker
You see it everywhere today -
people disagreeing; it seems to be the rage.
Many folks simply won’t give in.
Their ego becomes for them a cage.
Inside this cage and during the pause
of such contrariness, there are no winners
when stubbornness, pride, and hate
turn well-meaning folks into sinners.
Seek understanding of your neighbor
even if the schism between you is wide.
Let go of ego; embrace love
by letting its pure light be your guide.
Line of inquiry:
Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap
Duality is an illusion of abstraction,
or is it the material existence of you and I,
how can opposites maintain an attraction
except in a gap between two thoughts,
mine and yours become ours in the subtraction
of a time~stretched pause that seems a forever zeptosecond*
to the mouse waiting for the trap’s malefaction
as the progression of events
continues as before with a covert sigh
when we realize ego is an impossible impaction.
*A zeptosecond is a trillionth of a billionth of a second.
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Line of inquiry: Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap. No illusions therein entrap. In the time stretched pause we then see Ego craving is a mousetrap.
crack in the teacup where steam hesitates.
the old scholar traces inkblots
on rice paper, saying watch the gap.
not emptiness, but space humming with moths
that taste thought-dust before wings unfold.
no trap snaps here—only hunger suspended
like a spider’s thread above wet grass.
ego starves in that pause, whiskers twitching
at the cheese-less dark.
only stillness answers.
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap”
Souls sipping sin of ego sweet like sap
Become stuck in the spiritual mousetrap
Oh but to experience grace repenting
Learning that God alone sets souls free
To live as flawed human is to experience
Trials tribulations of feverish flesh
Impressionable mind perhaps barely aware
Of the seed of sin planted in thoughts
Returning in actions as being evident one is lost
But betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
Where truth lives and He is
An escape to salvation
Emancipation from the abyss’s curse
Easy to be distracted yet easier
To have redacted the sins of your soul
Confess and be blessed with humility
Be cleansed by the Holy fire as ego leaves
Find it true that all things
Work for the betterment of the Lord
That even in the clutches of sin
One can repent and be saved therein
Bible stories leave for us a roadmap
That we may find our ways out the mousetrap
Bother less,
If you are denied deserving glory,
And their obsession you can’t guess,
Since their thoughts are dark and gory.
Keep forging forth your brilliance,
Let them keep dancing in their guilts;
They only strengthen your resilience —
Keep making your work gleams with gilts.
Your talent they can’t entrap;
In time, it will escape their greed.
Their arrogance your verse will sap,
Since myopia forms their creed.
The more your gains, the more their pains;
So they find salt to rub into your injuries.
Tie down their conscience with long chains —
Not too bad if you, too, sour their gingeries.
Your heart bleeds, already pale,
Yet they wrap their wickedness in scorn.
Their envy too tall for truth to scale —
So unleash your wrath — and make them mourn.
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