I take this time to meditate,
Your kindness I appreciate,
Your love arrived, not too late,
Lamplight's on, open that gate,
Souls transcend, don't hesitate,
Admire your wooing, can wait,
Golden glow we escalate,
Breathless afterglow, our state,
Until we fade, spirits to abate....
I cannot see the essence of thee,
Yet in thy deepest mystery lies reality.
Not with my eyes but with my heart I see,
Truth is inside of me.
The chaos of this illusionary life is blinding,
Yet still unwinding.
Within my inner solitude, I could be finding,
My authentic self is revealing, reminding.
All peace is in wholeness and unity,
Not in living as the illusionary me.
I need to change what others see,
Let my spirit truly be.
A spiritual observer in a physical state,
With unlimited powers to create.
To reveal your true self is Truth’s mandate,
Allowing harmony to escalate.
Just telling others what they want to be told,
It’s not your giving, they’re just being consoled.
Speak the truth, speak up, be bold.
Or the fate of our world will be darkness and cold.
I whisper like the burbles of the stream.
Though, in my interiors, there's a scream.
I have composed my song. Shouldn't I sing?
Between nodules of clouds of doubts I swing.
Aesthetics and passions amalgamate.
Love and warmth, like lake ripples, escalate.
Arduous desires break like waves of seas.
Could my peaceless soul ever feel at ease?
You're the soulful singer. You are the song.
I'm a song too. But do we flow along?
There's, between us, a common logarithm.
Should we not unite with nature's rhythm?
There wouldn't be haters if you ignored negative admirers
Are you really expecting honesty from a person who's a liar
Stay positive and expect the unexpected
Ignoring ignorance keeps you unaffected
You leave the house knowing you good in that dress
Yes the insecure are going hate so just ignore that mess
If most of us ignored ignorance road rage wouldn't be a success
Those who do things just for attention would fail in their quest
Ignorant people fuel their fire when they gain the attention of others
Why else does a spoiled child act out in public with it's mother
If you don't like ignorance then why do you stare at it
Listening to a person talking to himself knowing he's a drug addict
Have you seen the way people talk too loud just to be noticed
They would feel like a nobody if you would keep your focus
Ignorance becomes outraged when it doesn't get the attention it wants
Violence can't ignite or escalate if you ignore someone's taunts
Half the ignorant are defeated when you don't show a reaction
I ignore ignorance because i cant stand it with a passion
I had a vision,a waking dream.I drove someone,a female to a beautiful secluded spot in nature.It may have been the trail of tears state park.We sat in the car and talked for a while till I asked her would she like for me to take a stroll allowing her some privacy for the storm that was brewing.She said no ,she wanted my presence .Almost inaudibly a sound began as if from the soles of her feet building in volume and intensity .As each resistant cell released what it had long held the volume continued to escalate as it sought a point of egress.Arriving at her wild eyed contorted face she looked at me questiongly.I responded with a look of calm reassurance that she would endure this . it ripped its way up her throat pulling her head back with the force of the long contained explosion of pain releasing a scream that both frightened and awed . A ferral non human wale of a banshee that made the hair stand stiffly at the nape of my neck .
Then she collapsed into an outpouring ,no flood gate
Could have contained removing the last vestiges of the unbearable weight she had exhaustively carried.And then she was well.
“Cease-fire now!”
“Do not escalate!” …
~ Feed the Beast
Finally my blood began to coagulate
When you stopped doing what I hate
If not, expect the most unpleasant state
Of things from lightest to highest skate.
You should never ever be late
Whenever you invited me for a date
I’m a girlfriend who’s impatient to wait
My boredom is always at the zenith of rate.
Usual lines played like songs from Kate
On ears of her most devoted suitor, Nate
But, biggest surprise suddenly came in crate
Carried by young men marching from the gate.
Men with all kinds of roses started to sate
Her doubtful heart making his proposal to escalate
A wonderful rite performed by each of his mate
To win successfully a wife, cutting their late dates’ fate.
In naive minds where paranoid whispers spread,
superstitions escalate through ancient lies.
An omen of fear that fills a heart with dread.
Be it the number thirteen or black cat's eyes.
Although sometimes things in life really 'suck,'
shattering a mirror is simply bad luck.
The voice of reason will provide you relief.
Common sense prevails when faith is your belief.
Some people love to speculate
And conversate about everything
Whatever they perceive it to be
Or believe it to be an F & A
C & a T in essence they investigate
The things that they see
Like leave it to me
I'm connecting things
To escalate the escapade
Need some solid ground, can’t afford the cement
The view is a bit blurry, need to defragment
Write it all down, and be sure to document
Everything is out of place, I need to find a better arrangement
I’m sitting passenger but the driver is absent
No time to react, need to circumvent
Stop looking into the past to understand the present
Grab the wheel before there’s an accident
Spinning out of control, it’s too late
I dreamt this to be my fate
Thoughts I can’t keep straight
Making it hard to concentrate
I self-sabotage and deprecate
While trying to communicate
Waiting for it all to escalate
Knowing traps are waiting to detonate
I turned to alchemy when nothing else fit
Now I've learned to live with it
I don't think I can ever quit
That's what I have to admit
Attempting to elevate lifes being
A different class a different seeing
Activate the actions for a cause
Achieve the greatness with little loss
Elevate to that respectable class
Amputate that feeling of last
Emmatate the greatness of before
Evaluate the keeping of score
Escalate to that certain floor
Discover the summit behind the door
That was locked because of poor
And when you find your mission completed
Remain humble and not conceded
Remember the sweat and that which was bleeding
And then thank God in your succeeding
Believe in yourself then start conceiving
But everything first begins with believing
Footsteps echo in the corridor of doubt
A thoughtless mind in lasting drought
Dried up thoughts = washed up habits
Habits sprint like wild jackrabbits
Peaking like a vicious storm crashing ashore
Spreading like a wind-blown poisonous spore
Quick to arrive and leave like molasses
An IV drip through jade-colored glasses
Finally absent with absconded talent
An effort must be made which is gallant
Habitual company was a psychological ally
Fool’s gold with cratering lows and smile so wry
Laborious efforts chased away idiosyncrasies
Stillness in idle dimensions begins to squeeze
Echoes turn to laughter then escalate to shouting
Distinctive accents with tunnel vision spouting
Usher the consigliere back to increase productivity
Compulsive companion whispering notes of creativity
Sweet surreal thoughts return to illuminate possibilities
Cautiously withdraw avoiding cloak and dagger hostilities
I know that one day I will soon cross paths with the one with all the silky soft moves of poetry in motion.
You will be better for me spiritually, mentally, or physically than any man-made drug or mystical potion.
I know that from just one touch from you, my senses escalate to irresistible surrender.
Her tender voice so sweet and subtle sends my soul soaring to wonderland with no hesitation or fear in defending her, representing her, or loving her.
The stars do shine and twinkle
A glimmer and gleam of hope
But the pollution has taken over
The obnoxious smog has grown far too strong
My eyes cannot find the light anymore
So I’ll dust off my glasses
And hunt for a telescope
Rummage through the aged cedar chest ‘til dawn
Poke, prod, and search to find that instrument
If it will return luminosity
The dark only depresses
And I have sunken too low
The bleakness of the void will escalate
Unless I discover the glow again
I worry about what else I might find
I have made it my mission
To ignore the surprises
And focus instead on that which I know
Will cast me higher into redemption
From a cruel world that has forgotten
When I attain the object
I will never let it fade
When conflicts raise its ugly head real soon,
our nations won’t inevitably swoon;
a time that real détente and peace attune.
Some people still record the slights most ever stored.
Thus escalate discord, their armies can’t be bored.
But bearing painful past in mind, endowed
ensuing loss with angst, so many bowed
with hidden resentment and furrow browed.
In corners hide the past, persistent ghosts which last.
The indiscretions vast: those overboard and fast.
It shan’t depend on inner child if strewn:
‘To never stand against the wisdom roared.’
Do kowtow when rambunctious children vow
t’ ensure revolt replaced by great repast.
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