black hole lover
you are
and I,
a prisoner in your event horizon
an astral point of no return
trapped in perpetuum-
two captive hearts
wildly beating
out of sync
time warps, distorts-
cosmic love strings
unravel, become frayed
beyond repair-
despair
the universe
expands then contracts-
entropy inevitable
so too our love-
white hot then space cold
destined to spiral into
insatiable cHaOs
A prisoner I am
in your
salaciously spun silken web
and you
the black widow
enticing me, luring me
until at last I am at your
mercy
pleasure and pain make for an
alchemic, euphoric mix
but prey must be
devoured in the end-
evil fangs penetrate
my flesh
the poison in my blood
entrenched
delirium before demise
still, with my
dying breath
I whisper-
more please
I’ve been here before
at this event horizon
Is it shadow? Nothingness?
Heat?
A death
a fire of refinement
The pressure
madness?
The spaghettification
of my timeline
rage, doubt, clout
drawn into this pull
A cycle
I’ve been here before
Fragments of past
I think they are memories
not all at once
Light,
bent or twisted
An echo?
This eye
I?
Ai?
A sunset?
Or sunrise?
An empty cavity?
If I fall in
what?
A light at the end
of the tunnel?
singularity
A new reality
without hate?
Leave my shadow behind
Interact
With others’ realities
Their art?
Their pain?
Isn’t it all art?
“To be or not to be?”
To be born again
I see the horizon
and don’t know
If I want to...
Fall in.
dawn breaks, the sun shines
a drop pauses does not fall
suddenly dries up.
Mission
Purpose
Situation
Confusion
Commotion
Betrayal
World Sins taken away
A Man
Thorns and Pain
Blood shed
The walk
Last Supper
The Cross
Final last words
Death
Weeping
Tomb
Resurrection in Risen
Victorious
Heaven’s Descend
Earth’s return
Almighty King
Lord
Staying present within myself,
A shelf reveals itself,
An elephant in the room.
Zooming in on the items,
I light 'em on fire.
They were nothing to admire,
Only limiting me from going higher,
A past full of unmet desire.
I'm working to acquire a new perception,
Head in a different direction,
Making a better selection.
Choosing to accept rejection,
As a form of protection,
A lesson to glean from,
Forming into freedom.
You never needed them,
And planted seeds in them,
Some growing through the years,
Rising above their fears.
As unknown treasures appear,
We stare into our present.
Stretching every moment ,
Into a heavenly sent,
Never ending event.
Every year a page freshly spun,
Merry moments bright and bold,
Radiant cheer, your dawn begun,
Cradled by stories to be told,
Now celebrate as years unfold.
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Mother Earth vibrates, communicates, and is referred to as Eden, Gaia, Heaven, The Fifth Dimension, The Great and powerful Atlantis, and Lemuria.
Vibrating at higher frequencies and connecting to higher levels creates an uncanny, but exciting euphoria.
The Secret Universe unveils hidden esoteric spenders that the ordinary mortal never imagined.
Take the red pill, plunge into the rabbit hole, and immerse yourself in a matrix of life never fathomed.
Find within yourself the excellence of love wrapped in the compassion of a uniquely brilliant, flawless pearl.
When awakening to a higher dimension, compassion flows, and all potential is vast where wonders unfurl.
Do not render your energy to anger or fear, which indicates false evidence appearing real, leading to doubt and the path to the dark side.
Fear festers on failure, which leads to anger, hate, and suffering, so avoid people with anger tendencies and do not confide.
I and John who wrote 'suitcase Charlie' were texting long...
Distance, on twitter? Or fb? Thoughts flowing free and strong' he was
Born in a concentration camp, this Guzulwazski.' Professor and
Emeritus.' and an atheist you see.' I said i was resting when
He asked me, what are you doing i think.?? When i re-served him that question
He replied.. Just had a drink.' He is partial to red wine about
Two every day.' He informed me sitting in England he was
Finishing one, there in Chicago and choosing another one'
But hey.' I said come on big John, you know should tell me the
Truth..You are choosing a book off your shelf; Up Aloof'
No answer recieved i.? for a minuute or two.' I give him
Great credit for the answer he gave I'm telling you.' he said
He'd checked through his window, yet saw no one around
Who could have informed me.? Of that book that he had; just taken
Down.!!
The event horizon of past
melts with the extant in contrast.
Scenes recalled in vivid hues
meandering in mind’s mews;
significance rearranged
and the sequences now changed.
The event horizon of past
melts with the extant in contrast.
ship’s chief is a head chef. - I was that day
I made my Dragon’s Breath chili with less heat
Some folks found the heat mild;some ed -ok
I put out extra heat as s a treat
I made my Dragon’s Breath chili with less heat
The chili had veggies,meat sauce and beans
I put out extra heat as s a treat
Everything was going well so it seems
The chili had veggies,meat sauce and beans
And Cumin and salt and pepper too
Everything was going well so it seems
And cooked for a half hour through and through
And Cumin and salt and pepper too
Some folks found the heat mild;some ed ok
And cooked for a half hour through and through
A ship’s chief is a head chef. - I was that day
Silently they glide past,
submerged feet not breaking
surface of serene stream.
Strident honk by life-mate—
state protected King’s game.
Some black swan events are*
smoothed over by hindsight.
Each one
an event in oneself
part of the whole:
we live in the world
the world lives in us
resurrected
from death to life
from life to death
implicit time
not designed
but designing
quest, courage, love
hope, faith, beauty
nature, universe, god
all fused within us
delayed revelation too
part of living
taste the rage
know and move
the destination waits.
I cavilled my eyes
to another me
We won’t
Why do we have to learn
if you can do it artificially
The free looked at the hill made of giraffes
Sorry I put these lines in
Secretly trying to turn it sent
E ant at your service
I am the keeper of the ant scrolls
Real ly as opposed to the fake ly
Shake like scooby doo drool
Name me a famous Andrew
That should be jailed
Top reason Prince gave up his name
Bon be net
Something screwy really gooey
Two toots to tweets roots
Too soon to tell
but hope the artificial gets the air
What lies beyond
Our imagination
Beyond the echoes
Of time
Beyond the reach
Of God
What lies beyond . . .
Used to be that planning your day around the breakfast table,
Was no fable,
And made perfect sense.
Now of course that is unworkable,
As most now text able,
But have trouble making a lot of cents,
As discussing only failed plans at the tea table,
Does not make you work able,
And points to a lack of common sense.
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