may was seen briefly
in the eye of the hurricane
then taken by sea
a mirage maybe
eight sailors tell her tale
a missing mermaid
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
thinned out ego remains as an interface
to enact on earth as it is in heaven
innocence carries not the cross of disgrace
ascending easily through chakras seven
can we ask the sun of debts of love it owes
causing it to appear every day at morn
with fragrance of a rose in blissful repose
remaining nonchalant to both praise and scorn
as we partake of soma nectar’s potion
with bliss magnetism pervading feeble form
what once was a drop has become the ocean
eye of the hurricane, still within the storm
Trapped in the eye of the hurricane
Lost in the heart of the sea
What started as a summer voyage
My friend, my lover, and me
Only chaos on the horizon
The tempest won't set us free
All you can see is fear in our eyes
My friend, my lover, and me
Since we were caught like rats in a maze
We all dropped on bended knee
Now there's nothing left to do but pray
My friend, my lover, and me
Waves were crashing and smashing the hull
The Kraken won't let us be
Spiraling down a watery grave
My friend, my lover, and me
observing mindfully
upswings and downturns
from the void of perfect stillness
we witness with nonchalance
Ferris wheel movement
for our soul’s delight
the eye of the hurricane
hums in blissful silence
as this dream unfolds
08-February-2023
In chaos set sail
where pain barbs assail,
yet retaining poise,
in life's fearsome noise.
To become as such,
we must feel God's touch,
moment to moment;
then no fears torment.
18-October-2022
Tossed about through the turbulence of life,
Confusion remains to search for a seed.
As if the eye of the hurricane seeks direction,
Only to find no compass for its need.
Does this curious resolve weaken & wobble,
Or grow stronger through the effort & quest ?
While every response creates another,
And chaos may contribute to severely test.
The desire that looks to an unknown horizon,
May often see emptiness to follow despair.
Yet choice must pierce through this fog & veil,
With enough light that can guide to remain fair.
This journey is seldom without consequence,
As obstacles become present and abound.
So whether hurdled, avoided, or plowed through . . .
Overcoming them must be found.
While the question remains fundamental,
There are billions of answers to be observed.
With each one's unique testament,
Tracing a morality rarely hidden or reserved.
Ultimately, this inquiry is survived upon,
By those to judge while reflecting their own view.
Just as current events & history tend to remind us . . .
Not everything seen or heard is always true.
Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation,
Simply allowing God to do His will.
All that’s manifest, is God’s creation.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made;
Heart’s tranquil in the void of cessation.
We search for joy, that with time does not fade;
Enabled when we choose to surrender.
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made.
Have we felt not within, silent thunder?
Bliss, as in scriptures, ours for the asking,
Enabled when we choose to surrender.
Ceasing striving, ending multitasking,
We feel heightened rapture, within resume;
Bliss, as in scriptures, ours for the asking.
Employing free will, to cravings exhume,
Knowing eye of the hurricane is still,
We feel heightened rapture, within resume,
Simply allowing God to do His will.
10-April-2022
AN ORIGINAL TERZANELLE Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L Milton Hankins
Eye of the hurricane is still
Tranquil is, the stillness centre
Distanced from cacophony trill
Yet the compere, the presenter
Fears and desires, engulf our soul
Eye of the hurricane is still
Bliss suffused, heart’s attained it’s goal
Soma nectar does overspill
Drink from the stream, to our heart’s fill
We’re in a realm of abundance
Eye of the hurricane is still
Nodes within form, burst into dance
Void of cessation, reveals truth
We abide with the divine will
Embrace oh hermit, love forsooth
Eye of the hurricane is still
03-December-2021
stuck in the eye of the hurricane
in eerie slow motion
while at helter skelter speed
unforgivingly relentless
deliberate its devastation
overnight
the shock sinks in
a silence shuddering
seeping to every depths
of days numbered
uttering its new reality
left shaken to its very core
the aftermath inconceivable
global extermination averted
or likely just delayed
AP: 1st place 2021
My heart beats a mile a minute when she is in proximity
Her whispers soothing travel into my ear infinity
She says exactly what I wish to hear
Waves of thunder through my fast beating fear
Can’t help but feel like this towards this dart
She hits the target every time we engage start
Our eyes widen & our hearts fill with lust & rage
My heart says hello beautiful in 3 million different ways
Her heart replies for you my soul cries
I want nothing more than to hold her in my eyes
I walk slowly towards her much better
I express my love for her with a soft blue feather
She says I will always seek you in any weather
I tell her I shall always find you in my jacket leather
A mile a minute my heart races
Uncontrollably it back & forthwith paces
In the eye of the hurricane we stop to take selfies with stupid faces
With stupid faces
Shuddering on the hallway steps
smoking far too many cigarettes
drug deprivied
withdrawling all sleep back under the bed
entering slowly the eye of the hurricane
still cursed
with the agonizing after effects
that inescsapable
sick shadow of a man reaching for a perpetualy
shifting end
I had no idea it was love I was falling in,
But through the freefall I saw his eyes,
And from the eye of the hurricane we stood within,
He saw through my every disguise.
He bent my will and lit up my sky;
His thunder silenced my fear.
Coppery clouds have me wondering why
His violent storm makes my eyes see so clear.
Broke me and fixed me, he promised to carry
My burdens tattooed on his veins;
He was the thunderstorm in the valley
And I was the girl who smelled like rain.
I found the feelings freezer burned;
I never thought I would’ve turned,
But it’s a crazy world we’ve learned
And I just want to trust you.
Control my thoughts and curse the days
I contemplate my busy ways,
But you despise the holidays
And I just want to love you.
Suspicion with no heartbreak;
Submission just for my sake;
Salutations, desperation;
I have not the will to fly.
Lost in my own scenarios,
I’m going crazy, no one knows.
We’re bound by our heavy souls,
And I’ll drown so you’ll love me.
This saying might just keep me sane:
“In the eye of the hurricane
There’s quiet,” I’ll feel no more pain?
And you’ve died just to stop me.
It’s time for our conclave.
Undress me and I’ll be brave.
So tell me just one little thing:
Do I die for love today?
Devil sits in burning battlefield pits.
In the foyer of war, ripped eyes.
Scratches on the nightlight.
Beneath the crib of an unborn child.
Devil flashes teaspoons of loneliness.
Travels the backwoods of mind.
A sinister baker in the cupboard.
Honey baked with a pinch of lye.
Devil was in the mouth of Genesis.
And will surely join the ends.
Devil wears the skin of your defeat.
But claims to be your friend.
Devil sashays in the eye of the hurricane.
Wallows deep in the barrel of a gun.
Yellow smile fills his rancid masks.
While shooting the rapids of your blood.
Devil lies deep within the mustard seed.
The suns, moons, and drifting clouds.
A wicked pitchfork tipped with sin.
Turning heavenly upside down.
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