Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is
A matter of perspective.
A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
Globes in 3D to navigate the pitch, the default state.
You and I stand in the same primordial darkness
As “In the beginning….” The light is within, and only.
However, the physics of light does not illuminate
The Way, The Truth and The Eternal Light, for it is not
Of the making of stars, but of the One who made
The stars.
Souls, carrying light as once the living carried,
Follow an ancient Course shrouded in a mist of tears,
To be reborn into the Light as it was before the Fall,
Like one emerging from a cave through a waterfall.
Copyright 2022, Paul Thomson
Stars disgorge energy in waves by fissile pulsations
Equally in all directions, but do not call it darkness
Where those come not our way. Darkness is
A matter of perspective.
A rainbow of photons ignites our neural lanterns;
3D portals to navigate the pitch, the default state.
You and I stand in the same primordial darkness
As “In the beginning.” The light is within, only.
Spirit boats, carrying light as once the living carried,
Follow a course shrouded in a mist of tears
To be reborn into the light as it was before the Fall,
Like one emerging from a cave through a waterfall.
Mein Kampf...Self Imprisoned Gulag
Onset of conception wrought significant
destructive quantum sized genetic quark
invisible, fissile, and congenital skull,
sans crossbones deathmark
scythe kill logical metastatic
psychic path head shrinking Reichsmark
financial reparation taxed this human bark
at peril of ark
covenant fomenting incruent
lacerating psychological ordeal
triggering mythological hound fierce bark
king Cerberus from Hades
bajillion times more
ferocious than a shark
oppressive teeth gnashing
jawbreaking, human prey stark
dead meat, bleak fin de siecle lifespan
razor sharp teeth trademark
death sentence worse
than totalitarian regime,
emasculating, defeating, crushing any spark
to muster livingsocial jackknifing
sole ambition waiting, Clark
Kent (alias superman) powerless,
thus letting me die non staining watermark
as permanent solution
freeing relentless gravestone mark
piercing, sundering, and vitiating
against nemesis, sans panic attacks
exacerbated by infiltrated FARC
militia firearms at the ready,
where soul will peacefully park
amidst cognoscenti immune to snark!
The President was woke by his generals
a message hard to understand,
their nuclear missiles had all turned to chocolate
in silos all over the land.
The warheads, once fissile uranium
or Hydrogen, ten megatons
now smelt like fresh brownies or steaming Cocoa
and the same thing applied to all guns.
The bullets were all made of candy,
they'd have to be kept in a fridge,
put in a gun belt they would all start to melt
and when fired, just hit with a squidge.
The bombers and tanks now were useless,
the soldiers were all unemployed,
all demobbed, free to roam with their families at home
making up for hours they'd not enjoyed.
You can't win a war with a cutlass,
machete, a hatchet or knife,
so the Nations all paused and agreed to end wars
and then happily got on with life.
Now, okay this tale maybe pure fiction,
could God pull off this stunt? Yes he can,
but to love or to kill he gave us all free will-
he has left the choices down to Man.
Drunk with pride
the streets are bursting
in self-indulgence.
Who was calling the shots ?
Do you know the words
between intermissions, carry a secret-
till the brazen scoop
finds the hidden meaning.
It was grave
very grave truice, unmaking love
between the estranged lovers-
when clouds were seducing the moon.
You don’t belong to this
crowd of renegades. Ants
will take away the
divorced dreams.
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Fissile belly
has started showing signs
of reckoning. A gloom has settled,
gyrating in a sunken garden
for the hung corpses.
Never cruel were the times before
when blind needles were unstitching
the lips of frozen faces. I refuse
to start a prayer
till the grass covers a silent tomb.
Last night it had rained
on the private flesh. It was
full of semen. You do not
belong to this world
of pregnant pause.
Satish Verma
THE LESSON
We were caught by the neighbourhood tough guys:
Him and me against six of the wrong kids to meet.
In just the wrongest darkest part of the street
Snowballs began to fly. They out-gunned us, and worse,
They shoved ice chunks into each harmless white missile.
Made it armoured and a lot less fissile
Hit your head? Painful. In the eye? Serious damage.
We ran but I could outrun him, and did so, saved my own skin
Sheltered behind door, though instinct told me it was a sin
He was alone to face the onslaught while I hid, coward.
He never said or did anything to punish me, which made me feel bad.
His forgiveness was the best sort I ever had
I was eight years old then, my lesson was easy
Felt so bad that I was never again a coward.
Pity his way of giving the lesson was so hard.
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For Audrey Carey’s contest “To err is human, to forgive divine”
You could’nt be the real French Martre design,
Must be the modified, Indian Side Winger Missile.
Unpatented still, definitely a loner, non-fissile.
Failed Test flight, poor soul, forced to resign.
Patriot-men cruise, were you not conveniently sidelined?
Three times cat-o-nine tails, You,and One other, on the fight.
A munching cow, bellowing buffalo, gurgle sign.
How ridiculous! place women, above the male might.
Beware! Monica Lewinsky, has her trio transgenic share.
Indra’s Maneka, Love here, Whiskey cocktail there.
Fantastic punch, classic Hillary too did not dare.
‘Fire’ still burns Mehta, her spirits why should men care.