Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Our corporal body is only an outer husk,
Which we leave behind in life’s dusk.
But a fragment of the divine in every chest
Dwells, that no force on earth can bust.
It can kindle each being like a lamp,
Even when we wander aimless like a tramp,
Throwing light in the dark, showing us our way,
Guiding and forbidding us from going astray.
This spark from the divine may lie covered in ash.
But it can be fanned into flame and can flash.
In life’s ups and downs, in moments dark and bright,
We feel the throb of life inside, a flash of light.
God’s love and light alone can make us whole,
And even after our death, we live in our soul.
Reflect God’s love, it will our lives transform
To His divine mercy, let our lives conform-
......So spake simple Simon
She wears her soul on her nuclear skin
Brightest chartreuse yellow
morphs into roseate pink,
promising peace
she illumes from within her
There is only one of her,
yet is never alone
her golden rays cascade
warmth in cobalt skies
embracing as she dwells alongside
touching universes both eternal,
balanced with an external expression
in both realms reflection
overlooking the gallant mountain tops
gentle undulating waves,
fullness in emptiness
amongst Spring’s delicacies
a force of nurturing generosity
fostering spirit giving endlessly
championing her cause
She watches from behind
the highest hilltops,
below the erosion formed summits
Setting onto the lowlands
and forbidding foothills
as her changing light
transforms the ether
she gazes at the unfolding
of the stars, faint specs,
she is still, in their presence
as the blue evokes
his calm, she catches glimpses
shades of salmon trail faded ones,
they bring hopeful sonnets
May she let subdued
light shine upon her
blushing rays?
Perhaps one day,
whilst the night’s indigo sky
looks after her
Luminous jewel,
sphere illustrious
an imminent charm,
bright glow of love enamored
morning or evening star,
nebula’s composition redefined
named of the goddess who
by she enveloped our thoughts,
quotes, desires and hopes
ambiance eternal inferior
no moons for comfort,
only soft wispy, sulfuric clouds
enshroud and protect
in her celestial dance hall
ebon silhouettes abound,
volcanic pillar’s interior
Venusian mistress
Venera, radiant planet,
orbits and swirls about
Influencer, wife, sister, mother,
always a lover all in one
gracious and graceful
epiphanl presence,
astro star, Keats "Bright Star"
forbidding essence,
she plays in another’s
intrinsic magnetic field
for she has not one of her own,
grant her repose
from the hot lava lamps
of her orb’s abode
TORTURED HEART
With tortured heart and hollowed soul
and head hung deathly down,
his feet cemented to the floor,
guts spilt upon the ground.
His blood runs hot and cold alike
betraying his commands.
his face the shade of rage and shame,
crimson and cloaked in his hands.
Sullen and silent he will not deign
to speak her name aloud,
as new reality staggers in
neath desolate dark cloud.
T'would not ease the pain of jagged gash
where heart once beat in chest.
Nothingness has no end or cure,
yet lives at his behest.
Embracing endless emptiness
is all that's left to feel.
Combing over memory lane,
forbidding wounds to heal.
Will be achieved .)
By forbidding
the sun to rise.'
(Immediately after being found "guilty"
of denying that the earth was stationary
and the sun orbited around it, Galileo
said, "Eppur si muove!" [But it moves!])
It's hard to live in Lilliput, I find.
I have to cross my fingers, play their game.
Their billing, filling, drilling daily grind
sits ill with me. They all trot out the same
tired cliches. Passing a painting, never fail
to comment on the squareness of the frame.
Unprofitable, weary, flat and stale.
You can't earn prizes here. These fools prize earning.
No sweets to eat. It's one long dreary tale
of condemnation, disapproval, spurning.
The Sunday supplements determine taste,
all tearing down, forbidding, banning, burning.
They're sealed in heavy metal, concrete-cased
austerity. They put the "die" in "diet".
What will survive of them is nuclear waste.
Denounce, detract, dismiss it and deny it.
Don't look for clover - look for cloven hooves.
Excoriate it, flay it, vilify it.
They'd love to let life lurch along in grooves,
the gauche, perverse, unruly human mind
trapped tidily in aspic. But it moves.
Somewhere over the mountain, hidden away,
There’s a land that is calling; I must not delay.
Somewhere over the mountain, that’s where she’ll be,
In the alpenglow, Mary's waiting for me.
They said I'd never recover from my stroke
A nightmare from which I never woke
A big chunk of me gone, a lower plateau
But I left the home, and off I did go.
It's our lot to grow old, not due to our sins
Trails go cold and entropy wins
But I'll boat down the waterfall where snowmelt flows,
I’ll find Mary in the place that nobody knows.
The terrain is forbidding, the ridge like a knife
Can't undo time, can't crash the afterlife
No country for old men, no breaking the rule
But I have to attempt, to give up is so cruel
Somewhere over the mountain, I wish it were so,
Mary is singing where wildflowers grow.
The starling will guide me, the meteor will show
The path to the valley where lost rivers go.
I went over the mountain, then took a fall
a thousand foot down off a sheer valley wall.
They buried my story, because no one must know.
They say I died then, but I died long ago.
Cold hospital light
My footsteps pause at the door.
Her cries pierce the walls.
Birth's ancient struggle unfolds.
Beyond where fathers may go
Nurses hurry past.
With cryptic glances that hold
Untold miracles
Hours bend like willow branches,
Time stretches, contracts, and waits.
Pacing the hallway
My heart beats in rhythm with
Her unseen labours
What tiny face forms itself
Behind that forbidding door?
Each scream transforms her.
Mother being forged in pain
Fierce crucible now
Ancestors whisper courage.
Through generations of birth
Then, there was a sudden silence.
The world holds its breath with me.
A new cry breaks through.
A daughter's daughter arrives.
The circle completes itself.
The door opens at last.
Tearful eyes meet mine; she smiles.
"Come meet our baby Aarohi!”
Long forbidding fingers dig deep in,
Appearing black contrast on pale skin,
The puppeteer directs your gaze,
A brief view but the vision stays,
Ruinous renderings plague the brain,
His dark imprint now shall remain.
You may notice someone in power
Wealthy in either financial fortune
Or social freedom, or popularity
That makes you feel inferior to keen
Thereafter, you wonder the reason
Underlying all the distinction between
You and them, and effort for alteration
But for whatever reason, you fail to gain
Thereafter, you turn to loose hands
And show obedience by pretending
No jealous of others luck and setting in
And forcing yourself hypocritically
Obey and flirt them by forbidding your mind
Of being dignitaries and persistence in truths
To be in cavity alike pets and tools
Without selfness and auto dominance
The doings you act are biologically right
Aside from being morally wrong
As evolution says , the doctrines are urged:
The finner you adopted to the environment
The greater chance you win the competition
But where are the moralities then?
Come on! they are hiding in your soul
Wondering when you are going" to be"
Charitable person, otherwise, hooligan!
Then tell me, what's your confidence
As a human who is morally sound
While also biologically win?
Sometimes my heart breaks
With music that was never played
Epiphanies swell and create
A still that I could never have foreseen,
A wonderful that is beyond soul’s grief
A tenderness that feeds the moment gentleness
A silent truth that arrives with autumn tones
A moment in time, fading, so lauded
Erasing the distant past, sharing time
That will forever last…
Breaking through the morning blue
With a touch of all the fresh and new
Dreams beseeching grace that is so steady
Risking the dance to awaken the pure
Rising in the heart, a kindness, a breath
Like the wind, she gasps and sails through the air
Remembering the sounds of everlasting expressions
Song in the air, a music so accepting
Melodies of light, softly playing on the night
Forbidding the heart to leave, forgetting the heart can easily deceive….
Bird food bought instead
Of cookies, no dread
Of eating them at tea or
Snack, I'll make brownies
Ride over the counties
Maybe do fun chores galore
Who am I kidding
Can't do forbidding
I'll just eat so much, much more
Maybe some apples
Dipped so they're dappled
No, I'm trapped just as before
Behind silvery gray animus clouds, the moon does hide.
The night does cry; its heartbeat rise and falls, like the tide.
Celestial, sleepless, unbending, cold night gathered overhead,
Veiling eerie shadows, eternal time with hideous guise, dread.
Idle and dank, surrounded by broken-down fencing and gnarl skeletal tree,
A grave “No TRESPASSING” sign forbidding entry to the beastly;
Hangs warding off the unwanted and those had doubts,
Only spiders spurred, floating sticky secure line hidden hereabouts.
Wind weaves through mangled limbs with howls, and spies embed
A gaunt, ghostly, hollow, hooded man, sickle in hand, in its stead;
Reaping of life, lifting his black haunting mound shroud a ted.
Condemned, refusing to release its ghostly dead.
Strain, howling, a full moon he stands, searchingly ahead;
Pain screams rip from his throat, bones, and soft tissue bled.
A stir in the air dares to forsake, on, as he falls to his knees, unfed.
Conned the night a moment longer, blood it did crave, then fled.
Divorce is desolate, forbidding and bleak.
I shan’t be convinced
It offers the freedom of which you speak.
New beginnings are impossible.
It’s a lie to think
Divorce makes healing optimal.
The truth is…
It causes endless pain.
I refuse to believe
Divorce offers a chance to begin again –
And, when all your effort is in vain,
There’s hope in separation
When only heartache and sorrow remain.
--
When only heartache and sorrow remain.
There’s hope in separation
And, when all your effort is in vain,
Divorce offers a chance to begin again –
I refuse to believe
It causes endless pain.
The truth is…
Divorce makes healing optimal.
It’s a lie to think
New beginnings are impossible.
It offers the freedom of which you speak.
I shan’t be convinced
Divorce is desolate, forbidding and bleak.
Divine toys are made for sexless Marriage
To finally make their fruit
It is okay to Eternal God
But not okay with people
Eternal God has a wide wisdom
He knows it is for enjoyment of people
It is a tool to lessen abortion
Although Eternal God said, tell the priest that the babies are safe in heaven
Why are people forbidding it
It is used to help people
Acquire happiness
Thought that Eternal God is for people’s happiness
Pick up toys
Enjoyment of people
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