Our spine is a harp of thirty three strings,
each vertebra sounding a unique note,
which when touched by kundalini grows wings,
that in the vast void, presence may free float.
Thirty three nodes, thirty three rings of light,
full scale of a rainbow, beyond seven,
vertebrae on which we sense bliss delight,
Jacob’s ladder that takes us to heaven.
Such is the truth by consciousness affirmed,
esoteric wisdom sung in folklore,
which in some scattered scriptures is confirmed,
known in stillness, when we open heart’s door.
Oh worthy hermit, bookmark not this page ~
Vaporise ego to become a sage
Summer arrives
and so does the pollen~
a tiny, floating army
armed with microscopic nun chucks
and zero remorse.
My nose becomes a weather siren,
blaring at every breeze.
My eyes water like I’m reading
the saddest novel ever written,
though I’m only looking at a tree.
Sneezes erupt with the force
of minor natural disasters.
Birds scatter.
Neighbors stare.
Small dogs reconsider their life choices.
I try to be graceful,
but grace is impossible
when your face is a faucet
and your sinuses are staging
a full-scale rebellion.
Still, I step outside~
brave, heroic, and congested
because summer is beautiful,
even if I can’t see it clearly
through the allergy apocalypse.
Today would be a great day to burn stuff
There is a tiny bit of wind
Which a small flame needs in the beginning
I search my house for discarded boxes
An advocate for a full-scale fire, I like an inferno
Fifteen boxes later, I feel satisfied this will be fun.
Unfortunately, by now, we have a full-scale Kansas wind
The kind that blew Dorothy, Toto and Auntie Em’s house to Oz
Maybe tomorrow I promise my disappointed pyromaniac side
The mole of a substance
Avogadro Constant
Molar mass
borax and colemanite
boron is derived
from these bornite
minerals
volcanic springs
orthoboric acid
the most important of these is
rasorite
naturally occurrence
from the weathering of
rock material
sourced from
air, soil and water
mass number of 11
and containing 5 protons
and 6 neutrons.
full-scale fusion
B-111
There was a man... you told them a fine tale.
His fields brought forth gem-like grains in full scale.
Was it his heart or his barns, in truth, small?
What blocked him from hearing the divine call?
Your physique and psyche are in your grains.
You don't care to hear common human pains?
Though grains of the whole cosmos you might save
Shouldn't you, friend, finally find your grave?
Should there be disputes here for mundane goods?
Does wealth bind even wild beasts in the woods?
Storing gems and pearls, you've lost your time.
Do you think when you die, wedding bells will chime?
You are a steward; no wealth is your own.
Won't another feast on it when you're gone?
Pray Without Ceasing
Miracle Man
December 12, 2023
The world has become filled,
with hatred and division.
Many times we let pettiness,
impair our good vision.
Compromise is a word,
most no longer embrace.
Which leads us full scale,
in our effort to abase.
We find it hard to ask,
so instead, we demand.
Seeking an advantage,
to gain the upper hand.
As a nation we’ve become,
morally bankrupt today.
Prayer changes things,
but too many don’t pray.
Another war, another truce
Israel leaves so many ends loose, and yet
Dozens die, so Thousands may live
The horrific result full-scale war might give
The Jewish State pulled out of Gaza in 2006
As thanks, it's had aught but terror attacks since
Yet, retaking Gaza with a punishing all-out assault
Of that, Israel is not (at all) convinced ...
What's the best way to handle this stubborn impasse
Time has a way of coming to the rescue --
Look! Egyptian and Israeli soldiers ~ friends at long last*
________________________________________________
*Nearly fifty years after the deadly Yom Kippur War of 1973,
Egyptian and Israeli soldiers, once the bitterest of enemies,
embraced publicly, openly weeping in each other's arms, at
a 'joint ceremony' at Ben Gurion Airport in 2022.
I thought I had all I needed,
I rested on my oar,
I thought all had been mended,
I had everything to soar.
Naïve and inexperienced I was,
Someone had to put me through,
It was a different battlefield and the wars,
Were not what I thought was true.
The instructions came at the eleventh hour,
Nothing much to salvage,
I couldn’t be pulled up the tower,
I had caused permeable damage.
I fought to get back on my feet,
All was to no avail,
There were a plethora of requirements to meet,
I ran but didn’t entirely prevail.
I have laboured for others,
Gave all my time and left my desires,
Opportunities came but like toddlers,
I didn’t see the current flowing through the wires.
I'm on a full-scale run,
Before the door closes on my turn.
April 2, 2022.
My Foolish Heart Cash Prize Poetry Contest.
L. Milton Hankins.
You hastily spilled a loaded jar of stained language.
Sky aglow by a rainbow, as sunsets below a ledge.
Pouring a layer of dullness into a pristine scene.
Murky clouds have drowned the gentle sunshine.
Unscrupulous guarantees, sand-tidied venturing,
And the heart will stow away in the way they review.
In the azure sky, golden rings are instantly plunging.
Blackbirds crow around humans peacefully withdrew.
Storm haze from a weakening typhoon stream.
Realizing the window curtains inhibit late-day sun.
This fear involves a torrential downpour dream.
Nowhere for adoration untamed stallion to run,
He wanders around this forsaken dust bowl land.
Without a stated objective, just a promise in hand.
Dreams of enigmatic and utterly ease dry,
The rises speak culpability as they move away.
Written; December 26, 2021
A fearful mind approves each deft move.
As a roving lout, I have a soft spot and am sensitive.
Your clarion call ought to be a full-scale disorder.
I'm weaving dim deceptions over my slander.
Escaping others reality
Which is not mine
Capturing a dream and happily rolling with her.
Nuances elaborating her continuity each night,
Dazzling in her love for me,
Soul self throwing ideals at me in glorious ways
Designing a world of hope and optimism
That brings me to my full-scale angel self
In my dreams nightly
Allowing me to endure earthly's mundane daily existence
Knowing it is not my real world,
Carrying me gently until I reach home.
Full scale sleep.
Where is it?
What is it?
Can you buy it at a grocery?
Oh, wow, magic Matt.
You are selling it!
Today, but only to the first customer!
And this one is a worry-free pill?
It does sound wonderful. Will these two pills
together give me a worry-free good night’s full scale sleep?
Will you take a check and
promise to not try and
cash it until tomorrow?
Sure.
The full amount.
Right here.
Right now.
Sign.Sign.Sign.
Ring of full scale chromatic laughter,
Every voice with a touch of merriness.
The classroom shines,
in its fresh coat of paint...
Breath filled with smell of new books and starched uniforms.
Old and less familiar faces... shine and beam:
Excited to make new friends.
Lost feelings felt again...
Lost memories coming back to life...
Excitement echoes through every corridor.
A term ended with tears of farewell.
A month to end ourselves,
now a term has begun in excitement,
lighting yet again a beacon of hope.
*the first term for the academic year of 2019 began yesterday, the 2nd of January 2019.
Paralyze thinking to hide in shadows
Tremored breaths of relentless thought
Changing haunts but remains constant presence
White creeps of dark illusions create false imprints
Putting scary intellection in front of everything
Seeing all doubt and failure
No fate nor destiny chimes in, just loss and void
Pysche peruses mind and conquers reaction
Summoning freak energy and screams as rationality
Racing breaths and full- scale chimera controls altered perceptions in right mind
Frenzied shouts and gathered gasps bring fearful to life
Creation of horror is manifested to scary reality
Ever present, ever happening
Fear not..
Heather Turner
WE SAIL
We Sail
No, Bail!
Shark tail
Full scale
Ocean’s calm sea, we sail. No, bail! Splash!
Cruel, cold steel eyes. Shark tail! Full scale slash!
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Tyburn Form
Mere mortal body has to die, but what of mind?
Brain transplants are defeated by mortal neurons, that will all eventually age and fail.
Uploading minds to robot super computer brains, is immortality's holy grail.
For conscious mindful robot bodies can become the new mankind.
Abandoning frail mortal flesh to dust in grave, or ash in smoke, consigned.
You can replace your robot host with the latest model each year, for an image refresh and tech upscale.
Your mind downloaded from brain to computer can be uploaded, again and again, full-scale.
The mind-file then can then live forever, immortal mind to replaceable robot body, uploaded and maligned.
But what would it be like to live inside a metal box forever?
With metal arms and legs covered in fake skin, denied the thrill of flesh,
Without the sensual joys of touch and feel, of imbibing food and drink, and all other such pleasure.
Would a life immortal in a tin can be worthwhile, even with regular robot refresh?
Despite all the simulations, gadgets, fake this and that, would this really be the answer?
Or is mind so tied to mortal body that a senseless mind, immortal in computer chip, could never really mesh?
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