A Real Bodhisattva
A bodhisattva is the Buddhist equivalent
Of a warrior for Christ, who is well on their way
To being Christlike themselves.
Of course there are many degrees of bodhisattva
From those who only have the wish to be
To those who actually are.
Literally millions are examples of the former.
The Dalai Lama is a good example of the latter.
Real bodhisattvas are rare.
Their hallmark is infinite love and compassion
For all beings
Combined with deep insight
Into the true nature of reality.
This week the world lost a real bodhisattva
In the form of a young American patriot,
Who at just 31 years old
Had successfully reached a whole generation
Galvanizing many young people
To critically look within
And embrace traditional American values
Of family, honesty, integrity, openness,
Love, tolerance, inclusivity, and faith.
And for this he was martyred.
The world is a better place
For having known Charlie Kirk.
But it is certainly not a better place without him
Unless we take up his mantle
Take the torch, and shield and sword
And become real warriors of Christ
Bodhisattvas in the army of truth.
(9/12/25)
Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated;
Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits
Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking
Ridiculous versions of fear mongering tales,
Meant to frighten, meant to hurt,
Meant to clutch and pulverize power.
It takes only a calm, rational thinking moment
To see through the maze of their foggy logic.
Nothing they say is fact checked or based in truth.
Spinning frantic webs to catch the unwary
To call forth violence with rage filled rants,
They push disturbing diatribes, provoking mayhem..
Drumming up revolt among the weak-minded minions ,
They still cannot cloak their hurtful and murderous intent.
President Trump has called them out, laughing in their faces.
Finally unmasked and stripped of disguises
There is nowhere to run, no more hiding places.
We see you. We stare at the darkness behind your malicious eyes.
Your fake news fiction will never again deceive us with your lies.
I dream poetry;
I breathe poetry, for poetry
calls your name, feeling your
inerrant essentia—
your soul bleeds into mine—
a collision of cosmos,
diffused magnetically, once
a vagrant in a haze of miasmic
vapors—wildered and exposed—
you unshackled me from
this purgatory;
inversely immersing me in
your sphere of solace, and
blooming artistry,
lulling the vast polarities
splintering each layer of my veracity.
I dream poetry,
for your love drizzles
burgeoning constellations, amid
rosette sepals galvanizing my
orphic nuclei, with
every spark we sigh,
tethered to the infinite composition
of our unwavering love compellingly,
beyond heaven and earth,
devoted to you—
your fallen star; no longer silent, circling
nocturne arias entwining our destiny.
Glorious gamer going by Gus generously greased giant gamma goblin
on glamourous gamma rays, galvanizing gamecock’s gallstones in the
Gallery game Gallant Glitzy Goose fuddle.
Golden ghost
Guided through the gloom and grief
Generate growth in the grieving ghouls still going and become the glue between our groups
The givers last gift
Gapping our grids, ghastly in all your glory
A gallant gamble
To gratify all grudges into a genesis so genuine
Grateful my gaze catches a glimpse of your gilded glow
Grounded and gagged as I grovel in the gleam of gathering gravity, my guardian
A galvanizing gash gears toward a gradient gateway from this geocentric galaxy
The guilt that has governed me has been guided by grace to the grave
Magical moments that capture the heart
Captivating and breathtaking
Of a whimsical nature
Her beauty and personality are galvanizing
She possesses a strong wit
Fierce and courageous each day
Along with a will to succeed
And be excellent in every way
Press your eyes with
The strength of the
Index and the ring finger.
What do you see?
See the shifting orbs of luminescent aqua,
Starry-eyed fireflies wafting in a
majestic, arrested stasis.
See the fabled constellations
Form and appear, illuminating
The dark void. They tell
Stories of primitive times,
Clinking and clunking clubs
Banging on the dusty ground
While newly-minted fire crackles,
Bursting with the galvanizing spirit
Of God’s creationist firepower.
See the subdued hues ooze freely,
Seeping into each other to form
Fractious fractals, each corner and
Angle forming the triangular wings
Of angels singing the songs of
Heavenly peace and joyful sublime.
Take your index and ring finger off your
Eyes. What do you see?
See a darkened world seemingly dejected,
But with glinting color orbs all around,
Threatening to burst through the sun-kissed
Meridians, lingering in purgatory.
One only needs the strength to find them.
Fearless Raven, soaring in
the rich, dark chasm—
that world of shadows, echoes,
cliffs and crags chaotic,
the void of subtle stirrings in
a quintessential midnight—
Make some room for me
on your old, straight wings.
I, too, need to sense
lightning piercing stardust,
galvanizing mountains,
stoking distant thunder.
Let me catch a breath
of your pure, primeval air,
exotic and unshackling
latent, raw, unbounded.
The beauty of the day
Crisp cold air glistens in the sunlight
bright and glowing on the leaves,
pale saffron lemon jasmine hues,
touching tangerine apricot marmalade,
sweetened blush cherry rose sangria.
The world full of creatures
rambling through the trees
flitting fast and furious for food
whistling song chattering chirp crying coos
of warbled whistle wails of winter tide.
Soft sultry sensuous sun shine
clings to captured caravans in cold blue skies
gazers galvanizing the graying gates of change
autumn harvested leaf strewn maize turn to frost
ice crystal crackling crisp and white on glass.
Winter blows windward a gloriole corona
that lights the earth and speaks in silenced cold.
Seize the day.
Picture a heart on fire -n- a soul walking through it, salaciously secreting saliva, emotions making crazy love to their desires, the levels of love ignites higher -n- higher, too intense, passion screaming for more fire, thy thoughts turn into crystals, then into diamonds, sitting juxtapose with the Sun on its gorgeous horizon, analyzing -n- socializing, cyber climbing, while thy rhythms rhyming, intertwining -n- grinding, this feeling galvanizing, the wind blows, advertising, while thy soul passionately pokes certain sections of your mind, thy thoughts turn into majestic mysteries, golden crystals -n- diamonds grinding, creating this beyond perfect feeling of your inner lining, holding private conversation with your ******** -n- hymen, thy souls deeply diving, covered in saliva from the sun’s horizon, thick gorgeous fibers, falling passionately hitting the ground, searching for your flesh, do thy thoughts ever think of you, 4ever -n- yes.
I confess, your soul
Is thy soul’s quest
Waiting for the day we
Mate -n- fully -n- forever
Connect
Yes
The hands grabbing you tightly will never go unlock
the thoughts of losing you, liquefy the reasons of my living
my competitions of your love has strengthen
but my heart’s stamina's now much more than that of
immigrating birds, flying through thousands of miles.
I’m alive solely to cast my existence
under the shadow of your happiness.
I’ve grown to be able to see through
the little window of your inside world
even when covered with heavily painted curtains.
I’m learned just to perfect the act of treating you right
and I was born to passionately take good care of you.
The free gravitational pull from the gigantic water fall
dignifies pleasure to combat risk, hands down.
Sitting on the already moving roller coaster
despite being dynamic on uniquely thin ropes,
create risky uncertainties, galvanizing the enjoyment.
Such is the power of your love, scanned out of your heart.
A soul I’ve found, a heart I’ve captured
and such a lovely body I’ve personally trade-marked
confined into one being is a treasure I will never let go.
Amongst bawdy carnal desires,
Every familiarity galvanizing hedonistic intent.
Juicy kisses lustful, multiple noisy orgasmic pleasures;
Quickly raging, so terrifyingly ubiquitous,
Vanquishes wacky xeronisus years; zelirious.
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Modestly
the indulger of write
inch by inch
with charge
augments her veneer
"supple
taut
pink pixie
flesh
hern eyne
taunting me emerald
with long cinnamon wavy tresses"
Upon the table
his pen and slip
conditionally reposed
Upon the bed
her petite impression
his galvanizing
kiss