Seeds are sown seeds will grow
into a weed into a rose
millennium passes into black holes
the sand will turn into glass
bones into dust-flesh into ash
eventually everything
blows back to the path back home.
There're no grand mysteries
only infinite, undiscovered truths
into the virgin soil of purity-[absolute]
miracles suckle from gravities root.
The ego often forsakes the creator God
careens into the blackness -alone
the sirens howl from the abyss
when angels bow to laws unknown.
Only when it is lost- only when it slips
does the ego bend a knee and cry for home.
Seeds are sown seeds grow
into a weed- into a rose
everything comes into its own being
the destiny of flesh is the soul's release
all will boomerang back home-infinity.
From gravities greed, I scream
From rivers of reality, I fly!
The city is in flux
The day dies at horizon's edge!
All I see is creation n gravities seams
The birth of a neutron star.
The smoldering ash of a cigar
Dreamscapes and moonquakes!
From reality, I run; gravity needs
In rivers, I drift as the city is in flames.
A day flies as time is nigh
I flick away these burning ashes, high!
Away from gravities, greed
I scream!
Images of broken lights that dance before my jagged tears,
Inspecting me and sending me to Jupiter and Mars,
High above the heady halls of home and heartless heresies,
We dream the dreams of galaxies and saturate the stars.
Through the Milky Way of space we travel at a snail's pace,
To reach the keeper and the face of our tranquility,
Youth are growing fantasies of life without the gravities,
And fears of those uncertainties of love and family.
Fallacy
They planted a seed and call it the truth
They Captivate the world and
Ask us for rent
If I have to be honest
Am paying my dues
In a world they told me is free and fair
What more do they need from the innocent
The days were blue but tomorrow is red
The unknown remain the fruits of their seeds
We keep paying for their growth
Daily working to their favour
This circle life never change cos
Their truth were planted with empty promises
All they wanted was what they've gotten
Sadly they left the innocent
with the gravities of their
Fallacy
Fallacy
I have told the world
They can't change
I propose the inhabitants
Of the earth to match up to the truth
We have been paying for their goals and aims
Yet our life in Africa remains the same
They feed us with their fruits of illusion
And now we can't handle our life's peacefully
With out their intrusive personality
We work we pay
We serve
they get the money
Despite their truthful lies
The world are still trapped
in their mighty nets of captivity
Cos all they taught us
and how they programed our life's
Is nothing but based on
Fallacy
Cornucopia Of Stars
Whilst cruised adrift soared vast ocean read stars,
Afar interval page Earth's crystal seas,
Space passengers booked sums bout avatars,
Chapter launches since archived gravities.
Scan per reposed heavens, Earth angels host,
Sprawled free honesty exalts harmony,
Wanderer's blessed hearts a sung melody,
Harp solos sojourners attuned utmost.
Origins, through edges, test proper hopes,
Advent horizon explorers broad scopes,
As Terra dwellers foresee remote news,
Of another Earth subsists whilst their views.
Nirvana utopists merge trudging past,
Transpires being the most advanced outcast.
2019 October 15
*Honorable Mention*
I sense Tomorrow is the Future
~~Sheri Fresonke Harper
the man in the moon tells his story bright with his face hoary, he smiles while
his conjoined menace whispers to the opposing edge of immensity behind his back
he says he can't say no,
while he is saying no to saying no,
so there in the truth it hides
or infinitely along its spine
crooked on a continuum only seen through seventeen artificial lenses
cleanses his thoughts
rids it of lies as it cancels out
or creates more truths while
the masks multiply hanging on hooks in plentiful supply for sale
sale scale scare care look like you're caring
on tv and smash them all in secret with tidal waves reacting to two gravities
in court he'll look down and count us all
and know that our sum is the only truth
(This moment ...of today’s new found moon)
I am cradling the moment
as I would cradle you ….if only you would let me
I have cupped it in my palm….in a small boat of white
…blue sails full of the warm summer winds that crest over my thumbs
Two yellow earth moons rise …one and two over
the western waves of my pointers and pinkies
They flirt and romance you in the moment ....with dabbling night lights
They curl around the earth
…just like you and I
always swirling around each other
twined vines…circling …rising
growing strong in our gravities force
but denied full union by the pulls of any other source
our ever ...up rooted love
our twine...our vines …cut back as if by morning light
only to grow again in 52 fortnights
Come to me in moon dreams…my love
Let me cradle you
...this moment is kind and the night is blind to refusals
and our love is always rising upon the ever edge of the glass ceiling of reality
Return to me …with the incoming tides
made higher still by today's two moons
and this our gravity..... eternal
The water is breathing
In it recedes
Out it proceeds
On with its mission
Flowing with gravities orders
Reflecting the barren trees
Shimmering with the breeze
The water speaks to me
Here I am Queen
Of things unperceived
My skin shimmers
with an iridescent sheen
The sun shines
crystalizing me
I slow down my motions
Meditating in silence
Opening up my emotions
Creating peace and quiet
I ponder my existence
My relative subsistence
Soaking up the earth
Feeling gravities resistance
Restraining my body from floating forth
I begin my ascension
Leaving the 3rd dimension
Entering unknown realms
Exploring without apprehension
Releasing my spirit from its physical state
My shape is insubstantial
I’ve opened an invisible gate
Here I am Queen
Of things I perceive
My consciousness
My spirit, my soul
Is what makes me whole
Here I am ethereal
My body doesn’t exist
Made up of cosmic material
I will infinitely persist
How can Geoff Duke be Dead
Going down to the bottom of Barregarrow
Past the crossroads above the road dives down
In my minds eye imagination drives me on
Full throttle impetus now a projection through space
Past the White Chapel a hundred and twenty miles an hour
Wheels skimming and dancing barely touching the ground
Skill and nerve enhanced playing with gravities pull
Ultimate this a test of a man to do his best
God bless the most famous TT rider Geoff Duke who died on the 1st May 2015 a lovely old man aged 92
I'd like to add him to list of the categories unlisted as - manly braveness and humility !
Two evil angels of man destruction
From a dark cloud
Descend an evil force
Like a fallen angel
The world now morn it gravities
Fallen two angels of destruction
One like a human
Another in form of just material
Two evil angels of man destruction
Just like a twins it both force
Now rule all we know
As most humans today
Base all dreams just to achieve
Material wealth
No wonder few just understand
And live spiritual
Now I know why the universe
Is no long accommodating
For this evil force
Is the blindness of our sight
To see God (love)
Two evil angels of man destruction
Our earth is being renovated with
Wars
Our needs are too endless
Yet this twins force keep existing
In us and with us
Ignorance still the end game
So I wonder how come love
Is forbidden
For we human don't know
Nature any more
Just only chasing and needing
Human and material desire
A twins force that ends up here
So bad!
Africa Today
New ways now in Africa
Yet this men pull our steps back many confuse of why
Yet keep keeping hopes alive
That for sure without action is of vain
Africa today
I see it coming the days of freedom
For today shows a near truth
That time will answer
I see it coming the days of equality
For this wars will surely stop
the gravities it bears
Is out of our redemption
Africa today
Africa this Africa that
All over the globe
We are not what is been shown
The truth is from the beginning
A threat to world vampires
on their empire their is no love
No go area they place us
So now we are so called
Third world people
What a classification
From our today
Morden civilisation
Africa today
If I say mankind today is unkind
What may be of it sense to reality
In a world rich in all ever imagine
Now what is the story
Today is like a turn of a return
Exchange of no change
Deaths and no report
Just as a morden trends
Yet hearts to guide
Remains heartless
As it Is a reality of the
Africa today
The librarian walked a dusty road.
Heading for the rodeo.
Her glasses on
The tip of her nose
And her hair curled in a bun.
She finally took a seat,
Barely taking the heat.
But in the mix
Of all these things
She was called out to the ring.
She climbed up on
The electronic bull
Hoping she could bare
Gravities great pull.
The bull tossed her,
And slung her to the dirt.
And forced the librarian
Back to her books.
Nature’s works enwombed
gravities' umbilical;
Hold me mother earth
universe sings cradle song,
solar winds whisper… hurry
Rare, natural, unblemished, lasting and profound
Beauty is penned, defined and crooned
From poets, authors, artist and strangers
Described in depth, penned to death,
Setting standards unreachable by the masses.
Products slathered, potions swallowed, scalpels wielded
Suctioned and enhanced to have a chance
In a world so small minded and superficial
Seeking an approved, natural look
From the very masses that sit in self help classes.
Time creeps up, with gravities silent pull
Stripping the unnatural lifts, tucks and additions
Gone are the showpieces, the odes of the poet
Forgotten by the masses attending their classes
Artificial beauty, behind walls free of mirrored glasses.
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