There are people who've died.' Buried yet not gone, they cry out for justice, loud and
Long..Rik Mayal, JFK, Bob Marley, Diana too, Virginia, Stan Meyer, the covid co-horts Do.' Those who were slaughtered in Germany 1940 on through' today in Gaza
Now what say you.? You munitions makers, you in IBM.' you in hugo boss, and
Ikea all you ss friends.' Mad about ( oak leaves) and forest gods, there are groves for killing, by thosecwho consider thay are gods,.? But the dead are many.' And they
Cry out loud; and long' they are heard
By the God; of all. He's never been blind all
Along.' Yes you put a bag on His Head; in such ( you announced to all ) just who you
Are.' So much was saud' Thats how you will fall, blind leaders all
Stumbling to when the ( moment blinks!) In the eye of eternity ' you will wear the (hood-wink) you satanic servers..You serve satan, yet you he also hates, there is a
Place for you waiting' the latest hell in great flame gyrates.' A vortex of lonliness where eternal winds, will shred your ever-being..As your former victims realise Their true Word.'
Prior to intent, in the unmanifest,
where creative will of God reverberates,
in us as the Monad, in peace and at rest,
the seed of desire in our heart then gyrates,
bringing about creation at God’s behest,
enacting its role till the desire abates,
whence heart quiescent it returns to the source,
in time dissolved stillness without use of force.
Ego indulgence is a brainchild of mind,
which labours within the matrix of space-time,
so to be free, head and heart must be aligned,
whence all that is then left, is God’s bliss beat chime,
melding with which, ego cravings are declined,
that all nodes tango dancing, conjure a rhyme,
enabling us then to reclaim Monad’s light,
which mirrors God’s heartbeat, throbbing with delight.
The pretty campus damsel
Is on the rove this nigh night
She easily ropes in loaded men
As she gyrates her curvy bosom
Her Torrie's remind one of nivarna
And you can see Catalonia peaking
From the little black dress she wears
She undaunted that we are on campus
With girlies being on plentie Barbie rules
And ensnares with ease and natural charm
She's a beauty to behold and loves dances
On the dance floor she easily baits boys
Be they boys or men her nature easily snares
As long as you're pickups are loaded
You are enroute to this exiting encounter
Falcon heights are soars and shores you win
With her you will sure taste the allures of
Zamzam that beautiful city of beauty
Tasting what is the reserve of demigods
Hoping you are not eternally damned
For love is but a divine thing and sensual
Sensualized forbidden pleasures she wares
Conch shell sea gem and sea snail
Horn held tone gyrates the tritonis trumpet
Note blown ending battles on a splinted scale
Epitome depictions make cameo’s regret
Emergent higher seas, onward this ship shall sail
Tidal wave warnings of an uprising onset
as bliss magnetism spikes, we cannot bear
heightened rapture that within form pulsates
although no doubt God tends to us with care
in spasms of delight our body gyrates
poised thus tremulously at heaven’s gates
there’s a limit to bliss form can contain
more so when ego is yet to be slain
Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
The Dance of Anger…
A weary waltz,
on a sheenless floor.
Offbeat music
gyrates an endless cycle.
On two, accent anxiety’s weakness
Syncopated rhythms erupt.
Love songs
are a miss.
Vinyl scratched,
for a touch
a large charge
or a bit of blood.*
Choreographed to move timely and allay tears.
Uncrazy!
Dance to a different drum.
It ticks, it merges,
It runs, and converges, and spills,
It twists, it turns,
It dilates, it gyrates,
It shrinks, and convulses, and kills.
And one day,
No matter what we do,
It stops…
For some with a whimper,
For some with a shout…
And in spite of what poets and pundits say,
On that inevitable day,
There's no glory when the ticking stops
And time runs out.
Author's note: Albert Einstein is reputed to have said: The reason for time is so everything doesn't happen all at once. He may have been right…relatively speaking.
Third eye vibrates, showering bliss,
Divine Mother’s rapturous kiss.
Each node within our form gyrates;
showering bliss, third eye vibrates.
Silent thunder, at play within,
cleanses our soul of every sin
and as we look on in wonder;
at play within, silent thunder.
We alone know, the way we feel,
as bliss bursts forth with zest and zeal,
imbibed by us in stillness slow;
the way we feel, we alone know.
Lower mind rests, erst fears recede,
in childlike trust, we let God lead
and as our soul attains new crests,
erst fears recede, lower mind rests.
We feel complete, our ego dies,
doing nothing, we touch new highs,
for with head laid down at God’s feet,
our ego dies, we feel complete.
05-May-2023
Swap Quatrain
Goddess from heaven
with a top of golden;
Descended like an omen
to brighten the minds of men.
She sings deeply well;
She dances like an angel;
She acts like it's real
and casts away her spell.
Her beauty that enslaves
enthralls the heart that craves;
Her body that gyrates
stirs the drowsy spirits.
Her sweet smile with spell
is filed with deep meaning;
Only the rightful hearts may tell
what lies deep within.
But it's her flipping hair
That sends all eyes to snare
Like her name on a paper
That blows up her ember
I wish I lived in her time
So she might remember me
Her faded memory
Struck the heart of sympathy
But the legend of her smile
Still lives in memory
For her glorious divine
Is a track in history
February 24, 2023
White flowers of East
Scents of ethereal angels
Small petals that ease
Gyrates in the air that please
Blossoms underneath that heaps
Subtle, tingling, blissful caress
Wholeness of being, free from stress
Essence of presence celebrates
Each node within, Cupid’s address
Magnetic heat, pheromones grates
To music of spheres, soul gyrates
Bliss elixir suffuses form
Soma nectar drips through love’s straits
Mists divine are both cool and warm
Magical is, this benign storm
The false drops away, truth is known
Rapture unbound, is the new norm
Bliss and wisdom, that’s ours to own
Borne of love and light, is home grown
Within our heart, is God’s heaven
Yet each must enter there alone
05-September-2022
We glimpse a shift as space pulsates
We know there’s no mistake
Across the veil, our heart gyrates
When third eye does awake
Mind and sense withdrawal
We feel hidden realms call
God’s light we all recall
Soul links
We glimpse
23-February-2022
Quietus
the greenland shark can be seen around greenland
and the brain begins to slow at 24
my brain fully developed in primary school
but my face has yet to do so
toxins in the air juxtaposed with the fermi paradox
rivers of mercury and winston churchill's parrot
i want to move to monaco
where all the mitochondria gyrates
the school don't ask me to host the christmas party
they ask the long-legged wood elf of a pe teacher
but i'm teaching romanticism
and still want to join the circus
Pendulum fulcrum is so still
As periphery moves
Likewise thoughts distil, as voids fill
In divine entwined grooves
Nonchalant witness stance
Love with love in parlance
Gyrates in joyous dance
Bliss sensorium
Pendulum fulcrum
24-November-2021
Quietus
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