Sun-streaked topaz,
of faint silhouette,
woman gulping phrases,
uncanny mirror’s orbital,
of resonance,
in blind recess,
seeing, hearing icicled image,
psychic blobs melt,
in close locus,
hair-raising halo,
hallucinate my opal eyes,
sultry smokescape,
furnace of,
walnut garland,
from ambling weeper,
whose shaken trauma,
I shudder and pine for,
at red coal pit of,
my abdominal agony,
this lava veiled,
human’s sideswipe,
“you remind me of someone,”
whilst being eclipsed,
by vanilla vapours,
in a hazy billow,
rippling stream heart,
inducing isthmus of,
harrowing bereavement,
blue vault fluke
surreal concoction,
shrouded in mystique,
enigmatic shroud,
shrouded pang,
otherworldly episode
Dump me into the valley of the abandoned...
The forgotten,
And let my body fade into the deep
Where my heart shall rest.
Dump me where darkness resides,
Deep into the ancient caves of the unknown.
For that's where my soul shall find eternal comfort...
Far away from the tear-inducing waves of this life.
Let me rest into the hidden shadows
And never be woken.
For that's where my blood and sweat
Shall quench the thirst of new life.
Let the blazing sun age with a bye-bye
Of what was and never will be of me.
For dust I am and to it I belong.
We may liken lower vibrations as dust,
a contaminant opaquing light of soul,
so let us be wary of ego’s lust thrust,
since it but deflects us from our true life role,
inducing us to engage in deeds unjust,
distancing us from God’s light, our true life goal.
Now that the truth is known, it is up to us,
to meld our head with heart and board God’s bliss bus.
Why do rainy days inspire rest?
Today it may be that I woke up at 4am,
other days it could be that the sound
of rain is relaxing and sleep inducing
but I think rain touches humans deeply
and nourishes the soul
We don't need rain to grow like plants do,
but we do need rest and rain inspires rest
and reflection, and puts a barrier up
to some types of work
Rest and reflection, both inspire poets
Delectable daze
aligned aesthetic
shimmered swoon
of
bespoke ripples
svelte meander
induced isthmus
vapour vaulting
veracity stoic
conscious cognizant
bard assimilating
aureate archways
seismic
rendered relish
goading effervescent
literary lullaby
interwoven
opportune foramen
tinctured chasm
or otherworld
fractured frisson
bejewelled
template tempter
sonic madrigal
enticing
creative lunge
toward tiered
vanilla visuals
for
ethereal lyric
deft minstrel
of
fermented finesse.
lithe moulder
authorised pen
swimming
enigmatic estuaries
whilst
dance retinue
sunshine swathes
pivotal pirouette
spawning
erudite enjambment
satin weave
gossamer lens
whose
amaranthine fixed
focus eschews
bland doggerel
instead
chatoyant cynosure
replenished quill
lacquers
indigo imbued
bunting’s warble
inducing
hypnotic portrait
surreal verse
delirious
weave web
unravelled
dream denouement
of
epic entablatures
Still Foreign
No matter
how much love
is present
My feelings
truant reign
The ghost
inside me
will not leave
Inducing
love’s disdain
All joy
a vagrant
along the tracks
where distance
holds me sway
And love
still foreign
wherein I roam
and where
— I’m doomed to stay
(The New Room: February, 2026)
Blowback
Judge
lest thee
be judged
Harm
lest thee
be harmed
Steal
lest thee
be robbed
Kill
lest thee
— be dead
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Somewhere In The Queue
We’re all going
to die
Only the order
— stays undetermined
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Above & Beyond
Fire cannot
burn
Nor water
drown
The truth
at its essence
Immortal
— resounds
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
Owning The Moment
Pain on the front side
healing out back
Earning each scar
that my memory attacks
Writing uncensored
no words in arrears
Owning the moment
— unburdened by fear
(The New Room: February, 2026)
DIALOGUE WITH NATURE -:-
isolation
evokes
autonomy
symbolic
creativity
in EXPRESSIONS OF HUMANITY
appropriate
eccentricity
inducing
emptiness
undisturbed
in DEFINITIONS OF SELF
exclusive
explicit
austere
monastic
Ah, the story of ice and men...
and ice's cousin snow -
sit with me and soon you'll know -
a complex relationship. It takes
an unlucky turn when ice breaks,
or with a snowball's throw.
Though penguins are all in,
That's not always the way with men,
A person's heart that's cold as ice,
most folks won't consider nice,
but, come to think of it, yet, again,
who would not gladly partake,
if we assume the ice doesn't break,
inducing bodily harm,
and if her heart is warm,
in a heavenly skate...
with one's princess on a frozen lake.
Consider Frosty. Man and snow were one,
until he was killed by the sun -
while the ice and snow Mother Earth amasses,
are killed, not by sun, but with green-house gasses,
and when it's gone, men on thin ice are quite done.
Butterflies ’ rickshaw
Fabulously seductive
Besieger butterflies
Scolding with their
Prolific tickling waltz
As a vague obscure vail
Curtain of gauze
With a see- through mask
In a fluorescent hint of
Celestial glittery spark
In the velvety wing- flapping
Fluttering of fairies
Knocking on the entrances
Of the untold deep
Heart utterances
Miss Princess
In Cloudland
shaking a leg
Throwing a pirouette
In the haughty clouds
Dream Prince intoxicated
On trapping stimulation
Sophisticated simulations
Sweeping away
Tormenting love’s traps
For him shocking
Pathetic dummies
In fog of shroud of hesitation
A storm of indignation
The tension hindering bolt
Couldn’t scare away
This fairy- tremor inducing
Butterfly dance fading atmosphere
As the poorly-programmed project
had received no traction
badly borne out by the evidence
of no enthusiasm or action
with accumulation-based speculation
pulling strings as a puppeteer
when whipping up interest
then asking for a volunteer
inducing imploring inveigling
and coercing someone to commit
"It's more than my job's worth,"
said Jack, "but I'll take a crack at it."
latent muted newfound observations, quests raging
bemuse our heart and confound the mind
maverick ego is at play again
inducing cravings we must leave behind
beguiled, confused, depraved ego feels guilty
such pangs of conscience usher dawn
entering silence the ripples cease
betwixt bliss beat’s rise we are reborn
prayerfully quiet radiant soul tames umbrage
deeming thought forms as but illusion
thus by doing nothing at all
flame of our innocence exits delusion
delightful empowering favours God Himself infuses
bliss magnetism cascading in feeble form
on choosing to shed our resistance
heart’s swept away in love’s benign storm
~ When the earth cracks -
provides inspiring moments with timeless treasures ~
quote by poet
Have faith in a spring after winter
The pulse trembles as thin separator sheets
in the diary of poetry
drops that create the tree of life green
Still a little weak – sleep-inducing feelings
may need a long time to come to the surface
Liberating to reach for what matters most
It is an thrilling season to embark
The frozen earth slowly begins to thaw
Through the secret dark grave of the night
and the pockets of the sunrise
white wings unfold - champagne satisfies thirst divine
The process depends on the embrace
Receive springs snowdrops with a silent kiss
let our suggestion
be not an imposition
but only an offering
view point proffering
in utmost gentleness
to promote wellness
inducing love to spurt
seeking not to convert
eye nonjudgmental
mindful touch gentle
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
Thoughts rest as we float into our soul’s nest,
toroidal heart, where throbs soundless thunder,
bliss magnetism humming, deep in our chest,
leaving our presence awestruck in wonder.
At heaven’s gate, all nodes collaborate,
attuned to the pulse of the universe,
the music God makes, which then shapes our fate,
which we sing as a melodious verse.
Spine a harp, on which Divine Mother plays,
illumining our central vein with light,
rapture unbound, that by day and night stays,
inducing spasms borne by bliss beat’s delight.
God’s play divine sublime has but one aim ~
That in timeless time, we become the flame
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