One God; one spirit man; one creation.
One spirit man of infinite forms and
expressions. One earth of infinite size
and locations. One eternity of infinite
infinites. God breathes out so that we
may breathe in. He proves himself daily.
Faith and knowledge are a Universal One.
Divinities of stone
Humanity of bone
Legions march in time
to glossy cracked clocks.
Black Boots step to the metronome.
Before them dark skies become…
Into it they rise the pinnacle of infinites
to the bloody rim of Tyranny.
Roses, rage…
The blossoms bleed a sea of crimson,
roses rare and thorns deep
hands of humanity bound, keep.
To the rhythm of the metronome
Feel the rush of Methodrone.
Violence, the iron forge blaze…
god in gears and wires
black onyx eyes stare.
A field of roses rage to the right
A flight of Ravens reflect in the sight
into the burning night
stars illuminate.
Distance is the shallows depths,
as angry angels feast
As Graves gives up their ghosts
There are no distances
between us,
there are no mountains
no seas, no rivers
between us...
There is no endless space,
there are no parallel infinites...
What separates us...?
It's silence.
Only...!
Tranquil Zen mornings
Siddartha Nirvana noons
Infinites twilight
. Gluttonous Poetry
.................................
Your gluttony might be acquitted
But that anorexia! that anorexia!
Oh poetry, so sensitive as solitary
You good vicious and fascination
Eating the moral reasons left of poets
With a void of thousand thoughts
Like a delightful yearn of reveries
Oh poetry so full of ancious bliss
Which every idle solitude spring
From triffle leftovers of world infinites!
Alone you yearn to reconstruct events
And always succeeded in your imagination
At times you asked strange questions
In your thoughts watching rain fall steadily
Thinking of the natures rain had altered
And the nature it's trying to reconstruct
you were always adhered by peeved silence
Up sky the sun had lighted the day even in rain
These conflict of interest? its yours to digest-
These timid happiness is forever left in you.
Our ties are conditioned
to change, I concede,
But loss of love infuses vice
She staggers from
sensuous embrace
to unsavoury tryst
A single day for her
endures derision
and fuses with spite
Permissive intrusions on
her formative grace
ensure a slow descent
Idyllic consumption of faith
melds with disgrace
And discarded life
is piled upon nameless symptoms
My beloved maiden buries creed
She tippy-toes between star-rays
in recurrent mists
Thrust by uneven electives
to the throes of inquest
Finding those with a sensitive nature...
unbearably kind
They judge and spew soundless expletives
Clamour for unreachable life infinites,
She senses
that hope beyond a steep pier
is indelibly true...
but putatively quaint
She dives for cover
when senses engage
Derides her stilts
when
time is lost
And sings my praise
when night invites
Unencumbered by my body mass and girth
I fly along at the speed of whim
Unconcerned about physical attributes
I can focus on the joy and beauty of my vantage point
The world below and out in front of me, opens
The world of noise and doubt inside of me, closes
In this place of "betweens" I find solace
In this place of "infinites" I find myself
.......drifting....
.......yearning.....
...........growing.
****for the favorite mode of transportation contest****
Three little bodies
of three little strangers
that looked like
three best friends
posed with a
slump poise
next to an open
cylindrical
garbage container
that had it lid
kneeling against
the feet
of the can
and weeping sadness
fine drenching mist
of red tears.
Red tears
shaped like crosses
that bear
inscriptions
into the infinites
of victims,
who’ve splashed
their own mist
of redness
Against their wills
in factories
fields
and as
probing objects.
It won’t be long
till
three little interviews
will commence
for this position.
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