(“Original Mind”, 2017, original encaustic mixed medium)
You sit me down and tell me to stay
You have me stand beyond endurance
You have me walk all night until the dawn
And only then find rest.
What is there you want,
What is there I will not do,
What is there that awaits in gift
When all is asked for and so given?
The scent of a rose, is sweet and obvious
And yet has no way to know but in the smelling
Same for the joy of loving
And the pain of losing
Without the knowing they are but words.
(1/4/26)
There comes a moment
when the self
that once survived
by collapsing,
begins to rise
through reconstruction.
Not as a return to who it was,
but as a reclamation
of every fragmented piece
it once abandoned
to stay alive.
Initiation killing
Is so unfulfilling
Innocent people get hurt
Killed by a pervert
That is so sadistic
Or even animalistic
Many people do it under a lid
Because the victim is a kid.
Killing his own daughter
Is no matter for laughter
Abused her, his own daughter
From her there was no laughter
Beating her, and raping her
His speech is a slur
Drinking all day
Did not help her in any way
He raped her
then he killed her
She was a means to an end
Someone he could expend
He did not known what to do
Her life he could not re-new
So he hid her body in a drawer
Because, she was only four
The first sun inspires
words on the page.
A prompt asks
for a new poem.
I want it to feel
like the first kiss
stolen on a front porch.
I want it to beat
the heartbeat
of a young man
who learned to dream.
I want it to sing
to the stars at night
when I’m alone.
I want it to be with me
like my older cousin
when she sat by my side
and showed me
The Big Dipper
in an endless sky.
I want it to be
like nothing else
that came before
although I’ve traveled
many highways and roads.
I want it to take a deep breath
and celebrate the morning
when the world began.
Imagine a vertical column of light,
beginning at root, going up to the crown,
a tube of magnetism ushering delight,
expanding that energy flows all around,
reverberating thus by day and by night,
wherein all cells of form, in bliss rapture drown.
Pardon our diction; this is fact, not fiction,
here now within form, ego’s crucifixion.
A wild wisp,
bound by a vile kiss.
A rogue thought,
bound by flesh and an unchaste heart.
The parallax of bliss..
An outcast shut in.
Withering in distraught.
Die blessed, you stand in my cold rot,
Your flow taught.
Beckoned by a teal whisper,
enticing the senses to tame.
Amethyst's fragile wish,
inviting my essence to claim.
Your coy hum softens the core,
irrigates lust, makes me adore.
You dissent yet knead so servile.
Sweet subject, so ready, so fertile.
My Power to poise a psyche,
to hasten growth, or de-generate.
You waste in both pity and modernity;
a Dance of Eternity.
Hold my hand and crawl against the grain.
Surround my ecstasy with your misery and pain.
Hold it tighter and crawl through your shame.
Touch my flare, forget your guilt and blame.
Adhere to me; my servitude of the Bloodmoon.
Rebound your mental plea, succulent flame.
Centuries accrued in its elegant name.
Bask with me, potently; impel and preordain.
Longitude, latitude lives
we strain in this existenance
Inner exuberance, outward compliance
can we exorcise all our ignorance?
redefine our pleasuredoms to
potent people preferentials,
delivering stations of better times
avoiding being lost in aberrant moments
cautioning our latent pastules to levy.
Let us now recreate the mirror of
many measures, wherein the
night begins and all love
resides from within.
Vertical rod from root to crown
Throbbing bliss, within which we drown
Represents state of our being
Distancing soul from ego frown
Head and heart with love agreeing
Truth of oneness, clearly seeing
Divine entwined, we stand erect
From erst desires, our soul freeing
As love with love, does so connect
Cleansed now, is our latent defect
Each breath intake, celebration
Love, both the cause and the effect
Dwelling in void of cessation
Heart pulsates with jubilation
Moment to moment, thus vibrant
Unending, our meditation
03-November-2021
The Sushumna central funnel aglow
When polarities fuse in stillness slow
Upon divine union renewing within
Manifesting a blissful ignition
Ineffable joy in our heart thus grows
As the mist of bliss in our pores burrows
In feeling so believing, then we know
As the magnetic throb within brightens
The Sushumna
Transiting through a spacial calm mellow
Enlivened by the soma nectar flow
Ego receded, our body lightens
Far distanced from the outer worldly din
The staff of power, which radiates glow:
The Sushumna
24-December-2020
Manipura to Sahasrara the locus, where the throbbing staff of power does focus, suffusing each centre therein with bliss magnetic, is-ness of being-ness vibrant and ecstatic!
Moment to moment
To each bliss throb cognisant
Presence radiant
20-August-2020
the sun fades with a sigh
she and I stand together
a night of neon dreams
I give her a Valentine
she gives me her heart
a friendship for ages
becomes something more
we tell each other
I love you
for the first time
a breathless moment
I whisper
lest the moment be broken
and she says she likes my poem
and she likes something
as simple as a bio about me
desires to share
beg another evening
You came like an unveiled chameleon
Tried so hard to study the nature of the environment it’s into
Maturely penetrated through our minds
Fueled our behaviour which engulfs in a smoke
It chameleon character which faded and changed into our flames
And furtherly flared the smoke up and turn it into an unextinguished fire
Always hope extinguishing that fire will be impossibly unremedious
What a chameleon you are
In an environment you wish not to get rid of
What characters have we possess that you so much cherish
What blessing have you been to us
A giant wall has been built with your initiation
A companion we have enjoy
In your initiation we have succomb.
The Initiation
It is not easy to be young at 16 I was a galley boy
on a tankship that even then 60 years ago was ancient
crewed by old mariners who spent their free time
playing cards and talking about whores and now the ship
had docked in Le Havre.
It was dark when I went ashore sat in a bar and drank
Pernod I think. I didn`t go in there had promised my mother
to stay away from alcohol and women.
Light rain and the street light was sparse like there was still
a war on, a small girl standing in the rain looking like
a sparrow with a broken wing.
We went to a small hotel, but I didn`t have enough money
I got to keep my virginity for another day.
Walking back to the ship it was still raining and the old men
sat drinking one of them saw me and invited me in I accepted
by now I was so lonely and needed someone to talk to,
it was not like I could call my mother from a cell phone and
anyway, we didn`t have a phone back home.
The ancient mariners carried me on board.
The Initiation
It is not easy to be young at 16 I was a galley boy
on a tankship that even then 60 years ago was ancient
crewed by old mariners who spent their free time
playing cards and talking about whores and now the ship
had docked in Le Havre.
It was dark when I went ashore sat in a bar and drank
Pernod I think. I didn`t go in there had promised my mother
to stay away from alcohol and women.
Light rain and the street light was sparse like there was still
a war on, a small girl standing in the rain looking like
a sparrow with a broken wing.
We went to a mall hotel, but I didn`t have enough money
I got to keep my virginity for another day.
Walking back to the ship it was still raining and the old men
sat drinking one of them saw me and invited me in I accepted
by now I was so lonely and needed someone to talk to,
it was not like I could ring my mother from a cell phone and
anyway, we didn`t have a phone back home.
The ancient mariners carried me on board.
Baptism, Confirmation and Holy Eucharist
Constitute the Sacraments of Christian Initiation
Whose unity must be safeguarded
Accordance with the Lord’s will
It is necessary for salvation
04052014
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