Line of inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” - Unseeking Seeker
When sanctity of sane sense turns into anger inferno
with fury embers erupting from the violent volcano,
curling up feral with the spreading smoke of spite,
rationale rays remain concealed in sobriety spectrum.
We need not run away from the blaze to self-heal,
or seek shelter in the disdained den of disregard,
nor we should ignite another flame in enraged soul,
face malice intrepidly, and feel good in retaliation.
As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain another fire,
for, it burns fast in the linked space of attachment,
we confront malevolence with calm confidence of poise,
don’t let the flame incinerate the serenity of our souls.
When flow of absolution springs with love from within
with embracing empathy of mounting divine fountain,
compassion douses spiteful fire with sympathy shower,
emanating with timeless joie de vivre of innate ecstasy.
Treacherous invaders ever growing,
in dark, damp places always showing,
protective boundaries, they will breach,
insidiously extending their evil reach.
How will I conquer these fungal sinners?
I'll intrepidly cook mushrooms for dinner.
Stagnant of thought.
Albeit, without any emotion.
Love never sought.
Life without living.
Tumultuous nothingness.
No taking or giving.
Intrepidly I advance, devoid of fear.
This earth I have trod.
That is why I am here.
I am a child of God.
In your blazing blood-shot eyes I see
you seethe inside in the inferno of anger.
The twisted tongue throws out raging words,
charged with the toxin of your venomous mind.
The sanctity of sane sense turns into
fury embers erupting from violent volcano,
curl up feral with the spreading smoke of spite,
rays of rationale you don’t see in the sun of sobriety.
I don’t run away from you to self-heal,
or seek shelter in disdained den of disregard,
nor do I ignite another flame within enraged me
to face you intrepidly, and to feel good in retaliation.
As a fire can’t ever extinguish or contain
another fire for they burn fast the linked space,
I confront you with composed confidence of poise,
and don’t let you incinerate the sanctum of my soul.
Flow of absolution emanates from within
with embracing empathy of divine fountain,
my compassion drenches you with serene spray,
douses the fire in you with the shower of forgiveness.
Fleeing into solitude
his excuses were lost
eyes pointing inward
embracing the cost
Intrepidly deeper
the cave to unmask
as demons and angels
are slayed in his path
Alone and rebirthing
both fury and rage
a hero emerges
rejecting the sage
Released from self-loathing
all ego begone
polarity crumbling
the right and the wrong
From out of the lake
of reflection to rise
a thunder triumphant
o’er truth and its lies
To wander eternal
in godlike refrain
old dogma retendered
—his spirit reclaimed
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
beyond the beach
where electric currents fail to reach
sands of time rise high
on waves depicting you and I.
we carry the beat of a different sound.
your face
one of innocence
your wistful smile the bow
to break right through my hurting surface
intrepidly imperfect
re-adding color and purpose
making sense of
the mono-chromatic prism of my heart to which
I am forever bound
imprisoned
encased in ice.
lost at sea
through jagged cliffs you safely
guide me back to shore
back home
back to life.
Lost in consciousness,
sublimely aware of the dust motes
that saccade my sight, as they
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct
the cawing of the raven perched
upon the window's edge.
How crisp the turbid air,
with its frosty demeanour,
clasping my hands in an icy grip.
What thick musk
provokes my senses,
creating a palpable taste
upon my palate.
Within such deep consciousness,
I shall allow my whole self
to wager intrepidly
into the sensual storm of creation's
intricacy and intimacy.
That I may recall with reverence
that we were once one.
12.10.2021
My journey has been long
a few steps proven wrong
I keep searching for a way
with the dawn of each day
to discover where I belong
before I sing a Swan Song
I seek a virtuous moral path that will lead me to a much better life
A more righteous one without knowing hardships, miseries and strife
I've walked with countless burdens; each a heavy albatross on my back
And I've grown weary of being dealt yet another losing hand of blackjack
At this crossroads I stand
A choice at my command
Which way shall I choose
I'm not offered any clues
To bear right or to the left
I'm feeling sad and bereft
Tears fall as I humbly pray
Upon my knees, I now say
Give me Your guiding light
A North star shining bright
Or trills from a nightingale
If moonbeams are too pale
I need to view a faint glow
of hope so I'll surely know
the direction of my destiny
Time to declare, intrepidly
in a clear, reassuring voice
the roadway of my choice
Hoping it's the one for me
The path that sets me free
Posted September 24, 2021
Crossroads Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues
A man clad in mystery,
history would learn
His face on the mountain,
immortality earned
A man from tomorrow,
reliving today
Intrepidly fated
—truth on display
(Crazy Horse Monument: May, 2008)
"Silence is a Poem"
Silence is a poem
she is music in me
a constant chattering conversation
she is my daily mantra
big love residing in my heart
wrapped as a gift;
the child in time
finds me waiting
in words she traces from my mind
I’ve written for her
A path,
she intrepidly follows
She unties the ribbons
Love is not blind
It is for her
my present
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
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Sarveshaam Svastir Bhavatu - Universal Prayer With Lyrics - Rajalakshmee Sanjay
Images of incineration interrupt
Infernal imagery imposes in intricate intervals, illegible to those ill with ignorance
Inadequate ideologies imply impoverish ways, never to be incriminated no matter how idiotic
Inattentive to our imaginary inflation issues
Improvident to the waste of industrial indispensables
Keep ignoring the impending invasion and downward inclination or intercept the intrusion on your intellect and intervene
Invent instinctively into your own invincibility
An influx of idiots with no positive incline, our inability to feel insults our intelligence
Intolerant insecurities about income and the "it" influences impair our inner insight
This IS an impeachment against the institutions for informing the incredulous and inciting the irrelevant
I will stand intrepidly, inheriting the impending inferno
Day after day I’d be walking on autopilot back to my abode
Till there it was that stop-you-in-your-tracks odorous bouquet
How lovely those long awaited lilacs would magically explode
Brazenly caressing my tender nostrils every month of May
All so very eager for that first sign summer’s on its way
A forerunner reminder that school would soon be out
Lilacs announced freedom intrepidly to the wind
Of that there would be never the least infinitesimal doubt
After a year of being studious, not much left to rescind
Suddenly daydreams of summer were allowed and we just grinned
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest THE SCENT OF BAKING BREAD, THE SCENT OF CLEAN SHEETS FRESH OFF THE CLOTHESLINE sponsored by SARA KENDRICK - RANKED 1ST
Before I leave from this world
A vision of you I yearn to see
Intrepidly my heart leads on
I possess the door but not the key
A swan on this lake of love
Loneliness, finally, has reared its head
Cold is the lake I am drifting on
I search the shallows for warmth instead
No comfort to be found for my aching heart
The shallows may be clear to see your way
But I desire the depths to dive down in
To turn this night into day
It was a day that was set so deep back in her past
For as of today it was such a dark contrast
But soon after Roe vs Wade had eked into law
This poor woman would experience her greatest fall
So as each new year so intrepidly passes her by
All those questions only grow louder as to why
And just as tomorrow will soon be here
None of these answers have ever become clear
There is nothing she can change or anything she can do
Except maybe telling her story to someone like you
For tomorrow is going to be a very long day
But it will be for young women like you that this woman will pray
For even though thirty eight years have now since past
Each year gets harder to take than the last
If anyone ever offers you an anniversary like mine
I pray to God that you will instinctively decline
Lovers each parted their ways,
Tears cause misty sprays.
Colder grew them both,
Love amid them was now an old growth.
Lovers wear on their poignant face a pair of abysmal drenched brows,
Each parted brow one crumpled, other rumpled as twinge, sonorous it grows.
Their ways parted but for scores to come both would grieve,
Tears to obscure make believe a poker face for all to deceive.
Cause misty sprays now quench and quell the fervent fires of the raving heart,
Colder grew to icier but a dim flame of passion lies to be kindled although apart.
Them both a score later brought face to face by fate or fortune to meet,
Love amid them, wedged, now flickered and glinted, sneering smiles as they greet.
Was now at hand frozen silence and two tear blubbering faces,
An old growth of love renascence and regenerates.
Now the feelings cold erase and hate displace,
To make way for their searching love to take them to a higher place.
To melt intrepidly into each other’s arms and embrace,
Depose and oust with grace the long worn mask of the poker face.
Et cetera Poetry Contest
29/2/2012
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