Was a warm glowing field.
I remembered it by scent.
Holographic thoughts formed
Like liquid beneath me, and I drifted
Through a blizzard of desires,
Impulses, and intuitions.
I was a knave, naive every time.
I sat there and got dizzy over
Ways to make spinach
So my kids would one day eat it.
I asked you to come with me , so I could show you all the things id never seen. Safely wrapped in a bubble made of glass and mystery. Time was running out, lack of oxygen if I had to guess. We could float around like angles; hearts filled with regret. never worried who would catch us or if anyone would care. we only knew we could survive the fall as we glided through the air. You were just like me a little dirty in the face so we took each other by the hand just to have another taste. We went ridding in a bubble made of glass and mistrust bouncing off there walls not caring who saw us. I promised to show you Exstacy. A cloud in the shape of a nine. Now don't just stand there with that look of wonder thinking how many I've wrapped up with this same line. When every intuitions screaming 'JUST DONT DO IT' we'll only burn our time. Haunting coper eyes wrapped with a beautiful tounge its alive in mortal flesh that's been kissed by the sun. Ahh the sweat taste of betrayal, with a hint of lies we are definitely not the ones to kiss on the lips when all we do is lie. So don't kiss me with your shallow tounge or have your feelings show i have only one rule as above so below
Belief defies logic.
Faith leaps beyond belief or reason.
We cherish beliefs because they are indeed irrational.
You can't prove a negative in an open system without boundaries.
Absence of evidence doesn't provide evidence of absence or non-existence.
Even the most rational belief systems rest on untestable or unfalsifiable beliefs, or intuitions.
Belief in God or Gods, relies on answers to mental "what if questions",
Which defy logic, because the concept of God is neither logical nor rational.
For to God and their believers, everything and anything, is possible all at once forever.
The problem with the belief in God or Gods lies not within the believers,
But when they thrust their beliefs and their consequences upon others.
Let it be - respect beliefs for what they are to one selves alone.
Imagine- - beliefs that are mutually respectful not mutually disrespectful of others,
Believe what you will, and what you want to believe, about God and Gods,
I'm totally OK with that,
But please respect my beliefs, quandaries, doubts, mind-games and dis-beliefs as well.
The Society Calls Me Black!
I looked into the mirror, but all that was painted was black,
"Blackey," they call me, but my brain isn't dark.
These potentials led to pits in the dark,
Welcome, the society calls me black!
I could have danced to the rhythm of their appraisals,
But my "Kolomentalism" left me in columns.
Like Matrix, I left my rows to get my arch,
The society calls me black!
My color made me the "?rú" in my territory.
With my possessions, I'm called an ape with so much savor.
Why must I obey?
The society calls me black!
With my sound base in the pharynx, why do I remain voiceless?
My talks went blank, so I was soundless.
Yet my intuitions are invaluable, but the locks that seized my voice are mysteries.
The society calls me black!
My uniqueness is now barbaric,
Living in a life that snares.
My "ila," the beauty, is now a mockery.
Because society still calls me black.
©Butterfly
I go within my being and touch the core of my soul.
Like a monk in deep meditation, my mind is quiet.
Exploring the hidden, unknown truths has become my goal.
My conscience and consciousness are filled with blissful delight.
Insight, like the nectar within flowers, secretes in me.
Patience, as in cranes, amalgamates with self-control.
Concentration pervades me like that of a honey bee.
Intuitions, not impulses, play a paramount role.
I'm alert in my waking, sleeping, working, and dining.
Unlike flooding rivers, my movement is like a calm stream.
I could feel, wisdom and truth, like celestial light, shining.
This cosmic existence turns into a heavenly dream.
Each movement and moment is filled with sensitivity.
My thoughts, words, and deeds are born of psychic tranquility.
The door; now shut, welkin turns some lights on; others out
An open window lets in all the sounds that night's shout
Tucked in a quiet place; I find myself the most at home
Sucked into a coma; my feet blistering while they roam
Inside dreams mirror; lives a place where sanities cloned
This is where my tortured, troubles, edges are finely honed
It's in this bliss that my perceptions are never nearer
To bring about what makes coarser intuitions clearer
Wiping away the morning fog, I gently touched sincere
Waking to be loving; is why my heart beats persevere
Stars of Clarity 11-22-23
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Stars of Clarity
Lost in ebony
Void of bursting astral intuitions,
Alabaster amber stolen,
Abandoned in delirium’s decay
Of dying brown dwarfs
Hoarding lavender purple leftovers,
Hidden remnants of disguised advent,
Ashen sojourner wades through impotent stardust
Numb in faded platinum insight.
Out of grey vertigo
Carmine dwarfs arise to overshadow ebony
In a giddy sense of spangled glitter
When enigmas and puzzles
Step out of nebulas into mystic purity.
Pilgrim, found in neon,
Incandescent cavalcades of exploding chartreuse
Guide ephemeral crystalline visions,
Burnished auroras splash across epiphanies,
Rounded shards divulge silver nativity,
When salient flashes nurture constellations of certainty,
Astral sparks of cosmic scarlet explosions,
And shrouded a-ha’s emerge like incandescent sextons
Leading to stellar sequins - champagne diamonds of clarity.
There was a time, when the sun was our guiding light,
amidst clouds of twilight that paint our skylines bright.
There were no misleading traffic signals,
halting our ride into the mysterious nights.
A shimmering candle was the spark of truth within-
reflecting intuitions that guide through confusions.
Life was then a simple highway with fewer obstacles,
yet in our ignorance we refuse to see—
we've long followed flawed stars dressed in glowing moonrise.
I ponder, when will rain wash away hazy riddles?
as my heart is hollow and I feel empty,
like a lost gypsy on the sidewalk of a nameless street,
wrapped in a blanket of hope,
longing for empathy over a cup of poetry.
Maybe there's still a secure path for the ones that wander,
to steer without looking sideways for toxic trespassers,
lurking in curved corners behind unsupervised stop signs,
flickering amidst double lies of deceptive lines.
I am
your lilac moon,
cocooned in cashmere wool
of clouds that carol in chorus,
love-sewn
Searching
for life beyond
hieroglyphic fangs
of hoaxed hydrangeas, exiled in
grey moors;
Today,
jasmine stars taste
bittersweet and each tan
twilight reminds me of your scent,
deadly
And no
inked dots align
in intuitions from
constellations of confusion,
again;
So, drink
saturated
misunderstandings as
mist from blood-stained petals like plush
smoked tears
As, hope
has always drawn
me as a chirping flake,
faced like a lonely gold-lilac
luna.
ONCE WE FALL...
Once we fall in love, you be my next of kin,
I automatically love every crack in your skin
and every freckle of light in your eyes.
That's the point when our personalities
reinstate love and fascinate at every slice.
Once we fall in love, worry not about the splash;
Intuitions and initiatives will be our main push.
I will fall in love with your looks while sleeping,
feel the ambience of your soul like I'm love sippin',
and enjoy the way your mouth curves
when you say my name with every puffs.
I might be complex occasionally, leading to a frenzy
but for me, loving you will always be easy
cos I'm loving and can awake your ecstasy,
Let's marinate each other's likeness - quasi.
Once we fall in love, an impediment is a breakthrough.
He who is loving makes him lovable too!
That makes a perfect union of an imperfect two!!
All I ask is, never give up on me and stay true;
Then in return, I will never quit loving you.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©? 30th July 2023.
Inside monotheistic ego aware
feeling
outside polytheistic co-empathic
These inside enlightened intuitions
outside verbal empowering cognitions
reflecting cooperative
in-between positive co-relationship
representing explicit wealth wants
and implied health needs
Win/Win co-relational regard
awareness
noticing all genetic roads lead back
back
back
To outside EarthTribe stabilization
inside
four-dimensional whole system fractals
Winters inside dormant outside
Springing active outside leading
feeding inside wealth of hunger
and healthy thirst
Summer ego/eco-climaxing systems
nurturing nutritional
identity individuation
full Yang cooperative maturation
Falling mortal outside leaves
failing freezing young root systems,
buried inside nuts
and seeds
of potential refertility
Autumn's harvest integrity
reflecting
fomenting inside naked souls
feeding outside depleted soil
Positively regarding balance
tipping winter solstice promise
of ecosystemic past inside
and future outside
regenerations
Yet to EarthTribe thrive
despite genocidal
climate warnings
Inside ego aware
encultured feelings
outside co-empathic.
Like silver moonbeams,
our intuitions ride life's dark waves;
rising, falling, glistening-
lighting our way.
May 16, 2022
Contest: Naani Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 25 per HMS
O pilot of my whole being! O Soul! Spirit! Atma!
O, you that leads me to the absolute Paramatma!
O, I yearn to connect with you! Communicate! Converse!
O, I long to touch you; feel you; in you to get immerse!
I'm as weak as a jellyfish; unable to hold me,
I try all the ways, to go within, like novice rishi;
I explore my self - like a saintly sage - my past, present,
I try my focal point; to this my energy I spend...!
Do I, like greedy rich, lean on my material wealth?
Or, like hypochondriac, overanxious about health?
Or, as orthodox mice, raffle-rousing, terrorizing?
Or energy wasted thinking of adversely acting?
Now, like an alchemist, I tread into my magic lands,
Like a researcher - study, synthesis, weigh wetland sands;
Like a naturist, explore beauty; ponder! Contemplate!
Like farmer, plow; manure; cultivate; irrigate; harvest!
I examine my frequent existence; stop, look, and walk!
I wait for signs from within; only inner voice I talk!
I place my hands, on my heart, and question my intentions,
I make my yatra within; walk moved by intuitions...!
02 January 2022
Let there be dawn, let there be rising dawn
By gratefulness of God which is awaken in the temple of heart,
In limitless joy, incessant love
By looking at the whitish-golden morning sunny ray
Let there be dawn, let there be rising dawn
In the bloomed meditation of intuitions,
By wandering of wisdom in the rhythm of poetry
Killing the ego by the introspection
Let there be dawn, let there be rising dawn
For you, mine, all of us
In the constant global humanity
By the unadulterated heartiest definition
04.03.2021 Chattogram
Money
The most preferred content of a bulging envelope
For those with a project to develop!
A solicitation by the poor,
With sometimes bent knees on a floor.
Tempter of twenty – first century thieves
Hoping to receive the accolades of Chiefs;
Motivator of wildfire ambitions!
Rooms widening for intuitions!
A guarantor of treasured privileges,
Has had people plucked from stagnant villages;
Money is a capital concern to all bursars,
As much, the singular obsession of grabbing misers
To whom making it is pretty hard,
Once with little, turns its fierce guard!
Not itself an edible
But makes each one saleable.
The reward to tune-singing piper,
His beads of perspiration, best wiper;
The trusted charmer of a woman
To nearly all her man says “Amen”
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