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Infinite pitch black void zoomed,
I vacillated then pitched headlong
(head and knobby knees, over heels)
where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed,
and antithesis of freedom loomed
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon groomed
courtesy the once mighty Mississippi,
now barely a babbling brook in places
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
till after honeymoon, than couple fumed
one accusing the other of infidelity
absolute zero witnessed crime of passion
lifeless bodies in shallow grave entombed
after violent retribution forensic experts
determine homicide after lovely bones exhumed
shotgun marriage from getgo doomed
structured sound of silence boomed.
Against the wishes of slumbering wife,
the following I nonetheless narrated,
to you how she temporarily held
yours truly check (mated),
thus eternal salvation sought
at healing waters of Lake Woebegone
repurposed conscious being
to experience sanguine mood linkedin
attending high school reunion
ridding hypocrisy, modesty,
and travesty initially I hibernated
away from madding crowd
once for all ascending
soul asylum gilded gated
stairway to heaven
consanguinity amidst deceased brethren
impossible mission to discern,
dawdling against inevitable fated
doom, thus I nevertheless equivocated
and bemoaned series of unfortunate events.
Daniel Handler an American writer and musician
best known for his children's series
A Series of Unfortunate Events
and All the Wrong Questions
Lemony Snicket honestly created
salvation blissfully, knowingly belated
and thankfully ameliorated.
At long last doomed existence
finally fancy free and footloose
Earthly afflictions divine creator
severe trials and tribulations let loose
promise body, mind and spirit triage
damn physical, mental, and
spiritual afflictions permanent vamoose
yoked Sisyphean and mephistophelean woe
summoning herculean strength
(mine) to vanquish
courtesy (halloo) gibbet welcome noose
necks stop outer limits analogous cooked goose.
Playing mind games everyday
What does that get us hurts only you
The one who runs the mouth
It ain't all about you it's all about them
What games you play when you are heading for the end
You be the only one that loses out
We go through our day
Like zombies at night
Praying on the weak
It's a game we all play
In some part of our lives
We want to roll first
We want to take them down
But I don't understand why
The games we play when love is at a close
Hurts only those around
The bigger picture is the one of a family before
It's not about pity choices
Who gets what
Who takes who to the cleaner
This game was played out of love
Out of the odds which weren't in your favor
But it does not have to end with an absolute victory
Because the price is to high
The ones who lose the biggest are your children
So look around just because the building has crumbled
Does not mean the foundation needs to fall to
Carry on and put the mind games aside
Because everyone has a chance to win when you play fair.
My dogs look at me and I know what they say
Go away, shut up so we can play
They look at me with those adoring eyes
And know how to get their prize
They know how to manipulate my soul
Have me under their full control
They will bark at me if they want something
Will bully me until I start succumbing
They dare me to challenge them
No shouting or condemn
They will answer me with attitude
Expecting me to show gratitude
They are so damn cute
And an absolute hoot
They are the rulers of my world
Without them I would be twirled
They keep me going everyday
They are kind and gentle, not when they play
They can communicate
And can educated
Into their way of thinking
Without over thinking
They are my fur babies
All cute as daisies
I knew I’ve written the worst verse ever
When my sweetheart found another girl
Then in there I’ve disclosed some secrets
Like body odor and his horrible foul breath.
Our first dating moments were disgusting
His kisses and ways of hugging
If hugged, a synthetic statue
I got an allergy from his kisses, too.
Transformed by my selfless love
Changed his bath soap from Tender Care to Dove
Set aside muti-toothpastes
Took an advice and went to see dentists.
A day I’ve found him with another girl
I roared like lion with vision's swirl
Stepped backward, grabbed my pen and paper
And wrote a verse — the worst one in the universe, ever!
Emotions poured out profusely through my ink
Spilling his kind of love that disappeared in a wink
As madness bursts with tear-drops
I scribbled that worst verse about his secrets in all caps…
Your love is an absolute handicap
A waste of time…a piece of crap!
I’ll never hang myself with a rope
There’s a better man out there waiting, I’ll elope.
Last lines were my lessons learned, loud and clear:
Toxic relationship is one-way loving and giving care
We'll end up in depression then cry
And ask why love is a dove that’ll fly.
Today’s the day that Henry’s 8.
He’s growing fast; we’ll celebrate
And though I love each stretch and stride,
A little pang can’t be denied.
The baby in my arms I rocked
As lullabies my mind unlocked;
The pudgy toddler on my lap,
Preferring stories to a nap.
The music classes and the gym;
(Though climbing high was not for him.)
The times when we would say goodbye
And he would follow us and cry.
Before the tablet and the Switch,
Together times were sweet and rich.
To be with Henry, sharp and bright,
Was absolute and pure delight.
Of course, he’s still the greatest boy
Who brings me lots of deep-felt joy
But as the years add up, I see
There’s much less time and need for me.
It should be thus; I can’t complain
And our connection will remain.
Yet as I glimpse back to the past,
I feel like it’s gone by too fast.
Carte blanche,
this scribe bandies, exercises,
and indulges inexplicable gravitas
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness,
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed,
linkedin as some lingual philanderer,
which oral intercourse,
this sensate being suckles
figuratively das bosom
sans mother tongue i.e. english language
unbeknownst to this cobbler,
dabbler and fiddler with rhetoric
why those twenty six letters constituting
sole lingua franca known to him,
admittedly beheld captivate, fascinated,
genuflecting, high handedly
inflated educated cerebral cortex
aflame with fiery passion
asper language affianced to himself,
liberal minded radiant,
redolent and rudimentary scribe,
who would book chartered flight
per voluminous Goddess
to the ends of the Earth demonstrating,
hallucinating and punctuating affinity,
cupidity energetically gravitating ingratiation
knowingly manumission
only pleases queen rhetoric,
she thrives unequivocally
viz warbling xeroxed yapping
zestfully, amorously and beatifically,
charming dame, entrances fixation,
germinating hypnosis,
idyllically juicing kinetic love
mister nonestablishmentarian
obliquely producing
quintessential rhapsodies,
sonnets, rhyme less threnody
uber veneration towards prosaic
radiant, redolent romantic
in tryst ting worthily winsome weaver
doth frigate gently heaves illustrious,
joyous, kindness
livingsocial, merrily opportunistically profligate
overlooking many averse trait
viz zit ting this absolute brute,
cheating discrete envoy,
fantasizing glorious hedonistic insurmountable
barbed, blackened, and jazzed ken,
when, even as a haploid male or female germ cell
able to unite with another of the opposite sex
engendered genetically inherent
kickstarter mature oldster
quacking sociological product
tete a tete paramour the
reason aye wrote this poem.
The unwavering faith molds the mind
for its inward journey to the eternity,
life turns into a turbulent river,
the currents of contemplation interlace,
and carry the elements of innate reflection.
The ultimate merger with the serene sea,
shaping the fathomless soul,
manifests in the final amalgamation
with the aspects of infinite bliss,
sublimating the essence of mental motif.
The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the course of introspection to the absolute
through the layers of consciousness,
disappear in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of dark acuity.
The soul then shines in the spiritual glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehension odyssey ends
in the seamless sanctum of the supreme,
the oneness configures into thought rested awareness.
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December 11, 2022
Contest : Thought Rested Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Act Eight, Chapter One. Part One
Part of a Grander Play.
A Holy War is afoot!
The lines are drawn in the sand, in blood
The plans are conspired upon,
priest gather like scavengers
in the pallor, in the rooms,
cracks of the home.
Their cloaks flapping like wings of ravens.
The generals buy time
with there little black books.
Pages from holy grimoire flutter
My little girl is dying,
No. That is not possible.
Just yesterday she was running
….playing… BUT!
That is not my child, the hair, the lips…..maybe
However the eyes, the eyes burn with infernos fire.
Can you believe? No….
I slam my fist again the stone and only crimson rains.
I fall to my knees!
I cry to an absolute absent adolescent GOD!
Can't think about that now.
Feeling hell at my back.
Have to make my mind clear,
keep sanity in place,
can’t let the moorings break…My thoughts?
I must keep straight,
peace with my creator,
my god what have I done?
Are you in that sacred space?
That place, people call heaven?
Or are you dead, gone?
Lost to this madness of the universe.
I of III
Our journey is long, so be strong,
our resolve firmed by the Om gong,
that thus thinning out the ego,
divine aligned we do no wrong.
Let love laced be the seeds we sow,
seeing God in our fiercest foe,
poised as awareness self-aware,
free from desires, our thought flow slow.
Once with the vibrant void we pair
and ego cravings we outstare,
starved of attention, it soon dies,
light of Self shines, naked and bare.
We see the truth with our own eyes,
reality mind cannot size,
completion beyond space and time,
transcendence beyond scripture’s lies.
One with oneness, we hear love’s chime,
heartbeat of God, a sublime rhyme,
a golden globe, in which we merge,
that higher peaks we may then climb.
While fame hinders and constrains the soul, obscurity envelops a person like a mysterious mist,
Obscurity is dark, vast, and free, allowing the mind to follow its path unimpeded by the world,
Over the obscure person flows a merciful infusion of soothing and profound darkness,
No one knows where he goes or where he comes from, for he travels in the shadow of the eternal unknown.
He can seek the truth and speak it without fear, for he alone is truly free from all,
He alone is sincere, he alone is at peace with himself and the world, in this absolute silence,
He is not in competition, he never desired the fame or money that bring turmoil to the soul,
He only wanted to put words on paper as he felt them in the depths of his secret soul.
And he had to lay down the words, otherwise, he would be overwhelmed by something worse than death itself,
An inner roar demanding expression, a storm that had to be released in secret and profound verses,
In obscurity, he finds the freedom to create without limits, to dream without constraints, to truly feel,
Where silence and darkness intertwine in harmony, he finds the true peace of the soul.
In this blessed mist, he loses and finds himself, a traveler of the desired and loved infinite,
Obscurity becomes a realm of possibilities, where his soul can fly unafraid and free,
And words flow like a river of light in the darkness, drawing maps of his heart full of desires,
And in this sublime solitude, he is truly free to be who he is, without being judged.
Each letter becomes a note in the silent symphony of his deep and mysterious thoughts,
Each word is an echo of a heartbeat, a reflection of his soul in the mirror of time,
Obscurity embraces him like a protective cloak, offering him the space he needs to create,
In the shadow of silence, he finds his true voice, and the world becomes the canvas on which he paints his dreams.