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Any consciousness contracting thought
Is ego begot
Having its roots in fear & desire
In the domain of transience being the ego’s lair
Our mind is in a fog
Because we allow the tail to wag the dog
Relegating the role of mind-body to an instrument
We rest in bubbling bliss in quiet contentment
Bliss being the true nature of our consciousness
Whilst indulgence in ephemerality ego narrowness
Yet being granted free will
We may choose to be either agitated or in joy still
The optimal choice of attention resonation
Is always the divine love vibration
Exiting the habit of holding on to
If instead we resistancelessly our heart pulse renew
Our childlike presence flowing in the here & now continuum
We are joyous & blissful devoid of egoic residuum
Simply know that God is bliss
Expansive with nothing amiss
If we be in contraction
Recognise it as ego precipitation
Encased in the spheres were hideous creatures of biblical account
Eight legs with a scorpion sting that made you spew your guts out
The spheres raced along a few inches off the ground
As they harvested the humans that ran riot all around
The creature would sting them then wrap them up tight
I could not tell if people were disintegrated or beamed aboard as they were zapped with a bright light
We watched from the window trembling with fear
As the creatures claimed their victims, they were drawing nearer.
I hid my son and my wife in a large metal bin,
But the creature in the sphere found them there in.
Believe me I tried to fight with all that I had,
But my hands passed through the sphere, the last thing I heard was my son screaming Dad!
I woke up in a cubical, I could not move,
As a creature approached wearing a mask and a hood.
Encased in a sphere it cut open my abdomen and chest,
Removed my stomach and lungs, closed me up without a scar or a rip in my vest.
I thought this is it, we here for spare parts,
But I didn’t die and noticed I had two hearts.
The cubical rotated until I was facing the floor,
There were millions of us laying side by side as these creatures came into the ship that didn’t seem to have a door.
The ship was transparent as we all could look out,
Helpless as they harvested others fearfully running about.
Then the ships suddenly took off as there was a massive explosion,
The governments used nuclear bombs to destroy the enemies that caused this commotion.
Earth was destroyed by a massive nuclear attack,
That was the last thing I saw before I found myself laying on my back.
The emotions, the thoughts of my wife and my sons,
Their face amiss in my mind, my mind screamed for the loss of my loved ones.
Then I fell asleep just as the ship entered a black hole,
I felt all that I know, that I love, die in my soul.
Humans have skeleton inside
But your bone structure is outside
Our soft tissue is much exposed
But yours is all tightly enclosed
Our skin loses our body heat
But your thick shell does insulate
We struggle with the climate change
But to you it is nothing strange
We eat stuff that has long been dead
But you eat living things instead
Our flying uses combustion
But your wings use respiration
Now I mull over all of this
You have it right and us amiss
The fossil record shows it clear
For three hundred million year
You did adapt not disappear
But we humans are nowhere near
Our species on the edge we fear
listening to that song called red rubber ball
moving on and surprisingly happy
she decided to choose another and say fare thee well
i decided to work to make myself well for thee
through it all, you have been my best friend
you are my whole family
you are my shelter of warmth that for so long has been amiss
you are my morning sun
you are my beautifully radiant moon
you are the reason i rise
you are the reason i take better care of myself
thanks to you, a better man i am
thanks to you, i much better man i will become
i am guilty for not giving you enough credit
i am guilty for not noticing you enough and being too immersed in the everyday routine
listening to i forgot to be your lover
sitting down as an older man and thinking about all that i have NOT DONE LATELY
i need to do better because each day you do better
i need to do better because each day you get better
i need to do better because each day you look better
i need to do better because anyday you can say to hell with this fool and walk right on out of that door
i will start by saying I Love You and go from there.....
•BAD CHOICES•
In the dance of love, they chose amiss,
Partners whose embrace stung like a kiss.
It's a world of nuts thread and bolts,
Also, a world of sharpeners and pencils.4
The sharpener is in a union with a nut thread,
Oh, what a misfit, though a disaster withheld.
The pencil found solace in a bolt head.
According to feelings, a match quite unique,8
But deep inside, their hearts yearned for a love to seek.
Days went by but the pencil grew weary & alone,
The sharpener struggled to find a place to be shown.¹¹
We witnessed the allure of their charming art,
But soon their love became a poisoned dart.
In their eyes, a tempest lurking deep,
Their promises, like shadows, couldn't keep.¹5
They mistook their lies for the sweetest truth,
Oh, how they yearned for the days of youth.
Destiny created a scene, as their paths align,
In an unexpected twist, their feelings intertwine.¹?
A spark ignited, a connection unsurpassed,
As the pencil & sharpener crossed paths at last.
But from their misstep, they couldn't emerge anew,
A heart once soldout to false choice, now beats true.²³
For in the pain of wrong steps of those days,
They found the light & vision of a better place,²5
And learnt a lesson in the school of choices;
Whether it's in marriage or any endeavour,
The sad truth might be too late to savour.
Don't wait for long & still make a bad decision.
Making the best choice should be your mission.³°
•Vick Manuel Poetry• {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright © December 27th, 2023.
We ate our bread with many tears
Laden with guilt and many fears
Bread crumbs fell off all around
Our small dog licked them off the ground
Our daughter is in the throes
Of horrific demonic blows
We are utterly without hope
Terror steals our strength to cope
As children play across the street
The happy sound of little feet
Was broken by the watchman's call
A call that astonished us all
"Would you have a look at this!
The Jewish prophet is amiss
He's come to Tyre for a stay
Twelve disciples guard His way."
As an enemy of the Jew
Now I know what I must do
A Canaanite without merit
But love compels me to dare it
His disciples push me astray
"Lord, would you send her away?
She keeps crying out after us!"
I made my request in the fuss
"Lord, have mercy on me and mine,
My daughter needs your lifeline,
A demon threatens her soul,
Son of David, please make her whole!"
The Master challenged my request
Only Jews deserved His behest
My presence defiled Him, I know
I begged for His help, kneeling low
"Small dogs don't merit My bread,
What's meant for the Jews won't be spread."
"Crumbs from Your table won't deprive,
Small dogs can eat them and thrive."
"Woman, your faith is great! - It's done."
God's terms are not meant to shun
He rewards true faith for anyone
The grace of God is limitless
Free for all and fathomless
Crumbs that fall from His table
Have the same power to enable
Healing and commendation
No matter your life's station
Something’s amiss, in this matrix
All that we see, is doomed to die
Our form’s but sticks and bones and bricks
Within which ego’s up to tricks
Delusion - heart’s cry, as we sigh
When feral urge, we don’t decry
Trauma bonding with lower mind
The time’s now hermit, to ask why
Going through turbid earth life grind
Heart’s desires grip us in their bind
If only we dwell in silence
Bliss ours, if we’re with love aligned
Rekindling inner sentience
Bursts forth innate luminescence
God’s light aglow, in cave of heart
Cascading bliss effervescence
08-March-2022
Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to rest on an old-fashioned school desk sitting there.
It reminded me of the one I occupied in my school days, I do declare!
My thoughts drifted back through the misty past to reminisce and ponder.
As I caressed its oaken surface with my fingers, I began to wonder.
Did it once grace a simple one-room prairie schoolhouse in Indiana?
Might it have come from a rustic schoolroom in the state of Montana?
The slanting top of the old desk was scratched and with ink was stained.
I saw faint initials carved by an idle lad whose attention span had waned!
The varnish was worn off the folding seat by many a squirming kid.
Wads of chewing gum still adorned the underside of the folding lid!
I recalled sitting at one of those uncomfortable desks trying to stay awake!
As Miss Ruth droned on and on, all I could think of was the recess break!
The room reeked of oranges and fried egg sandwiches we'd bring to munch.
Kids of means paid a dime to eat finer fare in the lunchroom for their lunch!
I recalled the thwack on my knuckles of Miss Ruth's ruler to get my attention,
And what awaited me at home for misbehavior with growing apprehension!
(A clerk noting my glazed eyes asked, "May I help you sir? Is anything amiss?"
"Nah", I replied. "If you please, I'd like to stand here awhile and reminisce!")
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Good morning September.
It's 7:07 AM, and I'm feeling fine.
I think of you like a family member.
I would never say of you, "Return to sender".
There is so much about you for me to ponder.
You unveil myriads of delights to remember.
You remind me every year that most of the high
Rising mercury is behind me, and a 'cool down' is in progress.
Even the mentioning of your name brings a sense of pause,
The feel of a soothing touch, a taste most mild and tender.
It's obvious that something is amiss with our planet; that she
Is being used and abused. However, it is not the fault of
Mankind in general and certainly no fault of yours*.
September, your annual arrival engenders calm, poise, and peace to me.
Oh, my dear friend, I was a September baby, and now I am a September Man. I clearly understand that I stand between the 'Oven of summer and the Freezer Of winter', all because of you, September. That's it for now my friend. I simply wanted to be among the first to greet and welcome you to 2021. I wanted to express my deepest appreciation, and remind you that you are so deeply Loved by me and so many others.
090121PSCtest, Hello September, Mystic Rose Rose. 1P
*R0mans 8:22
Lord of the universe
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Yearning long for the divine bliss
Your grace on me will not be amiss.
My devotion to you is fathomless ,
No matter,the hurdles to go over are endless .
Traversing the rocky path to cherish for the cosmic vibe,
I seek your benevolence to peacefully thrive .
You manifest in complete perfection ,
Which behoves me to plunge into the sea of devotion.
I now see through the illusions of society ,
Let me drown in your love with all my piety .
I wanna unravel the mysteries surrounding thee,
And seeking you ever with a heart of glee.
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