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Oh dear Divine of Mine,
This letter will be given as a rhyme.
For it is the only way my heart can speak
To my true love with my own technique.
You’ve caused a flaw that briefly altered you and I.
A small slip of a lover’s heart dashed to some other,
Throwing me into a great grief to ponder as I cry.
Forcing me to painfully reminisce while I lose my colour.
You are my boy who is supposed to see forever with me,
To raise a farm of animals in a beautiful countryside.
You’ve upset me and I mourned to a great degree.
Yet in the end, after all tears are cried, I will coincide.
Somewhere inside you is me and the love we shared
Those six months which make up the best parts of my life.
A spark in my heart that no one has ever compared,
To a love so profound in this instant I was never prepared.
Though I forgave,
I annexed this anger.
My heart surely gave
To a sweet love I no longer anchor.
( It seems the only thing eternal life has left me is eternal tears.
For my lost son Christopher; named after the god who suffers. )
I knew you before I met you
cage crossing through mad books
your stainless leap
forcep-blessed
matrix-reprieved
weaving bled-shred
embers to god-pled
braving
the cairn of night
to do full
dubious ends
god's just
flung to hijacked earth as
after-thought
of finer stone
slashed lash skin broke to Moses hues
whose mode struck cursed
to sudden wander
to tower-armed berths annexed next in
your voyeur's finger rage
to run abducted through heuristic sunk-end heads
and sacrifice your brokered queen
prove your tongue-burning tears
a strangled pen
inched favor from chain-shell shouts
sieved by sheltering friends
savaged the race-card feeds
fouled in chilling fidgets
glyphed everyman's advance
to cherish one ascending
giving divinity thought-shadow charges
to dodge doc's sunny reparteé
finally
bipolar glue-power unclogs the gash
cherish your psyche's wormwood-hack
your peace-ink cooling blue
your snow-truth judgement bridged
with one bank and a gun
whose prophet
son of none
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Notes:
1. A journalist once asked the Dalai Lama if he had to reduce the teachings of Buddhism to one word, what would it be. His response was; "Compassion".
If asked to do the same for Christianity, my word, similarly, would be: "Kindness".
...How many nations shed their blood
for land they don’t claim as their own?
We crushed the Germans and Japan,
then turned and gave them back their homes.
We could’ve just gone full Roman,
wiped them all out, moved ourselves in,
and we could’ve filled the Middle East
with conquering Americans.
Instead we did the job and left,
would the Chinese have done the same?
they’re still infesting poor Tibet,
Russia annexed part of Ukraine.
The Indians we once fought with,
are now countrymen and voters,
you should be proud of America,
no nation has done it better.
The growing freedom, the success,
the inventions that changed mankind…
these things never get mentioned when
you listen to leftists malign.
They lie about your history,
elevate every single mistake,
and stay silent on all of the things
that make our people truly great.
They like it when you in the dark,
they like it when truth isn’t told,
because that means you reason less,
and are far easier to control.
Reject their constant hate-filled dirge,
don’t let them make you embittered,
you’re a child of America,
you were born to be something better.
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished;
making me historically distinguished.
At Marengo I had Austria subdued;
then I was to honour undoubtedly glued.
At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands;
then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands.
At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell,
to avoid carnage, and possibly hell.
At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked,
as his Russian forces had their arses kicked.
At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled,
as his smitten forces profusely bled.
At Toulon I first distinguished myself
for a career that would exalt oneself.
Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came,
but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
Earth life is a school and we are here to learn,
in time promoted from one class to the next,
life lessons are stern but even as we burn,
knowing the purpose, there’s no cause to be vexed,
for as God’s breath transforms soul in body urn,
the secrets of higher wisdom are annexed.
Life as already impulsed presents itself,
until we reclaim the light of our true Self.
Desire is the cause of repeated rebirth,
the cause, delusion that we are body-mind,
so seeing that transience has no real worth,
in staid stillness, with God’s love and light aligned,
there then remains no need to descend on earth,
since we are in permanence, divine entwined.
Vibrant in the now, in but not of the world,
in God we trust, as flag of love is unfurled.
On an as is where is basis, let’s accept
ourself as consciousness as this body-mind,
recognising we’re limited and inept,
floundering about through life, as do the blind,
fears and desires unable to intercept,
yet hope that truth of our soul will be divined.
It’s clear we need to slow down the flow of thought,
if we wish to transcend mind and be self-taught.
Just as the waves of the ocean ebb and flow,
we observe that thoughts too rise and fade away,
so by simply witnessing, we make them slow,
nonchalance holding all attachments at bay,
whence in depths of staid stillness we get to know,
that we’re not this feeble form, doomed to decay.
When thoughts recede, our heart not head takes the lead
and bliss pheromones within begin to breed.
If silence be the way, what is there to learn
from pastor’s sermons or a religious text,
since only when we transmute in body urn,
will the throb of bliss magnetism be annexed,
for which presence must choose to willingly burn,
that lower mind dies, which mostly remains vexed?
A day comes when we recognise in plain sight,
that who we are in truth, is God’s living light.
The Russians are coming
Skiers complain it is too cold, most of them are from the cold country
is the frost in China different than say, Scandinavia?
A newspaper gleefully telling us there fewer spectators this time
then in the Olympic last time, I think this tittle-tattle has to do with
infantile reports looking to throw some China’s way.
The war that didn’t happen and are not going to cover the front
pages of Europe, one senses they are willing a war against Russia.
Crimea was not annexed by Russia, there was a vote in favour
of being a part of that country, which is natural since most people
living in Crimea are Russians; this is a no brainer.
I so do dislike I. Phones; bills are sent to the phone nothing on paper
my phone is blocked because I let the battery run flat
Now they ask for my code to open the bloody phone who in
their does right mind remember a code?
Meanwhile, the sporting people continue to chase gold in Pequin.
you rescued me when you did not have to
my being was evicted from my body
my body was banished from the state of my mind
the state of my mind was unexpectedly annexed
the annexation was totally dismembered by complete discombobulation
i do not even know how you could even look at the end result
i cannot even comprehend how you withstood the stench
however you saw something in me that was worth saving,
and i thank for for just taking the time....to take the time....
the rare teardrops come due to the pain that normally nauseates me
the rare teardrops come due to the honesty that i am forced to face despite my ritual of resistance
the rare teardrops come because of the fact that i have been hiding behind okay for much too long
the rare teardrops come because you inspired me to stop hiding and to stop feeling sorry for myself
as a result, i put a stake through the heart of 'excuse' and happily EXCUSE myself
it feels so good set my mind in another direction and focus on completely something else
i have been the cause of the dismal existence of me for much too long
you exposed me to the much too many errors of my ways and pushed me to renovate and reconstruct
now i am a man with plans, goals, an dreams
gone is my blueprint for neglect, isolation, and schemes
i can now proudly admit that i was so wrong that i just laugh rightfully so
this latest new journey awaits us both....the poem ends here....LET'S GO!
Global outreach and broken barriers
Carriers of diseases and hydroponics
Hypnotic supersonic satellite memories
Simmering beneath a veil of gray
Stay and memorize a million lies
Ties to be cut while the government denies
Demise is written in the stars
Scars molded into the very bone
Lone gunmen create chaos
Pay us in prayers and solitude
Gratitude in fictional farewells
Bells ring over a black sky
Why did it have to come to this
Kiss the hissing smoke
Choke on the idea it's all real
Feel everything burning slowly
Lonely is the one who knows the reason
Seasons come and seasons go
Flow from one line to the next
Hexed and vexed It was one last text
Perplexed it lacked all pretext
Annexed by a world that doesn't care
Nightmare unto nightmare solemn amen
Again we traverse and transmogrify
Occupy your mind and detoxify thoughts
Brought from regurgitated program shows
Dispose of the evidence as circumstantial
Substantial evidence in a simulation theory
I am Irish,
I do not patter a brogue, not lilt, or prate the Celtic.
I’m annexed English, cockney, a dead queens piglish,
chameleon tongued.
Something took me, shook me like a spade
until an un-rooted soil fell, a ground crumbled
grew tropical jungles of alien expression.
Years press, some bulldozed, some were the wrecking ball.
Found my clay feet stomping, squishing mud,
fostering images, a mire between a to zee
but never enough letters to fit a parlance;
my placeless patios, my me.
America, a melting polyglot,
I’m still slanging, hanging words out to dry, new words
told contrary-wise estranged in an outlandish manner
of palaver,
a poetry of sorts,
sounds unbound and breathing
but never replete, yet a bellyful
to live in the eyes and ears.
Speak slowly and I will hear you with my lips.