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Omnes Exuent In Mysterium 8-12
8.
While everything was yet
Things born of your will
The Sun bled its light
Into your growing memories;
The Moon its cold across your dreams.
Voices from above
Followed you in and out
Of enormous rooms
Commanding, Praising
Compelling, Exhorting
As you grew into yourself.
These days you will forget
Never to know again
They will be secrets
Held inside of you
Kept even from yourself.
9.
Things happen. Life shifts.
You love
Fear
Hate
All the rest
All the while wondering
Down below
Where no words come
Where is it all going?
Is there a meaning
Or just a being?
The days march by in their thousands
Sunrise/Sunset
You wax , wane
Like the leaves
Soft and supple in Spring
Strong and fearless in Summer
Burning bright in Fall
In noble desolation in Winter.
Through it all,
Something stands unchanged
Though your face tells a tale
In your mirror
Of Becoming.
10.
The end slides up behind you
Like an eel through murky depths
Looks over your shoulder and smiles,
What else to do but smile in return?
11.
All of this will be again,
Somewhere, Someplace
Though unbeknownst to this mind.
Again you will sing and dance
Around the sacred fire
Pushing back the darkness.
Again shall you be
The hunter and the hunted,
The wise and profane
The fool, the saint
Mere beast, near god
Horrific, Beautific.
12.
It never ends.
The unfolding of the Rose.
The Apple of God's eye.
Omnes Exuent In Mysterium.
A dragon once saved my soul by giving me a heart, for my love, my magic was sincere.
I was trained in her enchantments, secrets learned in one lifetime briefly forgotten.
A real darkness once clouded my minds third eye.
The memory of that day would not stay away, in time she knew it would rise.
The mystery still carried, her love belonging, a guiding voice whispering.
Hearts never dying has kept me strong, my will never surrendering.
With my magic slowly releasing, my powers increasing, my true self is becoming known.
The lessons, the tests, becoming clear.
For there she still lays hiding, watching from the sky away from the unseeing eye.
The pleasure rises, to feel the breezes wavering from her silvery wings.
It embraces me, touches my skin.
A Knight Rider searches for the soul she saved, for he too carries a heart.
With her crafting she tied us together.
An existing bond that will last the ages, hearts forever drumming as one.
Find me, he has not, imaginably lost in these modern times, I must assume our tests are not done.
He will be aroused to uncover me;once exposed he will know where to find the key.
Discovering a life of sadness forever left to fading.
Souls will stop wandering;hearts will be exulting, tears of loneliness no longer falling.
The dragons passions will then be allowed to reign.
Our souls, our dragon's heart will permit us to find loves solutions.
The enchanted hearts who have found each other, we will be each other's keepers.
As the twin hearts souls are dancing, the magic will be set free.
Daylight is greeted with the horrific stench of food chunks
swimming in stomach acid, dribbling onto bed sheets.
Accompanied with the embarrassment of
brown syrup puddle stains.
Head is pounding
like a hammer - hammering nails into the skull.
Cumbersome movements drag drowsy flesh to the mirror,
as bloodshot eyes with yellow hue, glare in reflection.
Exhausted hands rub dense stubble,
as heavy eye lids struggle to stay open.
A cocktail of coffee and a cold shower
comfort this somber slumber.
Mouthwash and mints help disguise
the fragrance of yesterday's session with Bourbon.
Continuous sips of water, attempt to quench sultry thirst,
but the blandness cannot douse untamed flames.
Especially as days consist of sitting
surrounded by monotonous blank walls,
and staring at cracks on a vase -
silently watching wilted flowers crumble.
Struggling to defeat temptation from fermented demons,
summoned by cravings for that burning sensation,
the tongue cries for mercy.
Infiltrates the mind luring it to
lust for sour liquid passion
that infuses the bloodstreams.
Hands trembling, parched lips quivering -
only golden nectar can ease the pain.
No need for a glass, as bottle is devoured,
with momentary pauses of 'aaahhhhh.'
So begins the daily quest,
to suffocate every sorrow.
To feel numb upon request,
with no care for tomorrow.
Favouring fantasy over reality,
each drop kills the pain.
The bitter sweet taste is a lethal injection,
but the numbness helps to feel perfection.
In a place where nobody notices -
alcoholic symphonies lead to intoxicated sympathy.
To deal with being alone, to forget the world,
to forget the name.
Envious eyes can be a crime,
leading to jealous tendencies.
Hiding secrets can lead to becoming a victim
to a self inflicted demise.
An empty bottle leads to remorse.
Bitter sweet tears roll with shameful giggles.
Now the cracked vase looks perfect with flowers blooming.
Inebriant melodies mock the mind.
Attempting to dance, legs stumble and crash to the ground.
Laying there on the floor - laughing.
Then crying hysterically.
The heart has no desire to be sober,
only to remain intoxicated until death.
The Silent One
20 October 2017
Tender Emotions
Tender Emotions are very special and are nurtured and blossom
Deep within each person’s heart by the divine touch of God
Himself with His direct intention and holy inspiration.
It is up to every person as a mortal being on this Earth to seek out
Their own destiny whilst embracing the true purpose of this life
With the God-inspired goal of becoming spiritually one with their
Immortal Soul.
It is essential that each of us in this mortal life find and realize
This higher level of understanding and its ethereal importance in
The sacred preparation for that special moment one day when one’s
Soul finally ascends to that most heavenly world in that eternal and
Infinite cosmic place known as The Great Beyond.
Tender Emotions are what defines us as human beings and makes
Each of us so special in God’s eyes and in His own image, whilst
Imbuing each of us with His sense of hope, love, and true compassion
For one another, and the God-given inspiration to pursue our cherished
Dreams as we each live our lives to their fullest measure in this mortal
World we all call “Earth.”
Amen. Amen.
Deus miseratur. Deus vobiscum.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
April 28, 2018 (Free Verse)
A life with great struggles is
the life of a man who tried every possible thing
to attain a decent livelihood but was rejected.
A poor soul is rolling as tumbleweed
in the ruins driven by a gust of wind.
A man who strived to shake off
a load he was carrying but was not able,
stands as a forgotten stone post in the middle of the desert
where no root of a weed even grows, with his head buried in the sands.
In order to avoid life’s misery
he was watchful to his surroundings,
nevertheless, it was vain, he became lost
in the darkening wilderness
becoming a dense fog of neither physical nor soul
but a shadow in the vapor.
war lord
how do you sleep
at night
knowing that another
child will be gone
the next day
how do you feel
turning the youth
to thugs
what do you see
when you look
into the mirror
cos your existence
will always be our
nightmare
who do you call
when you pray
to who you gave
thanks
when you slay a soul
how do you feel
watching people
dying
what makes you
smile in destruction
have you seen
what is becoming
of the third world
countries nowadays
so tell me how
proud are you
tell the world
they really need
your answers to this
quest out there oh
war lord
I know my creator who made me on the fourth day, the mid-point of a seven day week. I don't act, make movies, or seek fortune or fame. How are you? My name is Bozrah.
I am a real and live star, part of a team and not alone I partner with the sun and moon to light up the earth.
I know my purpose, and I know where I belong
I was made and placed in the sky It's my home, where my story began
I was made to help light up the night, becoming a tool for separating night from day
I'm not a faraway rock with nothing to do I'm not human but light for your dark nights
I saw you last night headed to work the late night shift
I'm honored to serve God in this capacity
When I have served my purpose, I will burn out and die just like you
031520PoSpCtest, A Star's Heartbeat, Chantelle Cooke Genesis 1:14-19
After Yang's struggle
suffering
seismic seizures
Dawn's Yin's peace
restoration
expansion
without grasping
even life v death
Before Yang's next struggle
suffering
seizure
battling ego's timeless absence
Like Left hemisphere's
embodied dominance,
shadow subject
of objective dreams
Then Right hemisphere's energy prominence,
bilateral compassion;
Yang's ego-natural body
reincarnating Yin's primordial
eco-spirited mind
Where polynomial 1
seizes 0
to make polypathic 1,
and not not reproducing polyphonic 0,
and every revolving
spiraling
hypersuasive tipping point
in-between
HolyWinded Spirit's Earthly journeys--
Wealthiest introspection
for healthiest extraspection;
atomic images
becoming shivered waves.
You flit around the marshes and in places warm and wet.
as a beetle you’re about as bright as any bug can get!
You have a tiny flashlight built into your small tummy,
but for foes, your bio-luminescence is not yummy!
Though when a creature tastes you, they’re sure to spit you out,
There’s something even better that your light is all about!
You’re looking for a sweetie when you flash your little glow,
and when you synchronize in groups, it’s like a disco show!
How I loved to chase you when I was just a kid,
and I’d catch you in a jar with holes poked in its lid.
That wasn’t nice of me. It must have caused you fright.
You were only lending magic to my summer night.
How I miss you, lightning bug, known as firefly.
And how I wish that I could see you in this western sky.
Even in the Midwest state that I left behind
I hear you are becoming more difficult to find.
Too many fields paved over; no places you can hide.
Too many lights from people and too much pesticide.
People use their headlights; this is confusing you.
Your blinking light gets all mixed up. You don’t know what to do.
Fewer are the places where, dear firefly, you can stay.
How sorry we will all be when your magic fades away!
Written July 16, 2016 for the contest of David Lindsay
Is it just me or
Has anyone notice that
The USA is gradually becoming
A communist country
What happened to free speech
Now you're being ordered
By new laws, telling you
What you can and cannot say
Even a woman's right has been
Taken away, with new laws making the
Decisions for her against her free will
All because of an old law that was revamp
Now new laws are being created
Against the LGBT community
Who has been around for decades
A child will grow up to be
What's inside of them
In the past and the present
We have all kinds of people
And nationalities that no one will
Ever change, no matter who it is
And it will remain that way long after
We are gone, because this world
Belongs to GOD!!!