Long Black hole Poems
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God is not a building dedicated to one faith
that icon of a dead Christ that’s a myth that man makes…
Because men must define the unknown in stone a human façade or by words in a black book bound by dead flesh to govern the human race or enslave the human heart…
God is not your TV your priest your dollar marks God is not your evangelistic thieves crying for money or power built on the backs of the infirm the fragile of mind…
God does not milk the geriatric frail of body and heart God is not your soul but you are part of it, a divinity a degree of energy bound to all in a universal conscience God is…
Something you cannot understand but it sits beside you all the same God is the constant awareness of a universe living the grand I am
Unseen the Innermost reality you cannot define God outside the pages of a man made black book God is not humanity nor is it removed alone and aloof
It is between all there is and what will be or have been God is in the details god is the sublime or God is colorless in creation of all and nothing God is as simple…
As the grace of wind across this earths ragged face or as violent and as mysterious as the death of a neutron star God is with you and without burnt…
Offerings God is and is not good nor evil for that is human design God is just a thought in a vast mind of the cosmos or a simple electric spark…
More vast and complex or as simple as a human cell God is a black hole in deepest of space God is not an obelisk or engraved imagery nor a myth…
That man makes divinity creation is something you cannot understand but yet know intimately as the voice in your soul…
God is a simple
as the wind across
your human face
or as complex as eternity!
8 months down the drain
Blood congeals then clots but has no time to scar
I bleed myself empty, my vessel full of progress, full of hours and days and weeks and months
lies slashed and broken on the floor, sliced through by my own shaking hand
The fullness that I felt is flushed when I clean up
No one can know.
No one but you.
Doctors swarm around me, needles and gauze, pills and cold water
They poke and prod and promise not to tell
I beg them not to tell
Because no one can know
But I did tell you, faint red finger stains on cracked glass
It hurt more than why I’m here, telling you
Because I could see that hollow, helpless look in your eyes from miles away
8 months down the drain, why bother trying again?
Why bother trying at all?
7 months and 30 days ago I said those words
7 months and 30 days ago I reached into the ugly mess of my stomach, my fingers dripping, and pulled out the words I sent to you
7 months and 30 days ago I saw flesh slide over itself loose from the bonds of bone, saw blood on tile and wood and sheet that would not stop
I called for help, for you, for the world to stop turning and my static brain to rest. It didn’t. I saw blood again.
7 months and 29 days ago I hurt again, I was still bleeding from the day before but new wounds did not open
7 months and 28 days ago still hurt from the day before, I stayed in bed all day but new wounds did not open
27 days ago
26
25
And despite my static brain and turning world, the black hole of my progress from before, new wounds did not open
1 day in the future I will once again hold 8 months
My vessel, scarred from gashes and needles, will be as full as it has ever been
Then one day will pass
Then another
And another
And I will call you again, clean fingers on cracked glass
And no one will know
No one but you
Devilish life, oh what does this notion? Hmm, maybe evil life, or a diabolical life of bad human
I am this human, but no one thinks me a dark figure, because my style is great and my aura is bright
But this bright aura is a super shield, a perfect force field, a supernatural power of my mind, soul, and heart
Yes, it’s that, that’s why I am a famous witch, oh my life, oh, Christian life, my life is full of black magic and Wicca, black diamond and fire star
Evil life, my life is terrifying horror, dark soul, deep black space, even scarier than a black hole, indefinable cosmic world, but life
I am bad, I am wrong, I am satanic, I am demonic, I am horrific but peaceful as a lamb, I needed to be that, a Bible teacher, but my Gospel is my present life
Hmm, I wanted to be a Bible teacher, but psychologists here in London destroyed my life, because I didn’t accept their ideologies and “interesting” lives
Hmm, I sat in my room. Suffering and depression were my lifemates. Then a deep and kind male voice spoke to me. He said, I help you, just give your life
Satan spoke to me, he is the Master in my life. He lives in my heart, in my soul, in my mind.
Oh, my dear Satan, thank you for saving my life, I fly with you in space, in the sky
We are always together in the eternal, I work for you in your army, I am your man, demonic-like, can we do great things in the world, in the universe? Great games, worlds, power, and life, oh Satan! give me this life! Give me this life!
The astral eye of my astral body is red like yours and see everything, my mind becomes like yours, and will know everything, oh Master!
I want to live your life, but not alone, with another life, with my love, and we will be the first pair of people in hell, oh Master! Please, please, give us this life!
I see this woman in my dark soul. She is a bright flower, white like a bellflower, oh, Satan! Do you hear the ringing of bells in my heart? Can you feel my heart?
Please, give us this life, my life is yours, a lone soul in the infinite universe, a suffering spirit,
I have no family, and I have no stable home, please, oh Satan, give us this life!
My mind has taken off for Neverland,
I am hanging on by a cobweb,
It is bumping me against Venus
and has dragged me up through a black hole
or two. I barely dodge a couple of rocket-spinning- asteroids.
4:11 a.m.
I am screaming, “Slow down! Stop! Please stop!”
But she is on a roll. This is her fourth or fifth poem,
and all I have contributed is loud snoring.
I jump out of bed and head toward the kitchen,
making the dog angry, for she has to now fight her
way out of the covers I tossed on her.
Coffee with hot chocolate and tons of sugar first
if I am to make any sense out of this.
Ouch!
My imagination station pinches me on the Petootsie.
“We do not have time for coffee!” She shrieks at me.
Oh, great. It is Trixie, my muse,
and she is obviously in full angry drill sergeant
form today. I hate it when she learns it is a snow day the night before.
I pour my coffee combination, grab a cookie and head for
the computer where my hands begin to type, pleasing her.
These traitors are Trixie’s minions.
I’m looking to the sun searching for life’s answer
A truth starts to dawn, it could just feed me cancer
Still the moon’s mostly harmless, phasing away the night
Has a dark side too, that stays hidden in full light?
I know there’s darkness
upon my shoulder
I miss old flames
that used to smoulder
I feel sweat pour
and growing colder
I ache and shiver
under beads of solder
As for those shiny stars, twinkling in heavens high
Some are eons dead, still pulsing a white lie?
Our galaxy hoards them as supermassive treasure
Stuffed inside a black hole, that gorges at leisure
I won’t go nova
perhaps bipolar
I may lose my head
like a sniped soldier
I could love a god
not his mass controller
I will confess
the herd feels older
The cosmos gets younger the further out I look
Thirteen billion years of light, our connection took
On a large scale of nothing is how my mind thinks
The universe keeps growing, as its lifespan shrinks
I drag granite
upon a roller
I put my chisel
into the boulder
I sculpt an angel
but haven’t told her
she’s not my soul
just its beholder
My angel brings comfort, if not flattery
Helps to keep me grounded, in idolatry
If I was a god, my first commandment would be
Worship all those you love, and put them before me
By
David Kavanagh
Hmm, perhaps titled,
aye poem already didst aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar con tent
invariably communicated
sans, trademark pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other questions,
this chap asks himself,
an immense task I dare
unleash unbounded kickstarting euphoria
within psychic calm'n weal
with a healthy dose of logorrhea
scowl unintentionally reader
mine re: noun verbosity doth ensnare
though oft times obfuscation veils merely
a black hole sun (son) prominence
asthma faux eminence amber gris
long ago didst flare
aware if chance encounter
in a dark alley coal less sing
burning eyes fiercely glare
yet, an explanation
would be proffered to hear
this penchant spurring confabulation
explaining (feebly) zest
yours truly experiences
expatiating honest to dog ness
figuratively go win west
word ho seeking me own mother lode acquired,
via verse a tile materiel undergoing
electric kool aid acid test
incorporating rigorous (mortise
and tenon constructed) adverbial quest
which wondrous, whirled,
and webbed woven semi colon aided nest
reinforced with double entendre
tongue in cheek jest,
whereby multiple interpretations
(ala mode literary splotchy Rorschach test)
tenants in common beau geste
ma own home spun faux
cambridge analytica gimcrackery defaced book best
bite, with absolute zero
data snatched aye evasively attest!
SEEKING BLACK
Terms ‘Black’ and ‘Dark’ go almost alike.
Gloomy angry face turns Black or dark.
Black Magic we do hate and dislike.
Crowd of Black cloud in dark no moon night.
Hidden in cosmos, Black Hole grasps light.
Coal is Black Diamond and cannot spark.
Black Widow, the furious spider
Too deadly poisonous to sting
just swallows husband, no wonder.
Blackmailing: Nasty behavior.
Shadow maintains always Black color
Venomous is dark Black cobra king.
12/31/18
'Deep and Dark Rhyming Time-7' Contest by Lu Loo
From the obscure fossilized Neanderthal time,
humans moving on evolution’s trajectory,
scaled the heights of intelligence summit,
emerged as the most creative living species.
Insecure in the unsure orbit of life,
the collective psyche falls in the self center,
sucked into the black hole of ego,
the being is controlled by the power of intellect.
In the invisible flare of the insane times,
when all the humane bridges get burnt,
mankind traverses the uncertain terrain
across the Rubicon of doomsday’s fear.
In the journey made to the realm of wisdom,
humans acquire heavenly attribute of love,
attain the sublime state of selfless awareness,
feel the divine connection with the universe.
The ego abandoned, the meaning of life measured
with essence’s quotient of mystical intelligence,
defines the transcendent qualities of existence,
harmoniously enshrined within the human spirit.
_________________
September 17, 2022
Contest : The Human Spirit
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
NB Had some eye trouble. Next week I'll have an eye operation. Hopefully in a week I I will recover.
They laid her in a damp black hole long ago.
Surrounded by tall dark cypress trees,
The winds sighed softly in sorrow,
While I stood head bowed down in grief.
Lifeless leaves fell in brown bunches,
And covered up her ghostly grave,
I swept them off to clean the flagstones,
Strewed instead flowers fragrant and sweet.
We could have had a lovely marriage,
We could have had unlimited love.
Wisely, she wanted only the present,
Wisely, she rejected all but love.
Now she's gone, and all these years,
I dream of changing the ghastly past,
I visit her resting place and ask
Is she still praying for me from up on high?
black is the great mystery
before the explosion of light
dominating a universe history
of an advancing spectrum fight
the colours of light are dancing
since the dawn of space and time
does black welcome romancing
could there be a marriage sublime
black plays it's cards close to chest
to sentient not giving much away
it's singularity they try to test
but black ensures night follows day
the sentient flirts every night
when eyes close, and black reigns
in dreams a teasing of it's fright
the soul of sentient remains
patiently black waits in the shadows
plotting it's most grave of role
to finally overcome the light it knows
in the dawning of a black hole