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Returning a pearl within each silver breath lining one gem treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves tides turn in loves pure pleasure
Blue unfolding white washed emotions, sweeping over feelings
touching feathers of an angel floats inside warm strokes a celestial being
Woven inside golden petals kiss the magic heart of this shell opens
hovering fingers dance fluttering hot waves galloping upon the crest breaks
Sweetly landing on the sands of loves sweet beauty happiness sings
in paradise holding two souls join hands bells of Heaven rings
Walking towards a sun setting dream rose gold crowning beauty
Eden desire bites from the tree of knowledge faraway uniting hearts duty
Sweetly dance together in an ocean tune flying without wings
salt of this earth wet lips tasting destiny kissing your feet love rings
Beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
Heavenly notes echoes sweetly in the majesty of her alluring love songs
praise pours forth as she shines to delight her ever adoring throngs
Sun and sky conspire to gift her a wondrously staged ocean of calm
all the astounded world bows and eats lustily from her gentle palm
Tales of her beauty greater than palaces of diamonds, rubies and gold
angelic countenance that was the envy of legendary fairy queens of old
King Poseidon bowed down in defeat, laying love vows at her dainty feet
unable to control the ardor of his massively deep white-hot love heat
She that wept for a day and time with but one deserving male human soul
soft touches and wet kisses with that lost prince her secret love goal
Returning as a pearl within each silver breath she offers her treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves she rides, a dream of loves pure pleasure
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Robert Lindley
thank you dear friend a pleasure writing this with you
Grandma’s brown knuckles crinkled
As she gently peeled the heirloom
Potatoes, discarding the brown-
Skinned strips into the garbage
Bin. She was at home here, alive
And aloud, tastes and scents mingling
In the air like wispy fairies in Neverland, mingling
With the mauve, sun-kissed raisins lying crinkled
On slices of butter-brown toast. She is alive
Here, sheltered by the pots and pans, heirlooms
from her mother Wilma, who once was the garbage
Lady, the help, for a white family uptown. Wilma's brown
Skin was the softest variety of brown,
Likened to silky mocha-hued beads mingling
With glints of the golden hour. Garbage,
However, was her epithet. She was crinkled
Black plastic to that white family. Her heirloom
was the oppressive garrote of Jimmy Crow — alive
And well in the hearts of many, still alive
Today in the gashes and slashes brown
Men, women, and children still absorb, heirlooms
from a past infected with rankling vehemence mingling
With entitled gall. Wilma's old hands were dry-crinkled,
Just like her daughter, who now throws the skin in the garbage,
Who marched hard to not be viewed as garbage,
Who plans to keep Wilma’s soulful memory alive,
Who cooks until her freckle-speckled hands are crinkled,
Who is loud and proud to be her shade of brown,
Who gets straight to business and foregoes the mingling,
Who works so her progeny can be have the proudest heirloom:
Pride. Pride in those gently-knotted heirloom
locks, pride in the skin that was once garbage,
Pride, pride, pride. Her ever-beating heart mingles
With the cosmos — she is a celestial being, alive
In the splendor of black joy. She also likes her toast brown
And her sun-kissed raisins ever-so-crinkled.
And while her heirloom knuckles stay tightly crinkled,
Her heart will mingle with stars and keep the love alive,
Because she — we — will never be garbage again. We’re just brown.
Your sweet breath escapes you and engulfs my soul
Through words spoken as though from some celestial being
Warm emotion floods me, floods my very fibrous core
Love I feel is not a mere four letter
Word that reluctantly man takes for granted, but more a
Monument to the jubilous fire you set my soul alight with
Speak, I cannot, the true magnitude of shear bliss
Endured by my mortal flesh. With the slightest brush
Of your angelic fingers. None can know or fathom
what true insurmountable beauty lies within
green fields of yet discovered highland plains laden with
flowers and sweet honey aroma blows within. Feeble
in my attempts to profess my own meek emotions
turmoil of my own past colliding with the yet to be. I destroy
myself knowing such turmoil I cause in an entity
none like yourself. Meager apology and material possessions
offer no hint of emotion of love and remorse contained
My, love, our love, will endure of that much I am sure. Open my mind
My only wish, to show you things I need you to see. I have known
No strength such as yours you take for granted. Times as this
I've never known but with you only would I have it to spend. Forget
Not the who I was, the who I am, and the who I will be.
My love, our love will endure of that much I am sure
Monotony & Mundane remain the same
caught in this slippery pretty net
we're all falling in and around our own whirlpools
our upward spiral climbs too high - the higher up the further down
Fly the same play the same one with the other
floating always floating
This sea we've created weaved in the merciless
fabric of the time we all flock to certain death
holding the hands of our clocks & wondering why
our own bleed. double edged is the face of
a sundial. With each shadow flicker anguish &
joy death & life exist permanently & are lost forgotten
by time held by life lost by eternity.
Let's all rally hand in hand while the band
plays on
In the garden of eternity, where the spirit blooms like a vine of mystery,
We tread, unknowingly, on steps of time hidden beneath olive branches.
As the lifeblood of our finished thoughts dwindles, our lives, clusters of dream,
Shrivel on forgotten soil, with the sun as a wandering monk through the abyss.
The soul, a translucent vine clinging to walls that breathe things immortal,
Which, detached, withers under the weight of an endlessly flickering silence.
This is more than verse, it's the raw bone of our celestial being,
The unraveled vine, the frozen spring, the magical death – a world that flickers and glimpses.
The life sap, precious blend of sky and earth, no longer flows,
We, the ever-joined branches, now lie apart, powerless in supplication.
A stem, a thread of hope, a tragedy weaved into a grain of sand –
In the embrace of fate, we perish together, lost in our own myth.
And thus, the spasms of the heart reflect like ripples on a lake at night,
Eternity – a specter that whispers in summer through the woods left without ward.
But the silence that settles is not the end; it's just the pause before the song,
It's the moment when the root retracts its essence, preparing a new enchantment.
Torn from the primordial vine, I wander in mystery, searching for signs in heaven and on earth,
A thousand visions mingle in the chalice of the night, a thousand desires burning fiercely.
For in the depth of reality, beyond the veil of doubt, there is an unseen magic,
Where we, branches and vine, find ourselves again in dance, in an endlessly silent symphony.
In our odyssey among the stars, in search of the eternal spring of legends,
The vine of the soul – though torn – dares to reconnect the suspended bonds.
And in this transcendental journey, between the ancient and the anticipated,
We breathe the intangible ether in which, mystically, we are eternally enchanted.
And the toil of the gods was great paert 2
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free
AND GOD SAID LET {US} MAKE THEM IN {OUR}
IMAGE IN {OUR
] LIKELINESS.
HEBREW BIBLE /
~ Rapid Rap-style Chant ~
Pass over, Pass over, pass out
Pass over, Pass over, pass out
Drink the four cups of wine
Now your eyes don’t align
Pass over, Pass over, pass out
Pesach ‘n Matzo ‘n Marror Pesach = Paschal lamb
Pesach ‘n Matzo ‘n Marror Marror = Bitter herbs
On the can half the night
‘Cos my stomach’s not right
Pesach ‘n Matzo ‘n Marror
How diff’rent is Passover night
How diff’rent is Passover night
Wash your hands without blessing
Bite of karpas – no fressing! Karpas = greens; vegetable
How diff'rent is Passover night Fressing = stuffing yourself
God brought the Egyptians ten plagues
God brought the Egyptians ten plagues
Blood ‘n Frogs’ ‘n Lice ‘n Hail
Tenth one sent them off the rails
God brought the Egyptians ten plagues
He killed the first-born of Egypt
He killed the first-born of Egypt
Not an angel or seraph Seraph = celestial being
Pharaoh’s son paid the tariff
God killed the first-born of Egypt
Hallelujah! We’ve reached Nirtzah Nirtzah = the end (of the Seder)
Hallelujah! We’ve reached Nirtzah
Wait a minute, you all
How about ‘Chad-gad-ya?’ Chad-ga-ya = fun, traditional song
Hallelujah! We’ve reached Nirtzah
L’shana ha-ba’ah: Moshi’ach hu ba L'shana ha-ba'ah = Next year
L’shana ha-ba’ah: Moshi’ach hu ba Moshiach hu ba = Messiah
To Jerusalem, ‘Ir atika’ will come
To Jerusalem, ‘Ir atika’ Ir atika = The Old/Ancient City
L’shana ha-ba’ah, Make aliyah! Make Aliyah = Move to Israel
I wish to thank the skies for having allowed me to live this whole year
I wish to thank the skies for everything that was bestowed to me
I have the full faith that I was brought to God, one step closer
And of course I did take full advantage of this awesome opportunity
I did go through life's obstacles
I did, with life's demons, wage battles
Only to emerge victorious,
Only to exclaim at how the skies do be glorious
I did walk among vipers
I did think that I would be among the sinners
But the skies strengthened my faith
Why, only divine love could have me holding on to my belief
I did walk among enemies
Only to realize that I held for them, loads of amnesties
For the Great Man did say it
That we should see both the friend and the enemy as an equal treat
I did grow in faith
Yes, indeed, such gives me solace
The world does be so mistaken
As to it being one place so golden
I did live great moments with my close ones
Moments to be kept cherished and warm
Moments worthy to be as beautiful as a dream
Moments which drew me out of my inner gloom
I did grow in matters of poetic creativity
Yes, indeed, in such matters have I attained some mastery
Why, my muse does be a celestial being
Maybe even the Supreme One Himself
It has been a wonderful year
Even if I did shed more than one tear
It was mainly because life gives some and takes some
Yes indeed, Earthly life does be a mere dual tale to be lived as a poem
It has been a wonderful year because the skies remained close to me
They kept on me a close watch
Yes, to life am I attached
But to the skies, am I bound for eternity
Thank you say I thus to the last year
Thank you for being so special
I wish for more of such to come
Yes, indeed, I am sure such shall be!
Dec 2015
Beautiful angel a soul's destination flies
High above on gossamer wings delicately
Circling between heaven and earth as soul keepers
Eclipsing the light seraph twitches softly gaze
Touching inside one bond never to be broken
An angelic message shown to the earth dwellers
A celestial sphere nacreous spirit falling
Grace kissing ataraxia sweetly embraces
Deep spiraling sentiments shape mosaics of minds
Kneeling at your feet royal mother of pearl clouds
Standing right before the eyes undying spirit
Pure shafts of wondrous gold has lit the earth tonight.
Gracious beauty floats upon a breathless air wave
Delicately enchants your sweet rendering praise
Bright faces all rise up to such mesmeric glare
Heaven sparkle in the glistening shining eyes
Love's fire burns inside reflection that smiles warm
And all mankind with open arms can only stare.
Guardian of this cosmos beyond dreams sails east
we become a single structure bound together
In cosmogyral dance around a starry floor
In space filled words evaporating straight out sighs
The mind blissfully colliding sparks kisses dust
Gazing through an endless flickering mass of light
Sprinkles on two stars cluster in magic wishes
Granting on the trail ethereal red glitters
Heavenly energy shines down to save all souls
Diamond blue gem sends cosmic shock waves twinkling
Brightly flickering blinding light upon one star
Poured on our world to save us from evil darkness
Orbiting around this earth glows raising upwards
Filled with divine energy rotating halo
Beams fly in sunshine beauty embraces angel
A Collaborated Poem with Liam McDaid, Michael McCabe and Angeline Lim
alexandrine unrhymed Tercets
Upon the vast expanse of blank parchment,
Unspoiled slabs of molding clay,
They lay unfolded before me,
As her earthly form once did sway.
The quintet of horizons,
Whirled in orbit around her soul,
As the globe revolves in homage,
To the radiant, golden sun's control.
Yet the air I once inhaled,
Now has veered a different course,
And all that I bestowed upon her,
Contained the essence of my life's discourse.
Oh, what wisdom I imparted,
She adorned as her attire,
Yet now my hands, embittered,
Rub against the clouds entire.
In the realm of what was everything,
Beneath the shadows, my hands do strive,
And the images once vivid,
Now drenched in hues of somber black arrive.
A stroll amidst the world outside,
Enveloped by the sounds of children's play,
Their laughter echoes in the air,
Yet my soul bears a searing dismay.
Twisted thoughts, they dance and twirl,
A carousel within my mind,
I'm spinning, spinning ceaselessly,
As the sun sinks, leaving me behind.
Now my hands, they gently cradle,
Fragments of shattered glass,
Of what was once my universe,
Now diminished, a fading mass.
The images, once vibrant,
Now painted in the darkest ink,
A tapestry of love gone awry,
Turned my world to shades of black, I think.
All that was, has now departed,
A canvas tattooed with despair,
Every glimpse, every aspect,
Marked with the echoes of a love that's rare.
In the tapestry of time,
A future where you'll shine,
A celestial being in another's sky,
But why, oh why, can't that sky be mine?
["The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough." - Ezra Pound]
An iridescent celestial being
Anarchic yet effervescent adolescent
Frolicking freely in the omnipresent forest,
Like a breeze through the leaves.
Barefoot & star gazing — native & trail blazing.
Like a clever, fearless fairy exploring the faraway night sky,
I am the fantastic bit of magic on an otherwise static planet.
Bewitched by wild wonderment;
Coloring my life with the chaos of pathos.
I am the captain of passion, & best little hippie
On the mountain — formed by a volcanic fountain
That caused a panic on our little oceanic planet.
Dancing in multidimensional secrecy,
Past an unattainable horizon
Is where you'll find me — on the Big Island in the sea.
It is a true treasures
With impeccable weather & such mystic characteristic,
It's almost unrealistic.
So forget your whimsey Hawaii five-O fantasy
Tear a hole right through the sky
Arise, & fly with me on a real odyssey
Across the mesmerizing island
Teeming with undreamed of creatures
& seemingly endless saffron sand beaches
few have ever been
up to the
Vermilion rainbow plateaus
& sacred volcano summits
Amidst cascading honey suckled waterfalls
& streams of splendiferous wildflower meadows.
We can indulge in thousands of hues of bloom
Or retreat, once more to the oasis at the shore,
To stand hand in hand before the prevailing trends
Of a turning world; scattering brightness in the dark
Fledge millennium into an unadulterated oblivion.
Enveloping what is suspend in time
with a colour compass configurations
The universe, nearly legible expresses herself
Writing constellational scribe
elucidating galaxy.