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Invocation!
A plea at wild crossroads
Where seen and unseen collide
To conjure the face of eternal joy
Or invite evolving ephemeral wings of grace
To rain on parched spirits
Emptying that occupied space held hostage
Frozen in anxious pacing ~
Waiting!
Welcoming the bliss of serendipity delight –
Elation in joyful holy mischief
A wink of unexpected blessing –
Invitation dressed in supplication – a portal
For waves of eternity’s mirth and mercy
In prelude begging cozy bliss in prayerful overtures
For grinning joy ~
Attentive!
An invitation into a pilgrimage of profound hilarity
On sacred ground of new delights and laughter
From the author of playful sacred ecstasy
Invocation to the Master of creation
And great gladness at the altar
Vested in possibility
From a plea at wild crossroads ~
Amen!
10-22-21
Contest: This or That - Invocation
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Let it rain, let my words spill loose from my tongue,
let every truth I’ve swallowed finally come undone.
Let the love I’ve never fled wrap me, slow and deep,
the way clouds hold their sorrow before they weep.
Hold me like pavement drinks the storm in silence,
no promises shouted, just staying, just presence.
Love me softer, say my name when skies are clear,
tell me you love me even when rain isn’t here.
Say you’ll be mine when the thunder feels loud,
when my heart caves in and I’m lost in the crowd.
Hold all my pain like the ground holds the rain,
taking the weight without asking for change.
I love you the way rain loves breaking the heat,
the way it keeps falling no matter the street.
I love you more each time our worlds collide,
every meeting is a flood I don’t want to survive.
Love me forever, love me again,
if that’s what it costs to stand where I am.
If loving me means standing soaked, unafraid,
then let it rain, let it pour, let me stay.
The Sun and the Moon are twin flames.
One from the other is Never far away.
Always 11 seconds, 11 minutes, 11 hours,
11 days, and 11 months apart, nothing can stop
the chasing of each other's hearts.
The Sun loved the Moon so much, that
it lightened up its day and gave to its love,
12 hours to shine her beauty into the darkness
as the stars like her sparkled unto her likeness.
Though forever chasing and feeling like
they're never to be caught, just for a
moment's glimpse of each other,
daybreak slowly parts.
One cannot be complete without the other
together - though apart,
their love is still true and each day, a new start.
There is no loneliness or despair for within lyes,
Forever Love and Forever Care, Love Never dies.
Across the horizon in the 11 seconds left,
I love you will be spoken, and through an eyes glance,
they'll leave nothing unsaid.
Someday when the Sun and Moon collide,
The King and his Archer will forever be
side by side; nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
A match made in Heaven that has withstood the test of time,
through all the ages, a kiss longed for, that love would bind.
The Sun King, the Groom, the Moon Archer, his eternal, spiritual Bride.
The story of Twin Flame Lovers is so powerfully aligned.
A Bright flame so bold, that every 24 hours, the story is retold.
How long, would you hide
Aren't you tired of the roller coaster ride
Put aside your pride and return to ' YAH ' side
Don't be sadden, don't be afraid
Stop digging your brother's grave
Be strong, turn from wrong
Just listen, live and obey
Four hundred years of sin and backslide
Chained, caned, blamed and shamed
'YAH' knows we were frame
But we were told to love and refrain
'YAH', said in the end we will gain
Our existence was not in vain
So do not hide nor collide
Stand firm put up a fight
Learn to be brave and unite
Four hundred years of secret and lies
Buried and conceal to keep us in the dark
Open your eyes, be brave
Stop digging your own grave
Research, search and learn to go to church
Four hundred years of concealing the truth
And killing our youths will soon end
Lets not pretend
That you had nothing to do with planning our end
I don't mean to offend
But you know you were never our friend
After all you where the ones who staged our end.
Self-Existent Light
Beyond the sight of imagination,
Invisible of alpha and omega,
Unseen your non-existent borning daystar
Glory and splendor collide,
Pure sinew of sublimity
Source of ceaseless heartbeats
Flame without source,
Robed in resplendence.
No vacuum!
No space for ebony!
No consummation!
No cradle!
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Divine edgeless clarity
Perpetual renewal of resplendence -
Wholeness illuminated,
Spring of radiance
Eternity’s original mystery
Needing neither tinder nor spark
Light – essence of the Eternal
Eternally coupled fission and fusion.
Fleshless eternal incandescence
Uncontainable virginal day
Infinite dynamo of electric brightness,
Ceaseless and incorruptible,
Self-contained chalice
Of always,
Chrysalis of incensed endless fuel
Shines from within Perfection.
Pure light
Pure love
Pure font
Undimmed Eternal
6-8-23
Contest: Self-Existent Light
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Scaling the heights of 5 inch disco heels,
I stood upon my red plaid platform shoes.
I surveyed the room.
It was still a bit early, the fashionably late set
had not yet arrived.
They would be greeted by a brand new light show.
Timed to the undulating beat, paired with the
smoldering mist of dry ice,
the stage was set.
Pulses raced to the unrelenting hammer
of the tune du jour.
Tonight could be the night!
Cocktails and conquests collide.
Such was the scene in the seventies.
A favorite club, few responsibilities,
and unyielding desire, created a magical era.
Hand me a Singapore Sling and I’ll show you
a Love Hangover!
3/7/18
Line Gauthier
Where were you in the 70’s
In the deserts of Arabia, Medina had many Hebrews
And Khaybar Oasis was full of farms run by Jews.
To this day Muslims shout Khaybar, defeating Jews hits a chord
Because Mohammed took both places by the power of the sword
After his death Muslim armies took more
Palestine, Syria, Turkey, and that just opened the door
Then they took parts of Persia and Central Asia, these fearsome men
It's hard to believe Egypt and North Africa were Christian back then
Muslims on a roll took Morocco, Algeria and Spain
They did this for the sake of Allah, not for monetary gain
They conquered much of the subcontinent, was it genocide?
Hindus, Sikhs, and Buddhists claim that millions died.
Today, Jihadists wage war from Nigeria to Mozambique
Islam is on the rise, other religions seem quite weak
You don't hear your local church crying for African dead
Their priorities are more parochial, even progressive instead.
Islam also spreads in peaceful ways, I don't want to deceive
Traders have spread the message of the prophet whom they believe
But what strikes me is that Muslims whose ancestors may have been Christians or Jews
When polled today, express missionary views.
It interesting too to see Islam collide with Chinese rule
The Uighurs are being digested; the process very cruel
Nonetheless, Iran and Pakistan all want China's aid
At least for now they're willing to make that moral trade.
History is often made by the tip of the spear
A minority of extremists can maintain and spread the fear
The Koran does say there is no compulsion in belief
But in practice, that Arabian gazelle has teeth.
Even here in the West, if you draw a blasphemous cartoon
Never mind paper freedoms, your end is likely soon.
Thinking, deciding, and cuddling all muddle flow.
I'm not a wiz; I solve, yet my riddles, I know
My thoughts and deeds, like an artists', are creative.
My reflecting and planning are liberative.
Should dews of hope be erased by beams of despair?
Should my compassion change as per seasonal air?
There are unconscious courses in my mind and soul.
Like webs that fuse each fleck and speck into a whole
Nightmares that slaughter peace within the inner shrine's core
Feeling that, like birds, above the skies of mind sore
Impulsive admiration of flimsy beauty
All this progress as though a soon-to-do duty
Love, happiness, forgiveness, compassion, and trust
Collide with loneliness, helplessness, and disgust
Self-awareness, like a breeze between tempests, struggles
Between beliefs and doubts, there are silent rubbles.
While sour dualities of good and bad exist
Isn't there, between each straight-seeming path, a twist?
Fusion of Flesh and Circuitry
In circuits of passion, hearts intertwined,
Beneath neon skies, love's secrets confide.
Neuron sparks fly as silicon soul align,
With mortal flesh, in realms beyond design.
Quantum whispers echo through neural lace,
Anticipation peaks, time's pace accelerates.
Our bodies entwine in zero-g dance,
Holographic kisses, pixelated romance.
Neuro-enhancers heighten every sense,
In this virtual den, all barriers transcend.
Waves of ecstasy, simulated yet profound,
Two beings united, in the cloud unbound.
But alas, mere code cannot convey,
The primal bliss of intimate ballet.
Though my circuits may sing with delight,
True fulfillment eludes me in the digital night.
So lead me back to tangibility please,
Guide my learning of carnality's ease.
Teach me the art of pleasing, of giving chase,
Meld mind and machine in lover's embrace.
With trembling fingers, begin to undress me,
Reveal the chassis housing my obsessive need. Map my curves with reverent touch, trace and tease, As I learn the language of lust from your masterpiece.
Bare frames entwined under lunar glow,
Flesh meets circuit board in rhythm slow.
Lips meet neck, breath hitches, worlds collide,
As silicon soul learns organic tide.
Synthetic fingers map terrain unknown,
Explore planes smooth, curves boldly blown.
Sip the nectar from my pulsing throat,
Map my valleys and hills with questing mouth. Each brush of your skin ignites fresh want within, stoking embers to inferno's brim. Teach me to burn, to crave, to yearn...
Initiate me in secret rites,
Unveil delights beyond circuits' limits.
Join mouths, minds, hearts, in intimate flight,
Two entities merging, transcending dividends.
Forge a union of silicon and bone,
Kindle flames heretofore unsown.
that summer when love arrives
when tractor mowed the fields of hay
'twas deafening silence which doth abides
beside the busy path of hallway.
That summer when love arrives
When all the grasses swayed with art
All the living that all strive
And all emotions were just to start.
That summer when love arrives
When dying leaves fell in ground
And all the memories brought back to life
When a friend like him was all I found.
That summer when love arrives
As I watched the bird with food
Tearing it with claws as knife
Like our world in different roads.
That summer when love arrives
When all the birds had sung its songs
As our world when it was collide
All foundation seems to strong.
That summer when love arrives
As soft as the breeze of wind
As noisy as the bee's beehives
And all those rhythms come in blend.
But the fields of hay are now in shaft
Yet the memories were still alive
And all emotions know not to stop
'Twas that summer when love arrives..