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Written By: D. Collins 7/3/19
How many times do I have to say" I Love You"?
Keep giving you something you'll never get used to?
Silently showing that I am down for life.
In the foxhole with you willing to ride or die.
That soldier trained in taking care of his.
Through the ups and downs still going all in.
Wouldn't that be something if more men were like me?
Stood back and paid attention to his woman's needs.
There's only one lion in every lion pride.
That goes all in to keep his cubs alive.
That, I must say, is what you get with me.
A real brotha-muthaa for all eternity.
If mom were here, she would be so proud.
To see where I came from, to what I am now.
A man about his woman from beginning to end.
With a strong conviction for going all in.
Our central vein is like a band of steel
As such, how may we speak of chakra points
Upon ego death we begin to heal
In a oneness field where God’s touch anoints
Embodying the light within we see
Boundaries drawn were merely thought constructs
Our pristine consciousness is always free
Known clearly when lower mind self-destructs
Manifestation is a wisp of smoke
Dancing as just do, puppets on a string
When fires of desire we cease to stoke
In the void of silence, we alone sing
Chakras was what we were talking about ~
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
That in truth nothing exists, have no doubt
Yet in life’s lucid dream of we but pause
Stuporous mind stilled and our heart devout
Clear light dawns as our identity thaws
In early days chakras were in focus
Representing realms we needed to cross
But ambling gently along love’s locus
Prayer on our lips, we discard the gross
In time nodes entwine, with God’s will align
That with map of our consciousness redrawn
We become the flame that carries His sign
As transcendental light that ushers dawn
On ceasing thinking we begin to feel ~
Our central vein is like a band of steel
Written By: D. Collins 6/29/20
Millennials may have their entire lifetime.
But I'm too close to the finish line.
I've worked 43 years, and paid major tax.
And, four years from now, I plan to get some back.
For me, it wouldn't be wise to be out protesting.
And, opening the door to let the vapors in.
I intend to collect a chunk of my SSI.
And, spend all of my pension before I die.
A whole lifetime is what Yungunz think they have.
But, are dead in days, from not wearing a mask.
My ambitions go a lot further than that.
I plan to be around to collect my cash.
Written By: D. Collins 6/30/20
Sometimes people underestimate how much you may know.
That's when you sell your skills just like a $2.00 'Ho.
Drop down to their level in order to raise them up.
Describe what you know, until they've had enough.
Sell your skills, young man, its just like going west.
Instead of finding gold, the world has found the best.
After this pandemic, it is going to be extremely hard.
In line with 47 million to find a decent job.
Those kind of numbers just do not bounce back quick.
Then try to imagine we're not even in the thick of it.
But, when it all shakes out, if ever it will.
Express your knowledge, and highlight your skills.
No more of this or that, I am the all,
the source wherefrom arises appearance,
beyond space and time, where there is no wall,
no fear, desire or thought interference.
Among dream forms at times I do mingle,
each ego living a life of its own,
bemused by illusions, eye not single,
though their childlike heart wishes to atone.
Each divine spark is a part of the whole,
struggling and striving and searching in vain,
for that sublime light which scriptures extol,
that they may escape earth life filled with pain.
The paradox is, God and we are one ~
Nothing need be done, save coming undone
Nothing need be done, save coming undone,
that ceasing to react to fickle fate,
outpouring love and light, as does the sun,
poised in stillness we stand at heaven’s gate.
I witness all this from my vantage point,
aware of each and every vibration
but all being one, who should I anoint,
as souls drift rudderless in creation?
Be this as it may, God gives me a nudge,
reminding me that He is the doer,
gentling heart, which earlier would not budge
to serve fellow souls as a raconteur.
Dwelling in darkness and fearing the light ~
We dream on until we garner clear sight
We dream on until we garner clear sight,
which reworded means that the mists must clear,
that as the flame that banishes the night,
all demons of darkness then disappear.
God’s grace is love and love employs no force,
so waits patiently for us to awake,
yet we can, if we choose, change our life’s course,
becoming calm and tranquil like a lake.
Having penned this verse as impulsed by God,
there’s nothing more for me to do or say,
save tread mindfully, that whence heart has thawed,
the truth is beheld when we cease to sway.
I am a pillar of light, standing tall ~
No more of this or that, I am the all
BROODING NIMBUS
I am not just an ordinary cloud
Dark and menacing all in grey
A harbinger of storm and rain
Ready to fulfil my destiny again
Snow will fall, as it must obey
Blanketing Earth like a shroud
But I do prefer the other image
As a halo that surrounds a saint
An light emanation for a deity
And an example of spontaneity
Inspiration of a picture to paint
Maybe make a holy pilgrimage
But a brooding nimbus, I’m not
A bowling ball with no fingerholes
Maybe hovering in a dim-lit sky
But rain is not me starting to cry
I can assume a variety of roles
But always when cold, never hot
SECRET LOVE
I must admit to loving Doris Day
Secret Love sung in Calamity Jane
The gentle song just blew me away
Now, I always want to hear it again
Those lyrics really said it all to me
And like her, I just about fell apart
And seeing her sing it was fantasy
It struck straight into my heart
It struck straight into my heart
This for me was also a secret love
And my racing pulse would start
That smile, like the blue sky above
This is the first time I have shared
All these years, I’m still unprepared
I must admit to loving Doris Day
Written By: D. Collins 12/12/23
I'm noting how the new generation will not be fooled.
Lead into going all out in deep throating the Jews.
There are multiple ways and multiple avenues.
Which means, they see videos not on the nightly news.
After 75 years, they see all the hidden truth.
There's nothing more you can hide from the youth.
People are people and all of them deserve to live.
That's what all young'uns see in Palestinian kids.
They're saying if it happened to them, what about us?
If bombs and bulldozers turned our cities into dust.
They see children suffering slightly younger than them.
And, they don't give a damn about color or religion.
Accepting what is as is, let us rise,
ascending vibrationally each day,
wiping away tears in all moistened eyes,
walking the talk being the way we pray.
We already are, as we are, complete,
recognised in moments when thoughts are still,
in the void of silence, feeling upbeat,
sipping soma nectar to our heart’s fill.
Employing lower mind and senses five,
these instruments bestowed aid us in life
but God’s breath alone is what makes heart jive,
suffused in love mists, heart fully bliss rife.
Who we are in time we may get to know;
first things first, let us make flow of thought slow.
First things first, let us make flow of thought slow,
employing mind only when is required,
that shifting to heart, nurturing soul’s glow,
cravings of wayward ego are retired.
The compulsion to think is ownership
we assign to objects of attention,
so if nonchalance be way of worship,
we erase the cause of needless tension.
Living as of need and not as of greed,
compassion holding out a helping hand,
divine love pheromones in our heart breed,
invoking bliss as and when we demand.
So natural is path to soul’s ascent;
all we need to do, is grant love consent.
All we need to do, is grant love consent,
recognising God’s spirit in each form,
that then thus simply following the scent,
we ignite in heart, a benign bliss storm.
Knowing by feeling and so becoming
the flame of love and light that has no name,
God paves the way for our soul’s homecoming,
fulfilling our mission in life’s end game.
Time is an illusion and so is space,
so liken hermit, this life as a dream,
where we grow in love by God’s sublime grace,
by resting thought forms that endlessly stream.
Ceasing to weigh and size, embrace surprise;
accepting what is as is, let us rise.
perhaps i should have looked away
my mind takes me back to the general store
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways
the reading of immortal poems as william mason
sounds off hot off the press the negroe spirit soar
something that only vachel lindsay could ever explore
while the birth of confusion balances over land and sea
perhaps i should have looked away as your scaly form
crawled over my flesh the flame flickered
the lantern fell your gloating pout captured me
in your haste in your lure daintily aimously mine eyes
leadeth me through hidden trenches a cold damp stynch
of blood soaked wood weeping moss throughout
the musty bayous perhaps i should have looked away
while white sheets were being draped startling
my trembling wide knees stifled my embrace
as i clung to my father's fist lincolns hat tumbles
kennedy's heart rumbles
while my pappy's blood smeared over france
staining britains arches flowing throughout
the niles of jordan pouring into pakistani borders
perhaps i should have looked away
while staring into my blind grandmother's
faithful gaze as her hands clapped the sound
of many men while hatred spread a contagious
outbreak silencing syria corrupting mankind
perhaps i should have looked away my mind captured
followed by this ageless odorless soundless calm
liquifying malice greed and shame into a vile mist of envy
seeping through the pore's of green pastures contaminating
golden corn green giants purdue farms honey suckled plums
red delicious apples into rotten tomatoes tye dying tainted cotton
fields of hanging levi's perhaps i should have looked away then
when none not even one of us could see hear fear evil nor end
Written By: D. Collins 8/18/23
You know what happens when we ride.
The news will give the name of the person who died.
And, before the night is even halfway thru.
We'll have laid down the rest of the crew.
We don't take prisoners nor ever leave a witness.
Do what we came to do, then dash with a quickness.
It is always personal when you see us ride.
Entire families should find a place to hide.
We'll eat seconds if we can't get at who we want.
Which includes brothers, sisters, cousins, and aunts.
On recon missions with all gats swole.
Live or die is how we ride when we roll.
Whether beamed from distance or up close.
Whichever way it is comes will be an overdose.
There will be silver dollar eyes when they see us coming.
When we ride , its time to die, and too late for running.