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All around we see decay,
seems suffering’s here to stay,
compounded by needless strife,
wasting thus, the gift of life.
Root cause of pain’s ignorance;
feral cravings within prance,
gripping mind in confusion,
plunging us in delusion.
The darkness of what we speak,
veils the truth, making us weak;
a sense of separation,
from God and all creation.
The one wish we’d like to make,
to burn not at ego’s stake,
by embracing love and light,
as bliss cascades, day and night.
How may we correct our course,
for love throbs employ no force;
a wish, we alone may grant,
God’s blessings, within implant?
Since we ourselves need to choose
without excuse, our soul’s muse,
there’s no way but to be still,
surrendering to God’s will.
What’s stillness but cessation
from desire, not sensation;
awareness thus, self-aware,
side-stepping each ego snare.
Let God wave His magic wand,
that we break free of each bond,
which binds and confines our soul,
to feel now, blissful and whole.
Thus, what we wish for is grace,
each seeing God, face to face,
recognising we’re all one,
luminous like yonder sun.
04-June-2022
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like a hinge of an old door
rusty and lacking of midnight oil
I am left speechless
unable to decipher the writing on the wall
it wails accuses belittles
mocks groans teases and admonishes
from cracks unable to hold its grout
where a couple of stones
have become loose
it is not an easy patch up work
bricks crumble under
a pick axe blunt and far too short
to keep longing at bay
but I wonder whether
there is a secret treasure
a message
pot of gold
old newspaper
an old marble lost
hidden behind my partition
with the world myself
and the past present delusion
that everything must be okay
a church bell distracts from agony
the cemetery must be a cold place
some graves are overgrown by moss
others too immaculate
not to scream out in numb pain
I can’t stop sad music playing in my head
too many voices opinions and judgement
a discomforting concert of sorrow
and a gramophone record hurt
by a needle unable to move forward
the clock strikes again and once more
endless reverberations of throbbing exertion
vibrations of torment and misunderstandings
and yet I can do this and my last thought
before overdue slumber
is that there is energy in the Universe
and sometimes it passes through me
that is when the silent scream
becomes a loud whisper
and shrieks become music
24th November 2022
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Brave New World
A 'world' it is and it spins around in mad circuits of loopy loops.
Has reached an infinite array of denominations in which foolish
insane clowns have taken over the asylum once more as bedlam
pretends liberation as the counterfeit currency of nauseating progress.
'New' I have my doubts though when fiddling with reconstruction
conjures novel aspirations from Holocaust to Hiroshima from pure
race unadulterated megalomania to narcissistic greed ‘all can be
done’ but the genie emerges from Huxley’s toxic bottle unrestrained.
'Brave' should pertain to courage when golden means and common
sense of virtue defaced by ugly grimaces facades mascara of tainted
moderation succumbs to mediocrity construed by disingenuous evil.
An aberration of jesters plotting naked feasts of blinded engineering.
Temptation is an ancient theme and just because we are capable to
plot our own demise does not preclude some hesitation or valid
inhibition as courage must incorporate the rationale. Not to follow in
wolf’s clothing a script of Faustian cloning just because we can.
Manipulation of chromosomes through twisted recombining helices
as a stairway to hell gave us Dolly the sheep. Another incarnation
braying ‘Give me body parts’ to harvest stem cells modified amino
acids like little devils on steroids and protein shakes of unpredictability.
The most cunning argument for creating whole new persons brought
to the fore the notion that if we the ‘good ones’ do not follow science
to create what evolution failed to build from nature’s garden and God’s
promise then the malign others surely will and consequently all is lost.
The mind boggles in the light of self-righteousness and the delusion
that refusal and resistance are signs of cowardice and the misconception
that two or numerous wrongs result in right and law when duty could
prevail as guardian for another world of sanity and accepting our limits.
The thought police and miscreant paradigms of Dolly’s dogma will surely
try to silence my opinion that courage has another merit than the scientific
infestation that my mind and brain needs to be cloned in order to restrain
my voice of caution but when I shout ‘enough’ at least my dignity remains.
You may have become an unstoppable force
in the lands you have conquered who have lost their resource,
no longer fighting at this time they evacuate shores,
so all of the power now ultimately yours,
the world has no other as mighty or proven,
and should any bring the fight you shall quickly remove them,
believing your destiny an unmovable movement,
A thousand year reich that solely is a delusion
which none so far stopped and none can prevent,
are at the mercy of an invincible depth, you will be victorious the trend of this sets, you’ve only beaten a few of which some you quickly forgets,
they got away knowing you at your best, and they will be back and fight you to the death,
but you are not threatened and that is the threat,
you made them run once before if they come back they’ll be dead,
the desirable dreaming of which you are believing,
the strength you amassed while others were weakened,
and now overwater you look toward England,
a broken down island sat there badly beaten
not an opponent to cause any concern knowing that next it is England’s turn,
an Air Force and navy to take down the King,
easy to do with all those you can bring,
but the Air above England isn’t there for your lungs,
your invasion a failure before it has begun, because you thought a victory was certainly won,
but when Britain was bitten Old Britain didn’t run,
it counters undoubtedly the attacks have you stunned,
the Battle is lost and your power undone,
Britain doesn’t welcome those to it’s land, you will not get there and you will never command,
what was to happen was not part of the plan,
thought no one could beat you but Great Britain can!!
All thought egoic, manifest by desire
Beginning with an identity urge
To expand, identity thus conspires
Spiralling in grooves, of narrow thought surge
Feeling separate from source, we diverge
Hypnotic illusions, attention mires
The clear light of truth, then begins to blur
All thought egoic, manifest by desire
Blissful consciousness, was our state prior
Before our deluded ego upsurge
Spark becoming flame, now raging fire
Beginning with an identity urge
Ego thought fed, it begins to infer
Floundering about, reflections admires
Silencing resonance, own thought prefers
To expand, identity thus conspires
Thinking a gift divine, we did acquire
Boon then bane; ego delusion a scourge
Bewildering illusions, thus does sire
Spiralling in grooves, of narrow thought surge
Liberation at hand, when we do merge
Choosing resonation with hearts love choir
Our childlike presence then does re-emerge
Save the love vibration, nothing inspires
All thought egoic
14-January-2021
The nothingness ancient
Transformed into the universe nascent,
Matter came from silence
The core of cosmic sense
Voids in all things’ essence
Creator’s unique space they represent.
In all things that exists
The universal voidness still persists
In depth of living mind
Of the evolved mankind
Filled with emotions blind,
Life gets attached although conscience resists.
Full sky holds its clouds low
They melt in storm, make the sad sky hollow,
Happy trees green in spring
Don’t hear the birds near sing
When in fall leaves grow wing,
Life plunged in barrenness turns fallow.
In loss clouded mind grieves
Melt emotion drains, emptiness it leaves,
Let soul clear delusion
From mind in seclusion,
Open devout vision
Know how peace from emptiness life retrieves.
December 21. 2017.
Contest : Rhyme Me A Poem.
Sponsor : Broken Wings.
Eye To Open Eye
by Odin Roark
How steadfast the gaze
At times gentle
Most disturbing
Other times angry
Most transparent
Few times without shadow
Most obvious
The dead see better
Say those pursuing truth
While in our face
Podiums support
Balconies present
Photo-ops portray
Power’s ever-dark delusion
How unfortunate
Certain dilated pupils
See not opportunity’s avenue of perception
But choose guilt’s dense chameleon of deceit
That illusion to light where none exists
Ignorance cultivates many who
Unknowingly cater to a fear partnership
Darkening their eyes
Avoiding insight
Embracing immunity to consciousness
Eventually becoming destitute
They can only watch
As honesty of purpose
Knows only
Eye to open eye
Integrity
Out of reach
For the blind of heart
And thus
The wailing of helplessness begins
Desperately wondering
Why is there no end?
Delusional World
Are we a figment of someone’s imagination or just an idea?
A toy, a game, my mind fills with fear.
Time is a concept, a plan, it’s man’s clock,
Never stops running,
One direction, Tick-Tock.
Weary of their creation, our world, what’s our fate?!
Chaos is the earth, there was always much hate.
What do we do? Keep playing this delusion?
Open your eye’s, it’s time to break the illusion.
Rise for our kind, our war, our fight,
Not going to be easy, as one we are might.
Come together we must, it’s the only decision,
Embrace each other there can be no division.
Our Existence is a lie, there is no deny,
Time to pick up your weapons,
Are you willing to die?
Not alone with this thought, I know this to be true,
It has to be all of us, not just a few.
Normal is normal - it is not abnormal
Right is not wrong - or logic is terminal
Subverting a culture of tolerances and reason,
All tyrannies threaten peace and stability.
Unreasonable tyrants from belligerent minorities
Menace tranquility with total hostility.
Up is not down - orange is not black
Air is not water - opinion is not fact
Using lies to spread a dangerous delusion,
With fascist hate speech - bully invective,
Political spin spreads fear and confusion;
Objective reporting is not politician subjective.
Telling a story is not - telling The Story
Starts at 0:17
Lustrous words reach across the Miles
Tugs heart strings and makes one Smile
Speaks of Love and Starry Nights
Heavenly whispers - wondrous Sights
Invites one on those moonlight Walks
Orchestras serenade - sensual Talks
Stirs up passion and Stirs up Fire
Tempts one into this game of Desire
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling – it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Churns out promises on a stream of Cyber
Zaps out words through tendrils of Fiber
Emotions on alert though ever so Fleeting
Inhabitations aside - a great way of Meeting
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
This Cyber Love - Alack - Alas
Will only break a Heart of Glass
Oh what wanton rose can feeling resist
Pricked by thorns of cyber kiss
Chorus Cyber Love
Behind the screen so thrilling it seems so divine
Then you get confusing there’s no peace to find
You are playing with my emotions and so
Don’t tease me like - you do
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Fantasies of Love a foolish Delusion
Hearts on a sleeve complete Illusion
Changing intentions - twisted Perceptions
Ignore the warnings - embrace Deceptions
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Oh Oh Cyber Love
Footnote:
Many a love affair has blossomed successfully from cyber friendships and cyber groups all made possible from cyber space in this hectic world of ours. I’ve seen it work and it gives new meaning to the phrase ‘love is made in heaven’.
But lonely, vulnerable people should heed their mind and heart, being wary of not falling victim to an illusion.
Music Blondie instrumental Heart of Glass