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SURVEILLIOCENTRICHOSPIDROME
Sanctuary of my deepest thoughts
(Fill me with you r everence sustain)
My Inner Sanctum for peace of mind
(Where the heart meets with my soul and brain)
Ninth circle of dwell ing in placement
(Make sense of existence in its wake)
Chemical reaction of sense s
(Sacred Space that travels through the ways)
Familiar path familiar
(Tracker beacon tethered to remain s)
Mirror ed signal fires reciprocate
(Blueprint Honed Core that DNA names)
Nine Virtionic fires of justice
(Nine Hallowed entrances of domain)
Home is where the heart designates, is
(Home, where the heart is design contained)
Nourishment tabernacle of s orts
Orting miracles of the spark
Sparking connections, im port
S porter in an embark
Embarking on Life
Living the dream
Dreams onsite
Onsite
Glean
Oranges and oil
old smells like burning wires
Black cryptic desires
An iron hand upon the velvet
oranges and oil
static noise white hot glows
Softly in the night
Ominous
opulence
oblivions volume
even higher
oranges and oil
Blue oxygen runs
onyx tubes
brighter memories expire
An old man
a dying prize fighter
Conspires
An Eminence of oranges and oil
As objects
ornate
Obsolete
regulate
tangled in Barbwire
oranges and oil
a burnt smell
like twisted wires
deep infinite fire
visions of white noise glows lighter
Of oblique imagery resonates
An old man with an iron hand
Wrapped in velvet fire
Memories desire
as objects oily
with afterthoughts
designates
detonates
resonates
With essences old
Of oranges and oil
A ruby-red sun slowly starts to sink,
as scarlet sunbeams singe sullied clouds pink.
And as a mellow moon mirrors Sole's face,
a golden globe gracefully takes its place.
And as dusk's darkness drowsily descends,
a star-studded sky suddenly transcends.
And wave-wrinkled waters washing ashore,
form frantic foamy froth seagulls adore.
The beach becomes basted in crawling crab,
that tides tethered to the moon cannot grab.
And a fog fashioned from fragments of mist,
fosters faint feelings of just being kissed.
Darkness designates the end of the day,
snagging shifting shadows, starting to stray.
And as ebony engulfs everything,
crimson clouds circle Luna, like a ring.
Each religion has its own ideology
Its own house of worship
It has its own dialect,
It is bounded by
its own rites and rituals
Its own drama and myth
It has its own justice system
Its distinct way of atonement
Its own unique style,
It is partial and onerous,
It promises heaven in afterlife
but creates living hell on earth.
It demands total obedience,
Total reverence
It defers explanation
It defies reasoning
It professes eternal life
and exacts strict wages;
Each religion has its own
interpretation of God
Each has a special pathway to heaven
Each designates dire caveat for hell.
Love, on the other hand, is free,
Free of all nuisances
Free of all boundaries
Free of all rites and rituals
Free of all race and creed,
It speaks with the eyes
Listens with the heart,
It only seeks soul mates,
It is universal
It encompasses all
and excludes none.
Love is but Love;
Love just happens,
There’s no beginning
And once began
there’s no ending.
True Love is omnipotent
It is omniscient
It is omnipresent.
~Religion and/or Philosophy contest by Kai Michael Newmann
Human Malady
Everything has it's time
When an event is ripe
Nothing can elude it
As the chiming of a clock
Designates a specific time of day
So events in our lives
Yesterday is history
Today is here, alive with us
Tomorrow is pregnant, unknown
No matter our escapade, life goes on
We have a task, not to be bogged down
By events, negative or positive
It is a malady all mortals must live through.
And, if we are strong enough
Bearing in mind, as we know
The weather has many different seasons
Every season has it's timing
Then, we can be sure
To go through life's maladies prepared.
It has come to this,
we’re in all time bliss,
be it day or night,
unending delight.
Within body prism,
divine magnetism
pulsates as it likes;
rapture often spikes.
Bliss caress sublime,
sounds a rhythmic chime,
holding focus still,
aligned with God's will.
We no longer sigh
on moments gone by,
living in the now,
as bliss beats endow.
God's grace designates,
light that emanates
from the core of form,
felt as a bliss storm.
We write to confirm
these truths we affirm,
are ours to now claim,
if heart's free from stain.
To be thus self-taught,
simply gentle thought,
Flowing like the breeze,
with nonchalant ease.
12-April-2023
The golden hues scatter, they age, stepping softly into the twilight,
Velvet angels of summer falling, amid leaves seeking the calm of the earth,
Gardens of grapes, unripened purple gems, with sweet blood untouched by sun,
And I, the armorer of autumn, forging upon it, an armor of remembrance.
Beneath the emerald vault, ephemeral stories breathe their last,
In a twilight of oblivion where migratory thoughts seek shelter,
And your gift, the quintessential fruit that has burst the day's attire, ripening just upon the slope,
In my palm becomes art unfolding, the verses defining their purpose.
A masterful lied flows through my veins, melting the forests of words,
Transforming corrupted poetry into a creature of ice that moans beneath the sun's trails,
Descend, angel, into this citadel of emotion and sign the pact, to be united,
To taste, to feast on the sweetness of your evening, under the cloak of stars of the anonymous night.
Pale wings, torn by longing, dissolve their song in the pain of the silence that follows,
Time, harsh judge, stretches forth its edict, designates my sentence,
With your aroma, your autumnal flush of pulp, with an undefined fleshly scent,
In the celebration of falling fruits, I bedeck my condemnation in ecstasy.
I will pluck you, a perpetual harvest in the chamber of my thoughts,
From you, I receive autumn, as an invitation into the palace where nectar is king,
In nights when constellations, one by one, slowly dim their lights,
Signing the sky of night, gliding across your body, weaving the ineffable magic of poetry.