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Because of it, we laughed as grass is green there is she common.
And I realized; how it is I this became, such implied to her with favor.
And being left off distant of, but near to her, I then became.
Whose teeth white flashed in the sun as she was now to show them.
--
I was drawn inside by her sweet minty breath, she 'made', as was it
I inhaled with each profound look, I rediscovered.
Lost then finally found within, dark caves of sound, so deep
and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time.
--
Never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes.
Though detached always above, I look again below it, such is an
undulation a visitation, invisible muscles, the sea is moving.
--
A young woman;
on the beach 'she' hurries past us saying,
drawing briefly it aside a red and white, pair of cheap sun glasses.
Made they 'said' in 'china' hot a sweating mask, I looked beyond it.
Bronzed this body made, I think of posies, confusing she with her.
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"If your woman and the Mister' (wish to take it to the ocean,
does the lady and the Mister) 'wish to wash it lightly off?
One day, 'in time each grain of sand and foam, 'she did - politely ask?
--
I decided that if it comes when 'I'and if 'I' must,
that this next verbal jolt, 'when it hit' could fly a kite without a tail,
certain repercussions of those acute remarks, open cuts bleeding
might as hearts are won and then as thoughts be lost.
She with her and I, this afternoon could still may be, the sun so hot.
--
I concentrated on both, by my seat a well of deep emotions.
With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind, too find it wonders.
Kept thus safe in time, inside I've grown to know and ponder why.
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Wistful he for she/her much and subtle this my love, could be her double.
Once was I, of kind like mind, a person drifts at times so far away,
when life like that just walks away or simply floats right past us.
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Then washed amongst the rocks and foam the wind it blew away.
Flying In The Sky
And I am slipping into a dream and floating away,
I hear the beat of throbbing music;
and I see deep blue ocean waves,
mist is swelling all around me and I wander lost.
Then- I see a tall man,
he is swaying to the music;
his white shirt is billowing untamed,
eyes closed he reaches out for me.
And we are spinning,
arms outstretched;
I feel like we are flying in the sky,
oh, he is an illusionist, bending and gliding.
I love his dancers body,
He is watching me and smiles as I twirl;
I easily mimic his complicated dance steps,
and I can see he appreciates my perfection.
The mist swirls with the sweetness of oceans,
I am detached from reality;
and I never want to leave but he is fading,
and I am overcome with grief . . .
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January 30, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Stepping Through Time
Copyright Protected, ID 17-871-250-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Screwed XV I
Sponsor, Rob Carmack
Ninth Place
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Written for the contest, Stepping Through Time
sponsor, Kim Rodrigues
NA
There are dreams, other dreams, and there are nightmares. Dreams really do have something to say, and if able to capture them upon awakening, we are well served by them. There are dreams from God* whereby He is speaking to us, and there are other dreams
in which vagueness covers their message. Oh, did I mention there were dreams that turn into nightmares? Anyway, that's another subject for another time, but blessed of God and wiser by far are those who know and understand the difference. For example, I will often dream and forget the dream or a dream is too cloudy and scrambled. And then, there are dreams that one cannot forget and will not go without attention. I had a dream last night that was short and to the point envolving a person that seemed out of character, and the portrayal of that person in the dream was very defined and real. In this case, I suspect the message in the dream is not so much about the person as about the characteristics displayed which points to matters of importance in the lives of everyone. In these types of dreams, I try to discern what The Lord might be showing me and for what purpose. In this dream, I concluded that God was saying, "Take note and see to it that you beware and avoid the following": Avoid being Distant, Disconnected, Distracted, and Detached; Avoid being Rushed; Avoid being Indirect, Indifferent, and Irritable; Avoid being unstilled, unsteady, and unfocused. Such flaws permeated the person in my dream. It appears that God was using a dream to remind me to be unlike the person I saw in my dream. Indeed, God often speaks in mysterious ways.
08132019PoSoup *Job 33:15-20 New International Version (NIV)
“The significance of the letter "a" is that the avadhuta is free from the bondage of hopes, is pure in the beginning, middle, and end, and dwells ever in joy.”
“The syllable "va" is indicative of him by whom all desires have been renounced, whose speech is wholesome, and who dwells in the present.”
“The syllable "dhu" is a sign of him whose limbs are grey with dust, whose mind is purified, who is free of all diseases, and who is released from the practices of concentration and meditation.”
“The syllable "ta" is significant of him by whom the thought of Truth has been made steady, who is devoid of all thoughts and efforts, and who is free from ignorance and egoism.”
Avadhuta means a realised sage,
detached, vibrant and illuminated,
in whose heart the fire of lust does not rage,
who flows with ease, never agitated,
never feeling from God separated,
who lives naturally, always awake,
no practice to adopt, none to forsake.
I lived in the garbage of the slums of a fertile land.
I crossed the Mediterranean to wedge my dreams into bleak, unsanitary concrete blocks.
I am trapped in a thermal sieve filled with rats and cockroaches.
I miss the dust of the ruined roads of my homeland.
In the land of human rights, police brutality has disfigured my dignity.
Life in this chaotic dimension is a horror movie.
I think of the Grim Reaper every day, like a terrified inmate on death row.
I numb myself with cannabis to clear the darkness in my deranged mind.
Sleepless nights piled up over the years in the furnaces of decay.
A solitary existence, without ties, without love, without a story.
Dirty hands and a cold heart, fueled by adrenaline against the atrocities of misery.
I am a free spirit, detached from the tyranny of conformity.
If I don’t love you, I will tell you to your face, looking you straight in the eyes.
I am guilty of embracing the innocence of my transgressions.
Telling the truth in all circumstances is a blessing that sometimes gives birth to curses.
Who are the people behind the glass?
Men and women talking smack;
Running down our way of life;
Creating dissent and causing strife;
They fill the airways with false facts;
Twisting news and spinning notions;
Seeking to find a magic potion;
To undue the results of an election;
Blinded by hate and a leftist agenda;
They’ve fulfilled their own accusations;
Unstable liars, hate filled bigots, detached from reality,
Racist, homophobic, misogynistic, and abusive;
Abuse of power is on every hour;
Un named sources, phony documents, bogus timelines;
The longing in their eyes seen early until late;
fantasizing for their new Watergate.
Every winters night I'm kept awake it seems, by the fainting ecos of my lovers screams forever filling the emptiness of my dreams.
Awakening within me the beast, with its eternal lust to drink and feast oh how I envy the deceased.
Given life's final pleasure of deaths final slumber, whilst I'm left here alone to wander.
Oh how I cursed and swore, when once more i bit and tore the delicate flesh of that human I adore.
It's burned forever into my memory, that night my lover was taken from me.
As the clouds cleared and moved from sight I bathed in the heavenly glow of the pale moon light, whilst an angel cried hast thou gazed upon such a calming night.
Calming indeed was it whilst in my human form, but as one well knows the calm comes right before the storm.
As the moons rays wrapped around my skin I felt the beast stir from within.
With one sharp pain in my chest so did begin this night of misery, as the transformation from man to beast happened almost instantly.
Detached now was my mind and soul from my body as I lost control like Alice tumbling down the black endless rabbit hole.
I was forced to bare witness to my claw as it tour open the entrance door like the rib cage of dear Eleanor.
Up the stairs I went in a frantic bound, moving swiftly without making a sound.
Opening the bedroom door my lover began to stir, upon the bed I lurched over her.
A small drip of drawl escaped over my teeth, it's touch woke my lover laying underneath, her eyes opened but her fright was brief.
Screaming at the beast who's control of my body was overpowering, as I could do nothing but watch it devouring the woman who's love for me had just began flowering.
And so since that night I lay cowering in my house who's rooms forever continue narrowing.
Empty though the house now lays, alone I am not, as within me the beast still stays.
I am slipping into a dream and floating away,
I hear the beat of throbbing music;
and I see deep blue ocean waves,
mist is swelling all around me and I wander lost.
Then- I see a tall man coming,
he is swaying to the music;
his white shirt is billowing untamed,
eyes closed he reaches out for me.
And we are spinning,
arms outstretched;
I feel like we are flying in the sky,
oh, he is an illusionist, bending and gliding.
I love his dancers body,
He is watching me and smiles as I twirl;
I easily mimic his complicated dance steps,
and I can see he appreciates my perfection.
The mist swirls with the sweetness of oceans,
I am detached from reality;
and I never want to leave but he is fading,
and I am overcome with grief . . .
__________________________________
January 30, 2017
Poetry/Verse/Flying In The Sky
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1069-936-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
A small rock detached itself from a distant planet,
And through a NEBULA of pure darkness
Burned its way across the blackness of outer space
Rushed its way to far off Earth by passing its LUNAR orbit.
It left behind MYRIAD sparks all glistening, until
It hit a river on Earth and furrowed a subsidiary way
Till it reached a cliff and fell down in a CASCADE
Creating a deep pond and then a SERPENTINE river flowed on.
Through flowing streams of silver light,
Soft winds blew a PHOSPHEROUS glow,
Producing a LILT of melodies that spread life
Amongst the green ferns. Now two small alligators
SLITHER towards the pond where fish had become plentiful.
Beware. No swimming by request.
Placed 2
"as an entity in the dream we conjured
we know not we are both the dreamer and dreamed
how then may we wake up when we are in trance
in bondage to illusions we ourselves stream" ~ Unseeking Seeker
D r e a m s
when draped by the dreamed,
connected to the inner consciousness,
is a manifestation~
of etched m a g i c,
composing songs of the soul,
tied to the heartbeat of the Universe,
letting awareness be the curator,
no longer a victim of fate,
but rising as the artist that paints~
peace and harmony,
from pristine pigments,
through blissful brushstrokes,
to recreate a landscape of love,
oblivious to the illusions
that veil our visions with vanity,
confining us to caves
of perplexed perspectives,
with hazy hieroglyphics engraved
in superficial gold
from Cleopatra’s jewels.
And I trace lifelines amidst moon-rays,
grasping the luminous light,
laced with enlightened beams,
waking up from lucid lies.
My thoughts have long floated amongst
brushing off salt-soaked blues
that soaked my skin in oceanic mists~
surreal sea-urchins
that whisper manipulative mantras,
anchoring me to an abyss
that floats with nothing but darkness…
I see through the marine mirage,
the truth that no longer
is trapped in euphoric melodies,
luring me to dance and dwell in delusions,
as if I am a victim of my own thoughts.
So I close my eyes,
let my mind wander through electric fields,
designed to resurrect
the sleeping stars adrift
in my veins, lost in material longing,
blind to the seraphic glows
floating through the air~
Tonight, I taste flavors of freedom,
to attain eternal nirvana,
unchained from hypnotic reveries
that dared not unravel
colors of clarity,
and spices of zest and zeal,
engrossed in mindfulness
that emanates candle-lit flames of truth,
illuminating twilight skies
with dreams drawn
from fingertips of f a i t h,
seeking spiritual clues
to conquer cosmic castles,
detached from the deceptive dreams
we’ve spun with greed and apathy…
For we are;
the dreamer and the dreamed,
the lyricist and the lyrics,
the poet and the poem,
the painter and the palette
the musician and the melody.
We rise and soar
across celestial gardens,
absorbed by the light,
silencing conflicting cadence~
within inner chaos,
forever adorned in sanguine stillness.