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Imagination is Divinity's show
we see what is in store and stock, old or new
challenging problems from various viewpoints
non-linear timeless, moves directionless
concretises void contents self perceives pure
evidence of things unseen in moving realms
fountain spring of all new wisdoms from unknown
dust it off, open it up, ageless it is
a no cost preview of coming attractions
on expansive landscapes we project wishes
monotony becomes lucid excitement
here we wipe slates clean of misery, boredom
conceive what will be perfected colourful
not knowledge, therefore has elemental wings
lubricates creative manifestation
impacts possibilities, gives rise to will
intent, configuration, action results
holding evidence of vibrational prisms
peace tool for misqualified energies lost
imagination infinite crucial cued
foundation tool for human creation
unequalled gift given to humanity.
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Tempest hits hard in the depth of darkness
Rocks the tormented life’s directionless boat
Hope holds the tattered sails upright
The ordained voyage assigned I’ll surely finish
As God shows me the divine beacon of light
I’ll navigate across the rough tossing sea
Never losing faith in His guiding grace
I’ll reach the shore gleaming in hues of heaven
Kindle humbly in mind the candle of gratitude
With heart filled with bliss, it’s Him I’ll thank
So much for suffusing me with boundless blessings
Until the time to depart for the new abode arrives.
June 25, 2020
Double Acrostic as per sponsor's example
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When lost in the woods
one wanders lugubriously directionless
in the weeds vines and branches
obstructing the altogether magnificent world
that abounds and surrounds
the muddled mind of the soul-filled seeker:
Truth traveler and mystical unraveller
plodding ahead confused in dread
of what lies beyond
the not-so-distant tree line
drifting dreamlike in a cloud
of misty-eyed fog looming in the air
just over there next to nowhere
like a serpent ready to strike...
Where forward momentum becomes a battle
against God Gravity and Nature as One
finds fear inviting and darkness enticing
as shadows on the moon walking
freely as a butterfly wafting
into a new dimension in space-time
before discerning the profundity of the scene
as nothing more than the ageless
Mad Magician whispering dismally sweet nothings
into the minds and ears of all good people
throughout our tear-filled years...
("Follow me," says he, "to the tasty apple on the tree.")
Until the soul seeking, scintillating Sun-Light appears
awakening the dumbfounded lost in the woodlands
to an inviting winding path leading toward
higher elevations in the farthest reaches
yearnings and palpitations of the universe
and the unfathomable intangible that binds
and sustains all matter and life reverberating
in every heartbeat and breath of fresh air in-spired
for the searching of the perennial
everlasting and Wholly desired:
Love-Beauty-Truth-Freedom-Forgiveness-Grace
and all that we long for and imagine to be Good
at the end of the long winding path
through weeds vines and branches
when lost in the woods.
Fold and make origami
Pieces lost in the folds of time
Ripples in crystal waters of stillness
A riddle searching for responsiveness
Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind
Inverted skies stretch beyond grey
Clinging to air thick with silence
Shaped by a hope refusing to conform
Sleepily sauntering down an alley
Directionless shadows endless in their growth
Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight
Flickering with thoughts not comprehended
Unraveling the knots of oblivion
Words hang precariously in suspense
A burst of color breaks through the frame
Slowly fading to the edge of a forgotten dream
“Love is a power so strong, yet if compressed without
outlet, it is as good as stagnant waters"---by poet
As we roamed under the star spangled sky,
Sharing many a trivial thought
I failed to voice my clandestine whim
Structured within my heart's inmost core
When words got suddenly broken up
With a lump forming in my throat
I failed to convey what I meant
In a language explicit for you to grasp
Gazing at each other, as we stood
Without uttering a word aloud, never making explicit
My thoughts with inhibitions subduing me,
You failed to notice my love lit eyes
Sadly glistening with tears, about to shed
Sad, my thoughts scattered like dead leaves
Abandoned by the trees in harsh autumn wind
Whirling down directionless and fated to rot
At the end of a pleasant united jaunt
When forced to take our own solitary paths
With life’s journey diverging in opposite tracks,
We failed to say even a parting word
As a gesture of courtesy, due for both
Alas, when the past has dwindled slowly away
We remain in our own cloistered cells
Failing to forget what has transpired
With wounds bleeding all through time
Whenever I think of our love, that got thus fused
Standing speechless and tongue tied every time
I force a wistful glow, wondering what might have been
If you could see my heart split wide open
And known my true feelings which I could never once divulge
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June. 6.2022
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Subject Chosen- Split Wide Open
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Now engulfed by silence, with my thoughts must I contend
trying to avoid the abyss, a state of loneliness to descend
being in touch with my feelings, I have become confined
thinking to escape, despite being directionless and blind
The days bring disappointments, with weeks fleeting hope
feeling you're at that point of no return, you just can't cope
yet, happy memories break that spell, in time wounds heal
constantly keeping yourself occupied, thinking you can deal
Regain your emotional stability, and recognize this very power
healing starts from within, so don't retreat from your ivory tower
the human mind has an endless light, where happiness is found
leading you toward a deeper understanding, this life is profound
Don't drown in the waters of silence, your mind brings you there
it creates images of fear, trapping you, your subconscious snare
find a friend in whom you can trust, and share your pain and fear
you'll then unburden your heart, knowing that someone does care
At times silence can be beneficial, when kept under your control
but if it causes your mind to become delusional, it will take a toll
silence breeds independence, so you can make it work for you
it resides in a world of its own; you don't have to be a who's who
So take advantage of this internal silence, a catalyst to achieve
exile yourself to its sanctuary, in its power you've got to believe
light is mere reflection, it is silence which you will ultimately see
it alone will enable you to find happiness, your true spiritual key
Morning Sun calls from behind the occasional cloud above seeking those willing to rise and face the drudgery of yet another day’s fruitless effort. Uninvited rays of warmth intrude upon my slothful desires finding me directionless in the fog of morning routines and though resting gentle upon my flesh they come in full demand my spirit answer summons to another day’s effort adrift.
The ever present resilience within me, that willingness to heed the call and rise once more from the ash of yesterday’s failings has begun to wain having been challenged by such long drought from victory’s table . Soul weary yet rise I do as rise I must defiantly refusing surrender though the dark clouds encamped above show no restraint in their oppression . Progression of afflictions one in trade for another has seen nare a burden lightened as multitudes more stand in anxious wait to restore any load released thus marching upon my resolve and trampling a pathway across my heart which now nears it’s broken end.
Progress, I simply beg progress and though none be found my bond to Odysseus calls through the ages holding me to hope while adrift, tangled and suffering in this eternal journey. Though lost in the fogs of sea and void of direction as was my brother from time ago I shall press on in quest of victory surviving through prayers for mercy in hope my pleadings for reprieve shall in time be granted. Today’s continued struggle against defeat only possible through recall of past labors bearing fruit yet benefit of effort in hard fought cause now begs new witness as memory bringing evidence of such gain grows dim.
A nation dies
when its ideas become slogans
nothing is deeply planted
or cultivated
just notions to be scattered around
as exposed hayseeds
that fly directionless.
When a state is oppressed
the collective impulse
is to oppress another country.
Wars are never fought
over an ideal.
In the staggered march of time
dead men become
the enemy.
Minds die
they become buried in the deaf flesh,
become as thin as the bones
of extinct songbirds.
The dead consider themselves
the finest examples of a new reality,
an existence that is the loudest shout
in the widest open mouth.
Dead letters, dead opinions,
dead ends
travel in circles together
until the land forgets its roots
becomes a basement for the sky
a place that is ingrown
like a toenail
pushed into the white tissue
of all such unkept deathbeds.
(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")
There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in a megastore
There’s a child that I know
who goes to school with bruises
Just a shell of a thing bearing signs
of a nightly artillery attack
When did we start sending
our kids to the frontlines,
And when in the name of Christ
are we calling them back?
You just pretend
Things aren’t crazy
The bandleader’s not deaf
And the King is not a clown
So you defend
The last vestiges of confidence
And stick your flag in the last square
Of your old stomping ground
There’s a family that I know
they only speak in whispers
Afraid to raise their voices
for fear of an alcoholic’s rage
I wonder how they’ll fare
twenty years from now:
Will they ever rise up from their manacles
or their transparent cage?
And there’s a young man that I know
Has his whole life ahead of him
Still stuck on the diving board
over a pool of unemployment
Just wait a while, just wade awhile
Cling to your inflated promises
While you’re stuck in this limbo, might as well
Drown in your enjoyments
You just pretend
It’s getting late now
And the party’s letting out
The stragglers and the drunkards head
for another port of call.
Yet suspect the hosts, the powers that be,
in their senility, misplaced our keys
So we derelicts wander directionless
Like half-ghosts bumping into walls
But we just pretend…
Come out with me in the shadowtime,
Dance together in slow rhythms
Sensuality crawling over our flesh
As we feed one another
On the rich fare of warm dreams
Dredged up from the dark
To consume ourselves in strong caresses,
Our touch afire with tenderness.
Become one with me
While the stars' splintered light
Drifts down to earth untroubled
By its crossing of that black and limitless void
Be one with me
While the bright cold light
Falls off the ragged face of the moon
Down to this side of the world
Calling out the beings of the night
To attend to their quiet affairs.
Not without some shade of former glories
Fell those who stood with Lucifer;
As the brightest stars give up their light
In cataclysms vast and silent,
So passed they below,
From light eternal to darkness supreme.
Sometimes it stands alike with mortal men,
Creatures at once divine and diabolic,
We accidents of Fate,
Beauteous monstrosities,
Mysteries to ourselves.
Glories hide within our disgraces,
As do dishonors in our victories.
We are Creation's Terror
We save or destroy
With directionless power and minds undisciplined.
So come out with me into the shadowtime
To mingle formless passions
To fill the hungry spaces of our hearts,
Raveling in our humanity
As we devour desire
Mating body to mind
Sewing together the shuddering fabric of dreams
Beneath the fragile, tenuous light crawling close
To the wet ground at the burning edge of the day.