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Seeking the light that lights all lights,
I see, in this world, soon to disembark,
for every place shrouded in the dark,
there's another, warm and bright.
Each twenty-four hours has a night,
but in the grand celestial ballet,
the earth spins to give us another day,
much as each wrong has a right.
How happy we are when in flight.
Other times, in sorrow, we all must drown,
or we found ourselves rooted on the ground,
'til we're soaring like a kite.
We may encounter a dark knight
whose heart is vicious and unearthly black,
and soon we're lost, off the beaten track,
when appears a knight, in white.
I've found that this poor heart of mine,
as it navigates the world's duality,
finds its own version of reality
gliding the dividing line.
"A house divided against itself cannot stand."
Abraham Lincoln
Lincoln spoke of the division within a country, but his words also ring true
when an invisible barrier separates a husband and wife.
You sit in your arm chair, remote in hand. Remote...that's what you've become.
I have this spacious couch to myself, but I won't ask you to sit with me because
I'm afraid of what your answer might be.
TOGETHER
We used to snuggle...We used to take walks...
We used to laugh... We used to go to bed...
I feel lonelier with you then I did before we were married.
You're here physically, but emotionally, where did you go?
When did we drift away from each other...
Why are we more like sister and brother...
Have you given your heart to another...
You used to leave me sweet little love notes.
I used to make you smile with root beer floats.
We laughed till we cried at our anecdotes.
There's a rift between us - breaking my heart.
A dividing line that I cannot thwart.
We share the same house, yet we are apart.
Love cannot survive in complacency.
It's time I face the harsh reality.
Tell me, honestly, do you still love me?
It would be very hard to say goodbye.
But it's better than living in a lie.
Nothing else could ever cause me to cry.
I have nothing left to say that's clever.
Sad to think we will have no forever.
Nothin' left for a love that's been severed.
There is a line in oceans wide,
where fresh and salt waters collide.
No mixing of the fresh and salt,
When they collide, each takes a halt.
There is drawn, a separation line,
when men to sin their hearts incline.
Man’s ways and God’s, can never mix.
A river parts them like the Styx.
The line first formed when Adam sinned,
by casting caution to the wind.
The gulf formed between God and man,
No mortal man could ever span.
God was the first to cross the line,
sin etched within your heart and mine.
He sent His Son to pay sin’s price
and suffer death for our vice.
Cease being an enemy of God,
He is your friend, give Him a nod.
Open your heart and let Him in
ask Him to save your soul from sin.
Let God replace the combat line,
and build within your heart a shrine.
And as you daily worship Him
Your life will be to God a hymn.
Points Above and Below the Line
(Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena)
It's not a thing we go for any more,
that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact
the medieval mind set mega store
by stairs and ladders. All things interact,
and therefore can be neatly classified.
(There's endless fun in drawing up these lists!)
The lowest rung is "is", all pride aside:
a rock is "est", because it just exists.
Your jellyfish can breathe and reproduce,
so up we go: it wins a badge named "vivit".
An antelope can feel, get scared, hang loose,
so "sentit" is the title we can give it.
So living, then, is better than existing,
and feeling better still. Take Esther Blodgett.
She's capable of pouting, outing, twisting --
so humans come out tops again, with "cogit".
So all these so's, I hear you say: so what?
Well, what if humans almost reach "divine"?
Suppose there's something Esther Blodgett's got
that takes her over life's Dividing Line?
"Sublunary" means "underneath the moon".
"Diurnal" means "divided, night and day".
(Now, please don't chafe: the point is coming soon.)
Below the line means "subject to decay".
The moon was key for medieval man,
because it marked the mortal azimuth --
Above, eternal, there since time began:
below, corrupt, unwholesome, marked for death.
And now we come to Pius, making saints.
There's Catherine of Siena, looking flirty:
They must have used an awesome box of paints -
The chick had been a corpse since thirteen-thirty.
Above, the Pope, the Cardinals and Kate.
Below, the groundlings watching it go down.
Above, all spirit, high, inviolate:
below, all bulging groin and earthy brown.
If Kate was Sienese, that's nepotism?
Why ain't he canonizing Capistrano?
It's all to do with black and brown and schism.
Dominicans are gold, the others guano.
Franciscans are Heart,
Dominicans are Brain.
Franciscans use Love,
Dominicans use Pain.
Franciscans are Italy,
Dominicans are Spain.
What could bring about
World War three,
Which continent could it be,
To unlock the frustrations of the poor,
From within their very core,
And unleash their long felt wrath,
A wrath that arose from an,
Impoverished and hopeless path.
This wrath would be unleashed
On the Rich and elite,
Bringing forward millions of feet,
As there is a huge dividing line,
It is just a matter of time,
Until the poor will rise,
And want to claim first prize!
Countries must now unite,
To settle this breadline fight
For a pungent smell of war,
And blood and tears
And desperate fears,
Lurk worldwide,
Across earth's length,
And breadth,
From North to South,
And East to West,
Because we did not listen
To a poor man's plea.
Wake up Planet Earth,
Education brings dialogue,
And dialogue the key,
Which could open many a door,
For the sadly stricken poor.
Planet Earth must agree,
Going forward in this way,
Will engage them to have their say,
But will equality ever arrive,
Will the working class ever
Work an eight to five,
And the elite would they ever
Stop their wine and dine,
Man is greedy
And has a beady eye,
He is also needy,
And uses and reuses the 'I'
So equality is the magic word,
Rejoice, let us join hands
And bring together this planets lands.
My heart waits for you so that our dreams can come true .
My heart aches for you, so remove the guard so that I can be with you
Days have passed and I kept working like a horse, cleaning the barn
Emptying garbage bins and meddling in the dirt oh what a terrible sin
I did not go to school to become a Janitor, but I became one over night
I also spend hours working my brain working with my intuitive mind and the spiritual oracle that originates from the divine.
My heart aches for you when no one is there to watch my back, my heart aches for you when no one is there to buy me a new frock.
Sometimes the days turn cold and I can feel you wrapped up into my soul with just a tiny touch of heat to warm your cold feet. It’s the kind of courage that we share that kept us floating in the air and when the weather is fine, I usually get what is mine.
The road is extremely long and the curves and turns are singing a wonderful song, the guitars strings are strumming and the people are marching on. The work is not yet done so I have to continue this journey until the battle is won.
I have to change directions, angle, and dimension and make the circumference bold and the dividing line whole; you must multiply the radius by two to get the diameter that is true, and then multiply the result by three point one four for a good estimate before you walk through the door.
I have to work with some new people and a new set to obtain some physical and spiritual depth. The location is metastasized with anger, hate and greed and the bald eagle is strangling the sisters and they cannot breathe .
I have to change location to get variety and a better proportion; I have to close in on the inner world with a linear distance and the radius pulling from the center or the sphere intersecting on something that is dear to complete the formula.
My heart is waiting for you to share the story of an unseen glory and ride with the wind in the south and break the wings of the North without a doubt.
My heart waits for you to complete this battle, and when it is done we will publish it and stand on the mountain top and shout with all that we have got
The birds will come raining in the sky for every direction and my heart will be pleased. I will hold your hands and embrace with thee. My heart aches for you.
The universe has too many questions,
Where science and scripture are put to the test.
And if we allow our petty divides to continue,
We'll only secure a future of racial and social unrest.
That's because our nature is curious beyond limits,
Observing what's seen and imagining what's not.
While leaving some half-answered solutions, requiring
More searching where the truth is finally caught.
These avenues travel along the same horizon,
Seeking a future, as well as, the past.
Even though the roots are often believed
Different, the fruits may hopefully last.
Noteworthy during this short-lived history,
Is mankind's effort to find God and beyond.
Yet while this has given some peace and power,
Countless others might claim they've only been conned.
If we have learned anything from a wise and old mentor,
It is those teachings showing strength from the whole.
As we struggle to be righteous and inclusive,
Avoiding the dangers to divide and extol.
It's clearly seen throughout global legacies,
The laws of man drew from seeds, often divine.
With simple wisdom of insight and surviving,
A complex universe with no dividing line.
I speak in words and meanings I don't even know -
a child from a world that existed long ago.
The Druid's say my soul is unhinged and free,
and that I can see what others cannot see.
Sitting, not alone, one Samhain night,
no light, no fright, just sight-guided spirit's flight.
Samhain, the boundary between light and dark -
Summer is abundant, Winter bare and stark.
On this, these seasons' strange dividing line,
earthly mortals and ghosts intertwine.
Will my essence, set sail on another cosmic trip,
Will the harvest this year be enough?
Tonight, as earthly sensibilities tear and rip,
in your parlance, I'd say, "all bets are off".
Tonight, a briefly opened heavenly portal
connects this Celt from Irish shores in 333 BCE,
allowing communion of the dead and mortal,
you, from the distant future, and li'l ol' me.
I left my world, hoping I hadn't offended
my ancestors, which would cause me remorse,
wondering, "Will I starve? Will my time be ended?".
So, I humbly offer up a slaughtered horse.
And yet, having left my ancient shores,
I find I'm this futuristic 21st century scene,
in the bizarre, machine-made world of yours,
on a night that you call Halloween.
You too, child, may have fallen in this rip in space,
in the Halloween costume you got from your dad.
Trust me, you don't want to see his face.
So, don't tell him about me. He'll just get mad.
Our mind is capable of passing beyond
the dividing line we have drawn for it.
Beyond the pairs of opposites, of which
the world consists - other, new insights
begin." --Herman Hesse, on Thought "
Controlled Fallacy
I could be an enchanted dragonfly,
the one, in a child's storybook
that lets fairies,
full of magic ride on its back.
I could turn into the wicked dragon
that lurks
in all the kingdoms and fiefdoms
or the brave knight
that rescues the poor distressed damsel;
the one who lives happily ever after,
thereafter or,
I could be her private aspirations.
Her flight from passion before the rot sets in.
I could be her secret hideaway, where
she touches solitude with reverent fingers.
I could enter reality at this point
so focused that the dragonfly would tumble
into a shriveled heap,
or become a pauper, sitting
on a cold and wind blown, treeless street.
I could be a modern day Cinderella with
a pumpkin Rolls Royce
and stained glass slippers
or,the best friend of an
English Lord, or the maid who
every single morning
brings him his breakfast
of kippers.
But I don't want to be an
enchanted dragonfly.
I want to drive to some remote reality
in a real Rolls Royce
I want - I want controlled fallacy.
I want caviar- not kippers
I want a flowing negligee and
maribou-feathered high heel slides.
I want to be that enchanted princess
who touches solitude with
reverent fingers.
I want to be the smiling
sole, possessor
of a single, stained glass slipper
Suzanne Delaney
Fantasy Contest - Giorgio V
I sat up all night gazing at the lights in the ceiling, there was something in it that gives me greater meaning and a spark in the sky that leads to a different life, caught my attention. It is the spark that no one could see, it is the spark of a higher decree, and it is the sparks that leads to my destiny.
I ponder all night and I just could not get it right, the angle that cut through the circumference in the cloud was nowhere to be found and the segments dissolve in one round mass and there was no boundary from the east, west, north and south, everything was just one, that’s how it was from the beginning
Before the people starts to sing, the earth it its current form had no, owner or dividing line, everything was just one ball that could fit in the palm of my hand.
I searched for it all night but I had to put up a fight with my imagination, and it was just before day break, the power of the earth awake, and the sun had cross the center of the earth and it was shining directly on me.
I could see it with my naked eyes, I could see it from all angle
Bouncing like a ball, oh how it makes me feel tall.
There is a circumference around the sun and destiny cannot be undone, I will write this final chapter for that everyone to be free
Take a look at the sun and make the final run, there is something special for you to see and it is the part that will shape your destiny.
As the day becomes bright my heart becomes lighter and the pressure suddenly disappears when the spark in the sky appears and my long awaited dream come true.
Everyone gather around in disbelief they could hardly believe that the journey was complete, the circumference around the sun is real and the spark in the sky open their eyes.