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“as both this form and boundless space
cravings of ego negated
awake, vibrant yet nonchalant
bliss drenched heart remains elated”
Believe one’s bliss is happiest in youth?
A squeaky-clean parchment with true blue eyes.
A selfishness, of seeking perk, in truth,
Circles the moon at pubescent sunrise.
Yet, surrounded by dark, although there’s stars,
The eyes wizened in pain and confusion.
Insides begin to look at clouds’ tear jars.
Thunders true love, is it an illusion?
The letting go; let spots of wisdom grow.
Portends rainbow, halo of rain; a sigh.
Let go umbrella’s twirl; accept rain’s glow.
Floating in space, like embryos, on high.
Couples, like twins, in water’s depth, don’t drown.
In selflessness, they’ve found a blissful crown.
I swap my eyes
for that of the bird
trying to see
things I should have heard
daybreak is cluttered
when I've lost all my sleep
important things pile
all up in a heap
but I'll trace a line
with the tip of my finger
find the place where your song
has the good grace to linger
I find it in tails
or in tales of mirth
exploring these notes
seems to help my self worth
the edges are sheared
sound becomes mute
these are the gaps
where I start to dispute
did I just listen
to beautiful sound
as all seems empty
when I look around
lines are traced
yet they all end
just a fingertip mapping
the missing voice of a friend
I listen, I look
I reach out with my hand
saddened your tune
can't return on demand
realisation occurs
with a bump and a start
I didn't call out
I just asked with my heart
no-one can hear me
as I silently pray
that I'll still hear your song
at the start of each day
I'll let all notes mingle
let rain fuse with sound
step outside to get drenched
and just lay on the ground
stare up to the sky
as stars stare back at me
it's my own voice at fault
I need not be lonely
if lines overlay
it's stars we're creating
I'm not all alone
the scrawls just needed translating
We ask, how did manifestation arise,
what’s the purpose and what are we doing here,
to which the guru said, simply realise,
existence is one, feel within bliss beats spear.
God created space-time, then all worlds within,
hiding Himself in each heart, so go therein,
dissolve the ego, which is an interface
and recognise light of Self by divine grace.
To know the truth, we go back the way we came,
becoming the life force that empowers form,
sliding into silence, no tempests to tame,
we are the stillness centred in every storm.
The womb of space pierced, we stand as living light,
made in God’s image and drenched in bliss delight,
which is akin to waking up from a dream,
seeing we’re always aloft on love’s moonbeam.
The light of Self known, it is as yet a seed,
since God Absolute to us remains unknown
but if we be still and allow Him to lead,
in timeless time we imbibe clear truth full blown.
Taking our head ovoid as the cosmic egg,
hatching out of it, twice born we do not beg,
descending to heart, where polarities merge,
embodying God’s light, felt as a bliss surge.
It's a lovely sun-drenched day of clouds and blue sky,
Giving such a beautiful vista on which I gaze.
Two sparrows dancing at opposite roosts catch my eye,
On a large branch in the huge maple at center stage
Distant bells ring out in the distance a melodic peal,
Accompanying the movement of leaves in the breeze.
I see a twin-tower temple with sweet images to reveal,
With such quiet grace it sets troubled minds at ease.
I muse of a sanctuary of inner warmth and grace,
With a scent of roses urging me to follow my nose.
Drawn as by the sensuous smile on a woman’s face,
I begin to presume how the rest of the story goes.
Woman indeed is so wisely and nobly endowed,
Between the pillars of her calling in awesomeness.
She remains her openly receptive self and still proud,
Showing me haven where my weary soul finds rest.
Together we dream of a garden of hope and love,
Living within the comforts of shared pleasure.
As I drink the nectar that showers from above,
I conceived of a supreme realm for all to treasure.
She gazes unseeing; a desolate being
Asleep in this wide awake town
Leant ’gainst the rail of a bridge ’cross the river
Her gaze and demeanor are down
Considered a knife for taking her life
But thoughts of whom-ever might find
her blood drenched cadaver, decided she’d rather
not mess up an innocent’s mind
Spent some time thinking, painkillers while drinking
Might bring her the peace that she craves
But what if they merely left her feeling bleary
So now she stands gazing at waves
So, when your life has turned grey
And it shows you no way
And there’s no guiding light
Do you contemplate “Goodnight?”
For you gave it your best
You feel you’ve failed the test
Please see things another way
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Three monkeys - wise - as she scaled iron sides
And no passerby broke his stride
Made her last pledge on a maintenance ledge
That really was not very wide
“Well Lord, that was me; what had you hoped to see
Whatever it was I have failed
Messed up all my life, but I’ll get one thing right
For I’ve got my final act… NAILED!”
Behind her a squaddie, a war ravaged body
Said I’ve been where your mind is now
But one stranger, then, helped me love life again
Can I be your ‘Stranger’ somehow
So, when your life has turned grey
And it shows you no way
And there’s no guiding light
Do you contemplate “Goodnight?”
For you gave it your best
You feel you’ve failed the test
Please see things another way
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Well, she turned around; she climbed back and she found
That his wars had took half of one leg
Her eyes opened wide and she said, in surprise,
“Did you used to come here to beg?”
“I found you a place at the veteran’s mission
And a cab to make sure you would go
You needed me then as I needed you now.”
And he said, “Samantha…… I know.”
So, when your life has turned grey
And it shows you no way
And there’s no guiding light
Do you contemplate “Goodnight?”
For you gave it your best
You feel you’ve failed the test
Please see things another way
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Careless and crazy I have become as a human being with a wicked human nature that is an entity to God Most High..stumbling upon the tragedies and misfortunes of this World of Woe
Helpless, fearful, cheerless, grateful - these are the sentiments I embrace deep down inside - when will I be set free from this captivity I call Hostile Home?
Emptiness fills my cranium and I am in want of wisdom that is contrary to the lusts of my heart; ancient destruction and decadence takes over me and I am praying that I'll still have hope in mind and confidence to find
Angst and anger zap me like silver lightning and it slithers into my veins, sending me pangs of painstaking pain that overthrows me, overwhelming me to the extreme, my self-esteem below zero
Random rage disappears and I am left with what I call "chear"...fear not, cheer on! Anxious joy chears me on and I am the vibrantless sun and You are the illuminating moon! I'm defeated to the core by the iniquities of my passion-drenched heart, mind and soul
Fearfulness builds adrenaline throughout my body...so uncomfortable in my own skin when I'm associating with my companions
Underestimated by the words I say, but I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure...I'm an invincible individual with a chearful mentality
Loyal to the creator of this Earth, but I'm fearful of the destruction that the world must go through...but I'm cheerful that You are by my side always and forever - I'm faithful and hopeful that Your Word will lead me to the Kingdom of Infinite Glory, where Jesus Christ will raise us from the dead and crown us as Kings and Priests, so we can judge the world with righteous justice!!
I want to see the ocean and feel her cool caress;
to dance inside her salty spray when she is at low tide;
to feel her waves as they roll in; to leap at their approach.
To jump those waves has got to be the ultimate fun ride.
I want to see the ocean while lying on a beach;
to view her sun-drenched splendor shimmering blue-green.
As eventide approaches I want to see her too
mirroring a twilight sky of crimson-tangerine.
I want to see her day and night, but moody she can be!
She rages with the tempests, but often she is calm.
When zephyr whispers to her, I love her soft replies.
I feel the freshness of her scent and know she is my balm.
I want to see, to touch, to feel, and breathe the ocean in;
to fall to sleep beside her when the misty-hued full moon
reflects upon her cobalt depths, and when the night is warm,
I want my dreams, like rippled waves, with her to be in tune!
‘Twas not a snake of the conventional type,
which I chanced to meet, at the base of my spine.
The kundalini, about which there’s much hype,
I saw clearly as Divine Mother’s love sign,
looking at me, judging if my heart was ripe,
to imbibe bliss magnetism for which all pine.
She asked me with kindness, if I was ready,
to which I truthfully said, ‘heart’s unsteady’.
Pointing out that Her spectre was strange to me,
I requested Her to tell me who She was,
to which She smiled and said, ‘let such questions be’.
‘It suffices’, She said, ‘to know I’m the cause
of movement enabling life, that soul may see,
by aligning with love, obeying God’s laws,
paving way for man to wake up in life’s dream,
where myriad thought forms do endlessly stream’.
Hearing this I stood transfixed in disbelief,
yet played along asking Her what I should do,
to which She said, ‘be still, to obtain relief’.
‘Simply allow’, She added, ‘bliss to renew’.
I did as bidden by turning a new leaf
and though it took time for me to fear subdue,
it was worth the wait, for in stillness sedate,
I was drenched in bliss waves that did not abate.
Weaving wicked tales atop this mountain
The Kingdom has reached its peak
Black box warfare once again leads us to ruin
Turning the golden sun bleak
Cleansing yourself of filth
While I drenched myself in Spring's sweat
Desolation came upon us
When fist meets nose, it leaves my skin wet
Laying wrapped in cloth in the hospital
With a heart full of lead
The doctor held my hands
And made me promise I wouldn't end up dead
The fall of the Kingdom
Millennia aflame
A land of broken glass and steel
And who should the subjects blame?
Crafting forts and walls to protect me
High above the new land
The queen returned to rule again, and I let her in
To make one final stand
Nothing changed at all
Still a broken mess passing ourselves as Gods
Devastation ruled upon me
As my new Kingdom ended up as another loss
Another fall from me
The castle lays in dust
A land of constant rain and clouds
As all swords and shields begin to rust
Marching to the beat of my broken heart
This former king returns
To the land he once cursed as a broken town
Only fit to burn
Shedding robes and jewels
The once-king settles into routine
Learning how to breathe again
Without a kingdom or abusive Queen
Marching once again
Shedding guilt and doubt
To form identity, once lost
And from this wicked cell, get out
A thousand years ago
My children’s children bore life
Indeed, silence they have brought
But silence they have slain
And they swam oceans and seas
Journeyed through the sands
Stopped by the shadows
And lit no light
I watched my children’s children
Bore another life
And I prayed to the suns and moons
As the sky dances to its tunes
My prayers begun as I begged
“Do not undo time, do not slay my sons
My daughters will bear children
You shall soon see light”
And my prayers were heard
But a price I must pay
“You will watch your children
Bathe on your own blood”
And a thousand years later
My children stopped at none
I watched them part ways
I watched them day and night
They drenched to each other’s blood
They made love to one another’s wife
Raising soldiers from sons
Bathing daughters to be brides
But a parent could only bare such
Questioning one’s own love
Seeking answers never to be found
Sleepless nights to endless thoughts
And I stood between two paths
Calling from the sands of time
Summoning all ashes and bones
Rise, my sleeping warriors of just