Long Emoted Poems
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So here we are, within this lucid dream
appearing to have free will, though not true
for we control not images that do stream
even as pulse of our heart does renew
Our scope of action is type of response
emoted to the fall of the hammer
wherein optimal choice is nonchalance
standing erect in a soulful manner
Upon ceasing to react, dream sequence ends
since there remains in our heart, no desire
our lower mind to will of Gods does bend
love divine being all that we aspire
Oh hermit, please stand still, ceasing to sway
through day and night, as we devoutly pray
09-July-2021
A nice prescription of sleep
I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
In a dreamscape so wide.
Tho' it was hard to believe -
I saw a meadow without end;
My crying stopped to think
Of where the Tiller went.
I saw in hues I'd never seen;
The sky emoted rest.
I searched the horizon -
Sure that there were secrets.
And of time? What did it mean
To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
Nourished by a fallen tear?
And then - I startled -
And facing a morning sun -
Felt my heart's wound dulled -
Almost like it'd never happened.
rotten molars unnerved her moribund hunger for living on
she extracted the pain with blunt scalpels pliers and hammer
damaged her smile as well but with the cornerstones removed
in the aftermath of destruction nothing was left but a stammer
loops of denial and self-incrimination established more pain
she tore her heart out under the shelter of drugs and booze
abuse self-incrimination and injustice festered in her mind
emoted a cardiac bypass for feelings leaving nothing to lose
a spiritual minefield exploded and she gathered rapid speed
performed a lobotomy with a manual and surgical precision
hysterical psychedelia and amphetamines furthered the cause
reached complete numbness from the screwdriver’s incision
only after all operations uppers downers and morphine failed
she realized that life was to seize no matter how it panned out
checked into rehab and abandoned jigsaw super glue and fear
took up painting and poetry and excised her vile needless doubt
25th September 2020
“One being freed from the grip of Ahamkara attains his unmanifest state like the spotless moon becoming full after eclipse.” ~ quote from the Adhyatma Upanishad
thoughts seem to arise without volition
but mindful eye traces heart as the source
wherefrom vibrations emoted in morse
seek from mind as symbols, their rendition
desires of heart cause intent’s emission
but is the impulse rooted in remorse
ego-driven, prone to applying force,
unlike vast space that has no ambition
negating transience, our ego recedes
and yet object-free awareness remains
whence stepping outside space-time we then see
self-existent light within which love breeds
representing flame of heart free from stains
made in God’s image, vibrant and carefree
Buddhist Poet Tree in Motion
Paige helped herself to words written
On the canvas of life with earth
Etched on tapestry smoothening
The smothering eclipse of demise
Thermal springs fired resolve and
Restitution from smouldering ashes
Engraved meaning emoted retold
Enclaves of sanity resilient narration
In water she bathed her soul
Nascent native naïve swallowed
Mellow stream bubbles sprinkled
On aquarelle paper sun stars and
The moon in eight noble truths
Inspiring rhyme rhythm meter from
Obscure obfuscation Paige turned
Nothing to pages a tree of her change
24th January 2016
I warn you this is not a warm message
written on a generic greeting card.
It belongs to the dark and the cynical,
those people who spit truth on a fire.
You may ask why is Halloween the best?
Don’t you prefer colored lights and tinsel?
Well, no. Not particularly.
I’d prefer to hear a purr by a pumpkin
then find my cats in the holiday tree.
I’ve a preference for things that are alive,
not fake like some spray-painted pine.
The energy in the air flooding October
is bloated with the richness of the macabre.
There is nothing but the living dead
in gifts for those you barely speak to.
They only call when it’s ‘that time of year’,
Halloween is real fear emoted with a mask.
No pretension, no phony phoned in words,
it’s more party screams in a haunted house.
This may only last for the length of a night,
at least the diabolic intention is honest.
Dressing up and giving someone a grin,
giving out candy you’ll meet the neighbors.
Traditions based on your net worth?
Read to me a little bit more like pyrite.
You may ask why is Halloween the best?
Don’t you prefer colored lights and tinsel?
They do not resonate well with an empath.
So, no. Not particularly.