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Within the lucid dream, we played our role,
adapting to oscillations we caused,
being but a game for heart to feel whole,
repeating as refrains till thoughts were paused.
Such is as it is, as cause and effect,
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed,
for as long as desires frolic unchecked,
life after life upon earth will be streamed.
Notice how a flame flickers in the breeze
until the candle is placed in a sconce,
so likewise to be blissful and at ease,
let love ensconce heart, gentling our response.
Bilocating between form and vast space,
moment by moment, we imbibe God’s grace.
Together we stood inside the outdoor gazebo
chanting our oms like precious children that we were
Mingling our minds, color smidgens of pure bliss
with a splash of wind , we lost concrete;
Monks and Monkesses of Deity, four to be exact
flying over earthly number, we were invisible
who knew...
Spirals of vibrations, a sound outside a sound
radial clearances from angels who ensconce
as we assembled to resemble, first together
then apart, ...we reassembled once again
beneath the outdoor gazebo where the soul
with seperable existence made us many,
made us one...
June 10, 2020
laden in the semblance of the lifeless
i curled my mind, nesting in the umbrage
of memories that haunt more than touch
unable to soar within the wind's of time
she begged me to fly, wrap my wings around faith
offer her comfort, make promises she knows i can't keep
yet my words fall darkened like november days upon her deafness
my shoulders carry her weight as her silence screams aloud
i see the bony fingers of darkness pointing
at yet another encompassed in my coalition
she knows he's come for her, i see the fear
in her downcast eyes, as tears trail my back
i pretend to be tethered on strings of hope
ensconce my fears with factitious smiles
praying she doesn't see the forlorn looming
as i suppress my own tears through a stammer of words
while cursing death beneath my breath, unsettled within
i clamber the ground on deflected knees, hands enclosed
in sullenness my words are uplifted on a zephyr of last breaths
bore of a dozen souls lost as i withdrawal in this unrest of fate once more
November 11, 2019
To honor the Mother America, our men and women in uniform
upheld our nation’s colors still hanging from the ruined eagle’s nest,
though it is torn to shreds, with renewed resolution for uncertain future to come.
And everyone dug the ruins to remove the mountains of debris;
some died while trying to help others, some injured while searching
for a piece of life that may still be there in the terrible toll of lives lost,
still yet, some with earnest prayer while watching TV screen.
It is the time for us all Americans, to unite under one same nation’s flag,
more than ever, it is the time to reassure and to proudly display our oneness under one same nation’s flag to the world, though we are a nation of all different races, cultures and of diversity. And now is the time to display our determination,
that we, as the peace loving people of America, will not tolerate the killing of innocent lives, which we, as the people of one great sovereign state U.S.A.
will not overlook what terrorists did to this nation.
No matter where those inhumane evildoers ensconce themselves,
we will go after them, and punish them in the name of justice.
We will return our anger on them, in the name of innocent spirits departed from us, at the time of collapse of the towers, at the time when eagle injured its wings.
We must pray earnestly however, before take up our arms.
we must give a deep thought however, before vengeance
takes its place.
Make sure that our castigation against atrocious evildoers
is not for where do they live or come from, what they do to earn
their honest living, how they look or dress, how they speak or greet one another, or even how they worship their God, but because of their evil desire and what they did to our innocent lives.
Listen! those faceless cowardly terrorists,
this beautiful country will remain on this earth forever,
in the unity of people from every corner of the world
with all different cultural backgrounds.
And with the vision that of impartiality for all
and indivisibility under one same flag, the Star-Spangled Banner.
And prosper as ever by everyone doing their fair share as a proud citizen
of this great nation, the U.S.A.
I gather them all up like sweet bouquets
taking my time with each vowel and sound
writing poetry each and ever day,
is one of the greatest joy I found
when it comes to poems I'm never out of words
as long as the heart is full, I can always add;
poetry sometimes can be a powerful sword,
when it comes to revealing emotions of sad;
I call them penflowers, a gift to the reader
who loves to ensconce in heartfelt emotion
so go ahead and be my chromatographer
I will keep sharing my poetry notions
They are the gatherings of a sweet bouquets
yes I write poetry, each and every day.
I see a hundred million dead,
their bodies buried in mass graves,
not because they committed crimes,
oh no, they just didn’t behave
the way some cruel ideologue
pronounced that all people should act,
when the new man couldn’t be made
the socialists would just attack.
Trying to change human nature,
failing as we are fated to,
starving peasants, gulags of death,
rights destroyed for more than a few,
rivers polluted, fields glowing,
millions of people stripped of faith,
a formula that brought failure,
entire countries spent and raped.
And yet today the professors
cheerlead this abomination,
when every people that tried failed
it’s a sure sign of damnation.
That the ideas, down at their core,
cannot survive reality,
that human beings weren’t meant to
have absolute equality.
To try again, and kill some more
shows that these eggheads sure are dumb,
you cannot be a socialist
and claim to be a good person.
I see a self-convinced elite
lining their pockets with our cash,
not bothering to work for it,
why would they deign to go do that?
They can hide behind government
for unearned legitimacy,
ensconce themselves and build fiefdoms
so that they never have to leave.
And as it does to any soul,
that power will only corrupt,
and they now stoop to voter fraud
to never have to give it up.
Given that most of these people
were already craving power,
ae can’t expect them to listen,
when we speak up, they only glower,
and act like we’re the great unwashed,
like we’re just fools for them to bribe,
honestly, if they told the truth,
they would prefer that we all die,
or at least be reduced to slaves,
with no voice, no choice, and no guns,
to be a politician now
means you can’t be a good person...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
If I could dream those eyes, bright stars! I’d be a Man, again!
(By which, I mean, awake to every need)
If I could sheathe the sword in stone, I’d learn to couch the pen,
And write words that suggest, but never bleed.
If I could muse my way through tomes and find you waiting there,
A better woolgather than any told,
If I could cross to Heaven’s Vale and kneel before your chair,
I’d live again, and never would grow old!
But there are better ways than those I choose to now embrace,
More practical, and sensible are these,
Ensconce within my heart a Rose, and in it, find your face,
And bear it with me always, sign of Peace!
3/17/2019
God's Plan
God has His plan
Of this you are told
And on this concept
All believers are sold
It’s easy to say, “That’s part of God’s plan.”
When things are going well.
But no one thanks Him for things awry
That part of the Plan must also apply.
But few have really given it thought
That it renders free will as nought.
Can you tell a joke He hasn’t heard
Or think a thought that’s not His Word?
The number of hairs on your head
He know that before Adam’s innocence was shed.
There’s nothing that you can do or say
That God doesn’t know about in every way.
Every thought, every action, He knew from the start,
All in your mind and all in your heart.
A character in a novel and He is the writer,
You think you make choices but He’s the inciter.
But with this idea of the Deity’s Plan
Comes some issues, needing deep scan.
What does this mean about a person’s prayers
Doesn’t God know about all your cares?
Why is it necessary to formalize your needs,
When God already knows and always proceeds,
According to the Plan? He knows where it leads.
And stating ‘free will’, is not a response.
It ignores His Plan and does not ensconce,
Cause free will would result in a Plan renaissance.
So all your actions, no matter what,
Are already determined, there is no rebut.
And what of remorse that God does show?
That seems ignorant of the Plan
Why should He feel bad about anything that occurs,
When He’s supposed to be The Man?
Not only does God not seem to know,
That the events He ordained do not seem to show,
That He knows everything of what is to come,
And so His Plan is not the sum,
Of it all.
So regardless of what people commonly believe
Regardless of the commonly held weave
The omniscience of God you now must leave.
And the Plan? Believers can grieve.
Dashes, burst in flashes!
Apostrophes, aim well!
Commas, strong thy slashes!
Punctuation, pell-mell!
Ancient pyramid, the moon.
When you gaze, seen: what?
Troubadour, best hold thy tune!
Poet, make the cut!
Toil, recoil, beneath the soil.
Ensconce, O seance.
Ailing patient, insides roil?
Mud, sir. For the nonce.
Ivy, cover all you see.
As a blanket be.
Greenery, grow constantly!
Ocean link to sea!
Causal chain, blight with thy bane?
Well, friend, I'd best not.
Reality to remain?
Death is thine, robot.
Spirit of tomorrow!
In thy name we invoke!
Bitter is to borrow.
Signal well, O smoke.
Lightning, storms. They come in swarms!
Angry spirit forms!
Nightmare, violate the norms!
He who freezes warms!
Thus lava, O volcano!
Eruption, firework!
Dappled roe, run mid the flow!
Carrion crow, berserk!
Come Father, become human and kind...
sit at my blessed and abundant table,
and have a dialogue with me!
Many questions assumed for myself:
like uncotrollable rivers flooding their banks...
pitifully susceptible to oblivion;
a disaster so real and not too stealthy...
come Father,suspend time!
Indisputible are Your commandments
that make the sinners tremble
and the mighty complain and ramble;
unchangeable are Your moral demands,
and the devouts heed them with reverence...
to diffuse them without diffidence!
Come Father,engorge this eager spirit...
descend to clear up contradictory opinions,
words dictated by the die-hard and undignified;
this is not a conception or a dilemma,
but an enormous and contemptuous enigma
engraved on the souls that engage in snarling tactics
to ensconce, not to enrapture what is good...
and in doing so they captivate people in sin!
I declare my faithfulness with words that prolifate
and have wonder and inspiration...
true words that express a genuine faith;
I am not prognostic...I rely on devine intervention,
and shun what lacks in importance...
not debasing what is sacred to satisfy their impertinence!
Come Father, have this promenade...
let's talk about their impervious minds
that collide with truth with impetuous haste;
come father, let's make them perfect and pious...
give them a plausible momentum of grace,
and make them victorious and vindicated!