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My mind had a door embedded
with gems of emotion !
Through that entrance I greeted you always.
Now all gemstones are fallen off,
leaving shadow of glaze in empty sockets.
You walked away on promise
to be back by 'tomorrow'.
No more to voice my ardent ardour
but to drag dull days on false expectation
of your so called 'tomorrow'.
Each day before dawn gazing up at the stars I truly hope to see
if somewhere in the Universe a morning gift was left for me
to restore my equilibrium from a restless painful night
then as I look to my delight I spy my morning feast
for the Cosmos sent its brightest star; she twinkles up above
her name is Venus and just for me she wears her sparkling gown
I adore her dazzling beauty as she takes away my breath
The Sun is waiting in the wings to bring light to our day
and like a trumpet serenade the skies will celebrate her rising
in the east the sky prepares her morning overtures with
a kaleidoscope of colours to infuse the daybreak sky
hues of crimson, orange, vermilion are painted from an artiste’s palette
as dramatically she makes her entrance; a shimmering golden orb
Then finally at the end of her day she creates an impressive finale
a cornucopia of her most vivid colours lights up the evening sky
as wispy dancing clouds float by to soak up her vibrant hues
then slowly she reclines to bed to view the biggest show of all
This show is always different on each twenty eight day run
a celebratory performance from iconic Mother Moon
such a captivating sight to see
this shimmering silver spherical globe
she truly is my favorite and of her I am in awe
I gaze at her for hours for she truly stole my heart
she lifts my spirit
she calms my soul
she enlightens my life
she is something bigger than myself
Written 29th January 2019
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Fear strikes..
A jolt of fear arises..
A lightning bolt of fear illuminates in the sky..
A grand entrance it had made..
An uninvited guest..
The wrath of fear had wrapped it's frightful arms all around..
Fearful circumstances of negativity..
Fear of life..
Fear of death
Invasions and disruptions of fear..
Fearfully we are petrified of fear in itself..
We run away from fear..
We run rapidly
At the highest speed
Being chased by fear
The uninvited guest is directly behind..
Love is..
Opposite of fear
Enriched with profound love..
Deeply in love ..
Which is..
Carried out through the depths of the soul..
To taste pure sweet love..
Basking in the epitome of love..
The fullness of it all..
A full fledged experience to taste..
Experience of fear comes to play..
The uninvited guest had arrived..
The strike of lightning along a fearful bolt of electricity charged..
The wrath of fear and frightful arms wrapped around has no power without love..
The power of love...
To love ..
To truly love..
Fear shall become an invited guest..
An invitation to fear delivered..
To taste pure sweet love..
One must taste bitter fear..
To love..
To know love..
To love thyself..
One must know the complete opposite..
Which is fear..
Need not run away anymore..
For Angie
The hallways rotated over and around me, maybe it was that aged smell of antiseptic affecting my equilibrium...
Trying to keep my feet, bracing the wall of the room she was assigned with my hand to gain my balance, I was overcome with
hot vibrations
of past voices, shrieking, pleading, crying out for lost loved ones at the time of their greatest need...
unanswered
Slumping to a chair, I felt the weight of despair
Nothing, nobody
My will to live had been broken
Shaking myself, I knew I needed to be released from this
Possession of my soul, so I began praying...
'God, grant these souls entrance to Your Kingdom, reach out with Your Loving Grace to hold them and keep them in Your Love'
Free at last, the orderly asked if everything was alright, I said No...he said, I'm sorry, I need you to sign these papers for Insurance, we have a patient waiting for this room and Housekeeping needs to finish some tasks
Angie's heart had given up, but the cause of death was listed as covid
I just got up from my chair, set the forms down, and walked out, the orderly pleading behind Me "sir, sir, the papers!"
Housekeeping brushed hurriedly past me as I hit the elevator
Down button, entered and
Released at the lobby floor,
Stepping out to the fresh air,
I noticed a Ruby Throated Hummingbird alight on a trumpet flower nearbye, sip, then pause to acknowledge me and spun straight-up...
Heaven awaited
11/12/21
Just?
look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best.
You have much to celebrate.
Celebrate diversity, the joy of
sex in the city.
Make it,
YOU, at your behest,
the center of your Universe.
Where only a black hole resides, and your own worst enemy?
Hyde's.
It's not lonely there.
There's
YOU!
That's all right dearest.
Party like it's 2 0 1 9.
After all, everything you have and are is because of being free and solitary.
To thine own self be true!
A self propogating gene of Genie
Is only rubbed out when it's convenient for YOU.
Live like a con-gypsy
under Gaias loving gaze of nativity.
As you sweep the wind beneath your wings and batten down the sails,
a treasure hunting pirate on life's seven seas'swells.
Through the river Styx,
Flotsam, Jetsam
mental living, Hell?
Some things are meant to be.
Like milk and honey.
But not according to "do what thou will"
It is a suicide into lonely.
Drunkenness into endless sleep.
Although, they call the new aged Kool Aid,
harmless wine.
I see,
that it matches fine;
with neurosis,
scerosis of inclusion,
invader intrusion, plucked from narcissistic vines. Tended by demon.
From the Forest of delusion.
Pairs well with the thorns of Night.
Take a sip of that self hypnosis.
Does it go down smooth? Or does it have a kick?
Then kick your **** on down the line.
Off your booth, in Life.
Ritually drunk and now, suddenly divine at your own behest.
A little bit of courage, right?
Something to take the edge off,
the edge of night?
Regret.
Sugar on the brain that foments its fermentation over time.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, wick and flame, dead.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
Integrity bled.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
S tars perfectly align [cohabitation]
e ndless-spaces posing, [a-vast] cosmic, ecliptic, dance of
[c ast], at it's (station parting as chaotic entropy).
P ulling g a laxies together, a [tapestry] in intrinsic entrance of (separate positions adorning culled existence).
A fter eons of celeStial [tide], weaving fate's intricate [thread of] abode to abide (stretching partition arearing capacities extension).
C osmic wonders emerge, in this theater that the universe has advanced as (spreading propellant aortic celled expanse) .
E nergy transfered, transposedly, written and read as (s-ystem p-artition a-spiring c-onnection e-xistensibly.)
The vestments of Aaron the High Priest stood out
Their striking beauty brought about
heightened expectations from the hushed crowd
as the High Priest entered the Holy of Holies in a cloud
of incense, carrying the names of each tribe on his breast
seeking G-d’s pardon, that His people He bless…
trembling, humble – though dazzling in appearance
Aaron pleaded Israel’s case with iron-willed perseverance
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Above is a stylized description of the entrance of Aaron, the
High Priest, into the Holy of Holies in the Tabernacle, on Yom
Kippur, when the Tabernacle was carried from place to place
during the forty years that the Israelites' sojourned in the
Sinai Desert. (3,300 years ago).
Written By: D. Collins 1/7/25
A change came through like a resounding wind.
Altering the course that I was currently in.
It flipped the script to set me on the right track.
It gave me something I am never giving back.
A change came through and took up residence.
It fed me the knowledge of my relevance.
With all my faults I’m still a Child of God.
And, He accepts me with an appealing nod.
For those who care to listen, I have advice for you.
See how your life glistens when change comes through.
It makes its entrance with an enormous splash.
It will give you something you’ve never had.
Darkness envelops a violet sky,
night ends the lighted reign,
stars elongate in a lucid haze
as a new world appears in the mist.
People and places hidden away in the dark
play to the crowd of only one,
in contorted scenes of yesteryear.
How I long to comprehend its meaning!
Pictures arise like a sudden tornado,
twisting and turning endlessly;
unexplainable scenes intertwine
in depths of unimagined presence.
A fast entrance with an even quicker exit,
all the players right on cue
make a drama every night.
How I long to understand it all!
The tossing and turning like a rag doll,
in rhythm with each sequence,
everything seems so close yet so far away,
but grasping to touch is sheer madness.
The scenes that come are mainly a mystery,
and the players change infinitely,
much is forgotten as the darkness fades.
How I long to dream again!
I left out riding my bike down
first street over looking the
wildly calm river artist's lined
bicentennial entrance way where
Thomas Edison Rockefeller
and Ford feasted on clams
my mind wandered about
the timing of the dem lights to
brighten the garden lofts above
the streets soft jazz from
Billie holiday rang out down
old Hendry street my heart strings
mingled with the Sunday drivers
passing by after mass fondly
trying to pick me up leaving
the shops it was noon it was
damp the sun peeked in behind
the gulf today a few children
skipped by carrying balloons
while the fishermen tossed nets
near the shore sand collected
beneath my toes as two boats
docked this was home my life
an yet the Caribbean whispered
to me waves slammed against
the stone walls I felt a few sprinkles
I quickly dashed into the book store
on the corner while the aroma of fresh
French bread gather all of my senses
luring me to a sit down with brunch
tiny raisin bagels diced mangos
inside a vintage wine glass
one thousand sparrows flew
backwards within the breeze
as I rest on the steps of St Francis