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Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat
particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous tit for tat
promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of Dead Poets Society
screeching like a wildcat
signaling resumption, sans
war between the states recruiting
every able bodied proletariat
after well nigh one
hundred fifty four plus years,
which repurpose sing reformat
might transform mine
humdrum friggin existence
into one enviable secretariat,
where these ears will
hear constant ratatat,
when bombardiers din
temporarily doth pause
scampering atop rampart
analogous to polecat
espying the freshly minted "enemy"
unconcerned if maneuvers induce pitapat
cuz resumption of battle will drown,
this weasel granted leeway within Union
Schwenksville, Pennsylvanian nonfat
spry old man confident fighter
despite civilian life
extant, viz noncombat
acclimated to rustic/primitive conditions
honest to dog abode comprised
thatched hut housed within mudflat
only during rainfall rigging
makeship shower plus laundromat
counting lucky stars kismat
blessed without necessity
to whip out handy dandy hemostat,
thus yours truly ready for action
quite content nsync
within no man's land habitat
linkedin with nearest battalion via
microchip embedded within
noggin rock solid as hardhat
genetically modified lest
Johnny Rebel lob brickbat
also on lookout against
swampy hungry creatures,
thence I will thrust
these lovely bones akin to acrobat.
And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks, filters
and dispenses joy
From mechanoly cells
Pleading for regeneration
The familiar beg towards
Indiscriminate joys
Mean nothing but
To be left alone
Crystallized, for exhibition
to the many
Everyone partake
Seek a morsel for
Yourself
Because it's fleeting
And sadness reigns
Through our ears,
Acoustic lies flutter
Sincerely, vacant waves
Of love melodic,
It does its job,
Tainting sweetly our reality
While souls huddle close
For a deeper view
Our here and now
Climbs, repels
From sentimental summits
Vistas of pretty dreams
Fragrant, lauding over
The stench whispering
Towards the barren valley below
Then back to us
Hearing, humming
Exhuming
Chemical reactions
Singed
By recall
Broken or of whole
The music
Causing joy to
Drop by when we need it the most
And sadness reigns
We're startled,
As focus brings
The world into
Rarefied view
Intensive stare,
Colliding our senses
Interpreting their meanings
Elastic snowballs
Thundering into
Psychotic waves of
Lustful avalanches
that burn the retinas
With joy, inquisition,
Indelible glances
Hung up neatly
To wear when
Dreams demand them,
And there are peeks,
Boisterous looks
That tease your mind
And theirs
Visionary tales
Gross of dischord
And malfunction,
Though they serve
As guests,
Glee in a box,
Nibble, taste
Devour, done
And sadness reigns
Because you and I
All before us
And those to follow
And yet to come
Arrive, depart through
Unmarked swiveled doors
Betwixt adjoining suites
Cemented
Endlessly
By the mundane
we require
The horrific which we
Bring and run across
The zeal we grab
For ourselves and others
The aggression we
Wage and deflect
The resignation we extract
And authorize
And somehow
As sadness reigns
We defect
And elect
To be ruled
By something else.
(1/27/05)
the beginning of, middle and end
in endless renewal like a pulse
regenerating itself forever
stands apart from the dream
within which our ego mind dwells
when boundaries blur, nodes stir
arising from union of polarities
rapture of bliss results
wherein attention is fixated
as we are consumed by the flame
wondrous but identity as yet still is
perception not undifferentiated
subject and object remain
signalling bondage to limitation
within the illusionary realm of duality
when ego drops off all that is is light
the entire universe disappears
all that is is Self alone
feeling complete and at peace
with full freedom but without attribute
is not awareness bereft of love barren
which is why the one becomes two
as of spontaneous urge innate
that separation followed by union
awakens in Self love’s creative power
Epilogue
the house is one and it has many rooms
some are illumined but others are not
may then the light of Self magnify
exhuming darkness from the vast void
universe shining like a diamond in the sky
with the wisdom of universal mind in each
and agape love aglow in every entity
power of Self then creating life
from itself yet without lessening itself
reinventing the perfection that already is
Akin to the void centred everywhere,
bliss magnetism fills us from head to toe,
as our formless awareness self-aware,
sets sails in the boat God Himself does row.
Pristine presence delights as bliss beats peak,
exhuming the false from mind-body urn
and in the stream of love, we dip our beak,
becoming the flame by choosing to burn.
All that that is transient, holds no appeal,
for now our aura radiates God’s light,
in the glow of which, our karmic wounds heal,
as bliss pulsates within, by day and night.
Breath by breath thus, as delusion’s destroyed,
a million suns ignite our head ovoid.
I as in ego, versus I as soul,
indicates there are two of us in here,
so whilst playing out our ordained life role,
what is the vibration, our heart holds dear?
Just like Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde,
in us resides lower and higher mind,
so if on earth we wish to wingless glide,
we must leave cravings of ego behind.
Mind is an instrument and thoughts our slave
but since we choose to feed desire and fear,
being love estranged, we dig our own grave,
as pulsations of true 'I' disappear.
With this preamble, we may now begin,
to connect with love and light, free from sin.
To connect with love and light, free from sin,
it's best we first end head and heart conflict
and in childlike trust, in the void plunge in,
exhuming thoughts that constrict and restrict.
With baggage of fears and desires released,
our soul's awareness shines in its own light,
whereupon grace in-pours, since God is pleased,
who then bestows on us, spherical sight.
Our emptiness draws in bliss magnetism,
inducing the flow of soma nectar,
that ignites nodes within mind-body prism,
enlivening every in-form vector.
God enables when we cease to resist;
in timeless time we become a bliss mist.
In timeless time we become a bliss mist
and false identity within us dies,
paving way for our true Self to enlist,
that our pristine presence flies to new highs.
True life begins, when with love we concur,
recognising that God dwells within all,
upon which in heart we feel His light stir,
which in truth we are, as we now recall.
Lower and higher mind are thus entwined
and thus the 'I' we speak of, is God's spark,
upon earth playing our role as assigned;
beacon of light that banishes the dark.
Devil dwells in darkness, God makes us whole;
I as in ego, versus I as soul.
Knowing life has been already impulsed
We embrace and release both joy and pain
There are in truth no foes to be repulsed
Touch gentle, is free from blemish and stain
Mind-body unless ensouled is but dust
We know our organic form will decay
Why for then do we nurture thoughts of lust
Law of cause and effect will make us pay
Feeding not dark desires, our false self dies
There is no regret, for it never was
Our unshackled soul then flies to new highs
We are living light and God is the cause
Exhuming then, cravings of lower mind ~
Whilst immanent we transcend ego’s bind
29-May-2023
With ego donned, soul's edge now rough,
discernment as the tool employed,
tranquil at both life's crest and trough,
sees demons of darkness destroyed.
Refinement is a slow process,
laboured breathing, fear forms sieving,
where we both regress and progress,
strobes of God's light, in heart weaving.
Caress of love divine sublime,
transforms feeble form from within,
bliss beat chime aiding soul to climb,
exhuming all traces of sin.
Sin's sea glass littered on soul's shore,
holds value although it is waste,
for though we choose to keep no score,
it marks the path that made heart chaste.
Iberia, I long to breathe you in
as long ago I did. . . and then exhale
sangria nights with lace against my skin!
Sweet temptress draped in beauty, you unveil
Flamenco’s soul, exhuming history -
impressions left by ancients on your face -
from Roman glory’s remnants by the sea
to Moorish structures’ arcs of ageless grace.
Oh, how could I retreat with more to learn,
to make no sacrifice, nor question why
I had to keep my plans and not return
to your broad plains beneath Castilian sky?
Time stole my youth; I can’t go back again.
You could have been my home, belovèd Spain.
Feb 6, 2020
for John Hamilton's "Your Best Sonnet 2020" contest
(my best one that was not at least a previous winner in one of your own sonnet contests this year, John.)
The search for heaven took me far and wide.
I sat at the feet of many a sage
but all that they did was to point inside,
cajoling that I should turn a new page,
choosing heart over head, that soul may glide,
recognising the world as but a stage.
Enmeshed in lower mind, I was flummoxed.
It was clear I needed to be detoxed.
Knowing not the way, I peeped in within,
negating the flow of thought forms turbid
and so this is how I chose to begin,
doing not what my conscience did forbid.
It did take time but I was freed from sin,
whereupon I felt an energy grid
within my body, enlivened by bliss;
graced finally by Divine Mother’s kiss.
Wisdom of the ancients became mine
and all that I wished to know became clear.
Ceasing resisting, I chose to align
with love thereby exhuming narrow fear
but for God’s touch, I continued to pine,
although His presence always seemed so near.
I remained transfixed thus by day and night,
until I beheld God as living light.
27-February-2023
Exhuming dreams buried in time,
you are in constant denial.
And concealing your misery,
truth hides behind a plastic smile.
Forged upon empty promises;
delusion warps reality.
And you're lost in a fantasy;
where hurt's a matter of degree.
Flattery's lies confuse your heart:
for they are never what they seem.
And as your doubts gather in strength,
Hope can't suppress a silent scream.
Anxieties accumulate;
morphing into a restless night.
For scraps of love are not enough
to satisfy your appetite.
The years flow like the sands of time;
to where disappointment awaits.
And donning a mask of fake smiles,
Hope diminishes, while Death baits.