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Employing imagination
As valid affirmation
A wish granted before uttered
Flower petals upon our path scattered
We visualise the Kundalini like lightning
Not frightening but benign & enlivening
Shakti recognising 12 finger space geometry
Jumping chakra to chakra in instant connectivity
Root to navel to heart to throat to third eye to crown
Lightning fast jumps never looking down
Free of fear or desire or doubt or hesitation
Devoid of any ego borne precipitation
Hark!
Are we ready to leap in the dark?
Footnote for theoreticians
The interpretation thus in the scripture
The Sacral chakra does not feature
Jumping straight from the Muladhara
To the fiery Manipura
29-August-2020
(alter knit lee tie tilled -
Field Day For A Nihilist).
Hunger for knowledge vis avis car ear ring
(and car rue ming) cerebrum formulated,
integrated, promulgated personal perception
to the point of no return, and inadvertently
brought to fruition basic, dogmatic, enigmatic,
fatalistic heuristic life lessons. The fabulist,
dualistic capacity averred viz Zoroastrianism
figuratively pitched this contemplative,
furtive, intuitive literate organic, realistic,
universalistic, wanderer yearning instinctive
modalities metamorphosing this quizzically
opportunistic, philosophically naturalistic,
officially matt tea real list tic, and sometime
prophesying prognosticating probing outlier.
As a nonestablishmentarian libertarian, joy
riding heretic, feasting dishabille bum, I
contemplated the capacity qua Duality
of human being to co-exist inside the
labyrinth of mental learning. Quite often
reconciliation between the angel of come
passion stood opposite intent (with
minimal effort to foment) malicious
intent toward evil. This constant tug
of war (within depths of psyche) perched
psychological state upon precarious pivot.
Balance between righteousness verses
barb bar rick ken of villainy engendered
warp and woof of noble might undermined
via ignoble, infamous injudicious threnody
thru the countless millennia, when many
an outstanding wizard served as a prime
mover and shaker to boost betterment
of so called civilized state with the bane
of anarchy, disintegration, gallimaufry
always in the vanguard. Manifold milieus,
which witnessed civilization rise and
fall became bereft of equilibrium be
tween forces of growth and decay.
The feature of intransigence (as a
free roaming derelict agent) and
dominant characteristic
of contemporary society.
Just like her husband Adam
Eve was perfect at the start.
Pure, whole, untainted in
Body, mind, soul and heart.
So how is it that a woman
With a perfect brain
Did not think to question
What seems to us insane?
After all, if an animal
Approached you to contradict God,
Would that not strike you
As something quite odd?
Today it takes time
And observation
To understand the
Animal creation.
But I sit back sometimes
And wonder if a feature
Of a perfect mind is the ability
To communicate with creatures...
For Eve openly confessed
"the serpent deceived me"
So is it too wild to suggest
This possibility?
Even centuries later
Paul acknowledged this confessor.
"The woman was thoroughly deceived
and became a transgressor"
From the beginning
To the present tense
So much has happened
That makes little sense!
But how amazing would it be
If the likes of you and me
Could connect with the animal kingdom
More openly, more free?!
[Genesis 3:13; 1Timothy 2:14]
The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket.
Only the sound similar to a ranket*
The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen.
The air not foetid but fresh and clean.
And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.
Sitting in the snow, my mind void of thought.
Blocking the clarity, I so desperately sought.
Enraptured by a numbness circling my soul.
Seeking solace most peaceful and whole.
And I felt a chill from the loss forever of my Bill.
Enjoying the loneness, no wish for chatting.
Glancing I saw a large wolf come pitter patting.
I felt a hot breath behind my head.
Its eyes piercing, though I did not dread.
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
Without thinking I asked the creature.
It stared at me with a chiseled facial feature.
Why are you here, what purpose do you fulfil?
Again, I asked, are you here to remind me of Bill?
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
My dear Bill’s emblem was a wolf, a large tattoo.
Not a man saved all drowned captain and his crew.
Dear Bill working on that ill-fated ship lost at sea.
We had plans, Bill and I, he was going to marry me.
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
I could not fathom why the wolf was here.
I spoke harshly to the beast without any fear.
Wolf what are you doing encroaching my space?
The wolf answered, gave me a blank face.
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
Where do you emerge from canine ghost?
Are you evil, should I dread you most?
Who sent you to unsettle me and joust my mind?
You speak of my dear Bill, do you mean unkind?
I felt a chill. Said the wolf "forever with your Bill"
Again, I demanded an answer from the beast.
Surely that was what I could expect at the least.
The wolf did not answer, it just walked away.
That is the last I have seen of it, to this very day.
And I felt a chill from the loss of my Bill.
Sue had been so proud of her curvaceous figure and considered her pert breasts were her outstanding feature. Sadly, breast cancer runs in her family and now she too had fallen victim to this cruel disease.
both breasts are removed
mastectomy surgery
hot tears start to fall
Chemotherapy sessions take its toll on her entire body, with constant sickness she feels so exhausted. Her weight plummets and her clothes hang from her frail frame.
her crowning glory
lost with each stroke of the brush …
golden tresses fall
Twelve months later Sue receives the news she had been dreaming of … she is finally in remission. Reconstruction surgery has been scheduled and soon she hopes to look and feel like a woman again. Her weight is back to normal and glamourous wigs cover her wispy hair.
in sickness and health
their marriage vows hit home hard
husband at her side
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with whispers she makes shadows all hold hands
the West wind turns it's back at her command.
With one cold glance the daisies lose their leaves
she holds nature in her thrall, she believes.
Making potions in a jar to made-up tunes,
telling fortunes using Lego bricks for runes.
Poppy says she's had the gift since she was ten,
Mum hopes she'll grow out of it, who knows when.
With crystals, string, a map and twigs for rods
she finds lost things, assisted by the Gods.
A hair grip that she wore when she was three
and a boiled sweet down the back of the settee.
Buoyed by this success, she moved out to the fields
to see what her divining skills could yield.
Dry leaves sighed with every step she made,
the rods directing Poppy through the glade
when a hand took hold her ankle from the ground
from something that did not want to be found.
Faded posters on the lamp posts now replaced
with another set that feature Poppy's face.
Two missing girls, the same town, in five years,
children play behind locked gates amidst their fears
'till father time puts all of this behind them, but
Lucy says she has a gift-
and she can find them.
"listen..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Film9G_4_U8&feature=player_embedded
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Darling
my notes again
left scattered
upon the wind
with your name
on every one
became waving
streams of sun
shining dreams
my heart undone
and i watched…
while your name
became
flowers growing
under the moon
springing forth
into midnight dew
shimmers of gold
silver and blue
Natures bow
before the rain
it took just one
glance to know
and a fire became
from a waters flow
a sense with ease
creating breeze
dripping life
onto rooted trees
the embers
began to fall…....
a storm grew
a pulse became
the sound of true
and stars danced
within planets too
a timely romance
creations brew
Nature knows
from where it comes
i watched as I
became your name
and then my eyes
became the rain
upon a soft grass
on a golden shore
innocent creatures
creation adores
and I was bound
by your vow
you became the sea
and not quite awake
i came to be
somehow
the gentle form
of energy
that rocks with you.
;)
foundations
are grounding
your name became
everything
a hot cherry dropped
onto cool solutions
and a steam rose
burning hot
as Love
Form:
~ Oh, maiden of light cracks the wispy air open ,
wandering around viscous spaces
like virgin shadow caressing the edge
of sleep… and the days stretch longer,
taller than guava trees dreamingly shedding
laces of northeast streams when
songbirds, orbits, and a pageant of flowers listen
to a single humming breeze… and when all else
is sprawled quiet, waterfalls marry her certain
lingering star straying on mouths of gentleness
past eons bound by nuptials in iridescent realms…
*O, ilaw, sa gabing malamig, wangis mo'y
bituin sa langit… O, tanglaw, sa gabing tahimik,
larawan mo, Neneng, nagbigay pasakit. Ay! *
Somehow ,curlicues drape a fragrant smoke
leaking out a folk sky; dancing in the mirror
of the mountain pool… a serenade weeps;
quivering, moaning along the inland pass that
someone said morning becomes electra,
that learning how to hear her blossom or
pearl stone unravels the very skin from
which it was born is allowing time to
shed her purity far beyond unknowing a
water’s need to keep still: the juice spills…
**Gising at magbangon sa pagkagupiling
sa pagkakatulog na lubhang mahimbing;
buksan ang bintana at ako'y dungawin,
nang mapagtanto mo ang tunay kong pagdaing. * *
Peeling new faces of time, shaping the width of
endless rhyme in sprays of endless mystery...
like so, a thousand times before and after,
twilight and daybreak entwine… oh,light elusive,
passing through calm eyes of young maiden’s season
is love’s way of coming back to itself. ~
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* O, light, in the cold night; you're like a star in the sky
O, light, in the quiet night, your picture, Neneng,
makes one ache…. Oh!
** Awake and arise from slumber,
from your sleep so deep.
Open your window and look out to me
So that you may understand my true lament.
~ this poem is inspired by a harana, a traditional Filipino serenade. The suitor
is accompanied by his friends who back him up both vocally.
At first, the woman's window is closed. The man calls out to her
and if she's interested, she'll open her window.
Singing harana originated during the Spanish
colonial period in the Philippines.~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYueJU0Ufws&feature=related
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For Debbie’s Bi-lingual Poetry by nette onclaud
May 12 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 6-8
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 6:10 The LORD therefore hath performed his word that he hath spoken: for I am risen up in the room of David my father, and am set on the throne of Israel, as the LORD promised, and have built the house for the name of the LORD God of Israel.
HEART THAT TRUSTS THE LORD WHO PERFORMS HIS WORD
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our diligence
Ever regarding our earnest obedience
While forgiving our confessed impudence and impatience
Every time we come to Him for His revival prevalence.
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our fervency
Ever upholding our faith’s persistency
While correcting our acknowledged laxity and leniency
Every time we come to Him for His mercy.
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our good work’s feature
Ever rewarding our service-gesture
While recompensing our sacrifice of submission-posture
Every time we labour through His strengthening nurture.
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our steadfastness
Ever blessing our prayerfulness
While attending to our fruitfulness along faithfulness
Every time we depend on Him for His helpfulness.
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our commitment
Ever equipping our ministry involvement
While enabling our dedication’s achievement
Every time we rely on Him for His empowerment.
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our fruit-bearing
Ever satisfying our productiveness’ rearing
While increasing our soulwinning harvest with love’s caring
Every time we beseech Him for His gearing.
Our heart trusts the Lord Who performs His Word toward our worship-delight
Ever propelling our church-engagement plight
While letting our spiritual growth level up to greater height
Every time we serve Him along His victory-might.
May 12, 2026
Title: "Alone (The Diss)"
Yo, you’re just a ghost in this love song, no cost—
Starving for attention like a broke man at a loss,
You’re texting like a siren, but your signals are lost—
I’m the storm, you’re the flicker, you’ll never hold me, kid.
Your “slow night” is a joke, I’m out here resettin’,
Sippin’ on success while you’re still overspending—
You’re a whisper behind a door, I’m the kick-in’ it—
“Get to know you”? Nah, I’d rather just quit it.
(Hook: Pop Swagger)
How do you get me alone?
You’re the ghost, I’m the throne—
Pop the tag, but I own this zone,
You’re the night, I’m the dawn…
You’re a landline, dead line, stuck in the past—
I’m the Wi-Fi, the future, you’re just a crash.
Your love’s a bad mixtape, I’m the platinum press—
Now beg for a feature? Girl, that’s a waste.
(Hook: Pop Swagger)
How do you get me alone?
You’re the ghost, I’m the throne—
Pop the tag, but I own this zone,
You’re the night, I’m the dawn…
[Outro Zinger]
Now check your texts—still no ring, no reply—
Guess you’ll rot in your “alone,” kid. I’m gone.
Style Notes: Combines Mac Miller’s smooth wit with battle rap ferocity, using tech metaphors and flipped hooks for that "All Year" pop swagger. The diss pivots from pity to power, turning vulnerability into a punchline.