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Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?
With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.
Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?
With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.
Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?
With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.
Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..
Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.
In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..
Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.
During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..
Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.
Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
July 31, 2018
*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*
people think i am lost in the essence of time
the machine in which i live makes the world change emotive colors
there are some who think that i left my smile in the bed with my personality
i am lost in a space where i sprayed febreze to aerate my comfort zone
then my left hand is observed by all the judges that study me
my left hand begins to twitch, but i remain calm and medicate myself with daydreams
within said daydreams, the beautification of being lost for the purpose of sanity maintenance awakens me
then here i am in this dumper dust reality again
there are those who believe i am invisible amongst the population of time
two cookie shakes later, i am on droopy mode when i simply reply....YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M HAPPY....
Why does the heart get all the credit for love?
By so-called affairs of the heart,
that most storied of organs is not unduly inconvenienced.
It beats,
now faster, now slower,
that is all, its task ever unvaried.
But the brain.
The brain is swarmed
by a scream of consciousness,
the amount of work that lands on its desk
swollen by an epidemic of incoming data
as body-wide receptors caffeinated by intimations of love
report frequent sightings of
unexampled beauty followed by euphoric contacts.
Every signal, real or illusory, is taken into custody and interrogated
to determine its authenticity or duplicity.
Every word is a code that needs to be deciphered with a
clear-eyed detachment it can no longer muster.
Every look is transferred to the left side
for facial-contextual-inferential analysis but often hijacked by the right
for the purpose of aesthetic appreciation.
Every scent is identified and catalogued with
a perfumer's olfactory precision.
There are hints to catch,
spats to be postmortemed,
crucial dates to be inoculated against amnesia,
preferences to be recorded, compared, grafted,
model answers to catch-22 questions drafted,
declarations of adoring allegiance crafted.
The subject’s mind is apparently required to be read,
two sets of past, present, future to be crossbred,
blindness to other females pled.
There are virtues to exaggerate to divine proportions,
flaws to modify to virtues with willful distortions,
desires to mollify by counseling patience,
thoughts to be felt,
feelings to be thought,
vertigo to be fought.
Still the to-do list grows,
the repairing of an attention that no longer spans,
the mistaking of what happens to millions of others daily
as a unique personal miracle,
the confusing of being loved with being special,
the projecting of an untested passion into an eternity,
the steadying of feet that has taken to walking on air,
the murdering of ballads meant to be trilled,
and the admonishing
of that nonchalantly speeding heart
to be still.
The air is filled with love and peace
There is no darkness or sadness or grief
There is no need for worry – no police
The heart isn’t heavy – souls feel such relief
The light in the heavens shines like the sun
Pouring out joy that covers every thought
The celebration in heaven has only just begun
Hearts are excited, glowing brilliant as they ought
There is an elation in the spirit as it trembles
Remembering the birth that brought souls to life
To live here in this place that God Himself assembles
Created by the One who made us all, without strife
The feelings are such a blessing, always tender
Filling souls with kindness, warmth and serenity
Finding ways to say, “Merry Christmas” with splendor
Assuring lives they will always live in sweet amenity
The mind remembers all the Christmas’ spent on earth
Feels a twinge of affection for those who are missing
But, then – is reassured by the hand of God, which is worth
More than millions or zillions – more than reminiscing
There is a freedom in this place beyond heaven’s gates
Assurance that love will always win – conquering even death
In this heavenly home, there are those who God creates
For the purpose of giving love that dances through each breath
The reason that heaven knows each one is worth so much
Is that Jesus Himself came to us – during Christmas dreams
Showing hearts and souls that He is still the light who will touch
Lives with a love that glows and shows He goes to extremes…
Like dying on a cross and rising again – saving the world
From this place of darkness, this nightmare – torment
Redeeming hearts so they can dance – being freely whirled
Away from the dark, into the light, where they’re always content
Christmas in heaven is alive with things like joy, hope and peace
But there is no doubt, His suffering is being displayed in the soul
As reminders of all He has given, all that He has been – let Him increase
So that everywhere, everyone can feel the love that makes us whole
This Christmas in heaven – I hope that the angels can see
The way that Jesus is adored and loved by those He set free
A very rich man, not the one who springs to mind
likes to leave behind as many children as he can
Clearly, it would be wrong to have an affair with so many women, almost immoral, where emotions disturb the proceedings, therefore, artificial insemination is used
The rich man is in a sterile room, masturbating into a tube, the result he hands to a flunky who carries the result into another room where the business is done, but sometimes things go wrong and he has to repeat, for this there is a stack of pornographic pictures he can look until he get an ******** suitable for the purpose
Sometimes a baby girl is born, which he accepts but would rather have boys; he aims to have thirty children and hopes there is no mishap generations ago giving him a child of the wrong race. Should this happen, he will not despair, but happily point out he is not a racist
The Capitulation of the Guardian
Surrender to our fate
Empathy selling me fear crying causing me misery
Is it poison that caught my eye today
Can't I live without floating on a boat in the sea
Diamonds are forever made in the acceptance and free speech
The tear in the fabric of life nowhere to be found
This lonesome town gonna get you down
For the purpose of more than one chair
Is they're More and More in life than this cartoon
The access of drugs without it being a total drag
Opening doors to different parts of my mind
If we could learn to get beyond the insecurities of life.
Too be a finisher of this project called Earth.
Back to the machine
To the Galaxies and different Universes something never seen before
The knowledge to gain the birth of our brain
We people will screw up just like we know it'll rain
Back to the machine
We can save this planet and be what we were born for
More than procreate but less than gods who sit to judge
Do not disturb the message from above
You can knock but you can't come in
Our Rivers flow blood to our heart
The last grip we have and a damn
Good place to start
But stay back from the machine
I now walk my pace
For it is surprisingly my master ace
I don’t rush myself to fatigue
I now reckon whatever is out of my league
I don’t slow down to accommodate
Lest I’m doomed to suffer obvious fate
But that my journey be for a reason
And that my arrival be in season
I cease to be anyone
I seek to be someone
A solitary kind for the purpose of God’s Will
Graced with particular favor and skill
If ever I tread a course not trodden before
I lean on God’s wisdom to open every door
Then I will not look and envy another man’s work
That I may work my work and make my mark
Of all men who became at birth
Few are remembered that walked the earth
For many are lured by the world
Upright men twisted, bent and curled
Forming the deplorable sight we see
Chocked and intimidated from what could be
And that is why I must be me
As I also implore thee to be thee
K. Muitherero.
You can call me cautious, but I call it selective,
Friendliness is good, but personal is all about respective,
If I make an attempt, there's something about you,
That I know in my heart that is loving and true,
That your sincerity runs deep And I can see,
Past the outside worlds assumptions of what our image should be,
I don't care how you look from the outside view,
I don't base all I see on what you do,
I'm not saying that's not important but there's more,
Its all about intentions and what your doing it for,
Evil runs rampid throughout this world,
What looks beautiful can be deceptive, and can take your heart for a whirl,
I tread lightly, and I'll ask the Lord for discernment,
And even if I feel tricked, I'm meant to learn it,
It all comes together, and it all adds up,
Even when it seems hurtful, even when it gets rough,
And it's all for the purpose of his love at hand,
And sometimes I don't even have to understand,
But what I do understand is because he showed me,
And to live in his love completes the story.
We were made for more than just to live and let LIVE.
We were designed and engineered by a Grand Master.
As He gave Himself to us, so He wishes that we likewise GIVE.
Only eternity knows what lasting fruit that would yield and Foster.
I marvel at such who dares to withhold themselves and their GIFT.
Some never comprehend that their Master endowed them with a Trust.
They are entrusted with treasures for the purpose of enriching, to LIFT;
Not merely for creature comforts or to bequest to others for a family Fuss.
And I also marvel at those who are willing, at The Master's call, to give it ALL.
Some by behest of their Master become renowned and acknowledged Heroes.
It's enough to make many short ones feel like they are standing 10 feet TALL.
On the other hand, there are the no-name ones with minor scenes and Rolls.
These are special also, required to live in the shadows, but no less chosen.
080721PSCtest, A Brain Strand 4 To 14 Line Poetry Contest, Brain Strand
in the spring, when petals praise
within the song of grace who’ll amaze
beneath the silence of a gentle bud
there is a power, power in the blood
in the summer, when stories reveal
hope so sacred, sacred enough to heal
beyond the sun grows a life of wonder
singing exultation in the raging thunder
in the autumn, when leaves begin to weep
there is a promise of the light we can keep
between the glow of a morning mist
and the music that flows through our midst
in the winter, when all the bitter closes in
remember the music of a silence who’ll begin
telling the story of peace that never ends
promising the night to reveal the soul’s friend
in the seasons, when the song is composed
there is a serenity that is often exposed
inside the soul who hears the gentle voice
of One who saves by offering a choice
in the love that comes from knowing
real life is found in the blood that’s flowing
from a tree on calvary, where love lay bare
offering each of us the chance to say one prayer
a prayer of repentance, a prayer of hope
a prayer of love that means we can cope
a prayer that never fades beyond the heart
a prayer the remembers He gave us a new start
beneath the shadows that fell from that tree
there is a promise for you and me,
as we confront the sin that tries to defeat
we’re offered a love that will surely complete
beneath the shadows that we confront
we never need worry as we hunt
for the purpose He’s given our souls
as we’re reminded He always consoles
never look back, after taking His hand
He is the answer to the promised land
when you seek the love hidden in shadows
you’re met with the One who died and arose
never stop seeking the grace, hope and love
His is a music that keeps playing up above
as you sing this song and realize what’s worthwhile
you’ll know you’ve met the light no shadow can defile