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With intention, I walk into the laundry room to get what was it now,
Let’s see, looking around ~ I know it will come to me somehow.
I’ll resolve this, so back to the kitchen, I carefully retrace my path,
It strikes me, I need some bleach, its like solving a problem in math.
Every morning I gather the newspaper and sit down to have a read,
Eagerly I open the paper, now where are the reading glasses I need.
After searching countertops, tables and finally deep inside my purse
I find my multi-coloured magnifying glasses as I give out a quiet curse.
I seem to be tired all the time but when I hit the bed I just can’t sleep,
Finally I drift off after a soothing bath, sipping hot milk and counting sheep.
No sooner I’m asleep when the pain becomes so intense, again I’m awake,
My hip hurts, my shoulder aches ~ oh someone shoot me for pity’s sake.
My conversations don’t include the word old any more because that’s me,
Feeling young but according to Denny’s I am a senior, in the upper category!
Caught in limbo with age, it seems somewhere between heaven and hell,
Pay full price for the bus and a movie, but I can eat for less at Taco Bell.
My knowledge and skills lose their relevance to my ever independent kids,
Along the way we’ve switched from teacher to student, we’ve changed grids.
Now retired I have time to walk and exercise but my joints limit the amount,
My metabolism has really changed, seems all food has a triple caloric count.
Are there benefits to being a senior, having to take drugs, I don’t condone,
Maybe being able to watch my family grow and mature with lives of their own
Because now, I am the storyteller, keeping the traditions of our family alive,
The elder who outlines what we stand for, guiding our history as we thrive.
Written July 28, 2012
For Nancy Jones’ contest
This is how life feels when you get to be my age
I grip the shifting sands, the drifting dirt.
I pull the earth and let fall through these rough fingers.
I pull the power of raw nature.
I feel the matter of all things, the push and pull as gravity wills.
I raise my right hand to the sovereign sun my flesh awash in its righteous energies, I feel the power of one.
I am but the neophyte on this fleeting raw rare ragged earth, feeling it rage through the depth of eternal space!
My head held in obedience of the natural order, the law of creation,
the rule of the land,
the opposite of chaos.
I see the ties that bind the links between and around humanity's hearts!
I feel the secrets of the Sacred and Profane…
the mechanization of magics n science,
the rhythm under the world and in-between.
I know the bindings of man to heaven and hell,
the void of oblivion,
the darkness’s outer reach.
In the great tower at the center of a busy city on a desolate plain, at the back of an airport Lounge, on a runaway train…
I feel the course of humanity. I teach the infidel and bless the passing of ragged souls on this fleeting earth, in this moment of breath caught in retracting oxygen…
…held suspended in the aftermath.
I see all embraced in the afterglow!
For I am a
Shaman
of many
and
on many earths.
I am the Hierophant
a divine moment, sublime.
Lines in lightning carved in stone?
Geoglyph, take form.
Mile behind the melee zone?
Keep the soldiers warm.
Bright beside the boreal pole?
Buildings in glass, shine.
Heaven and Hell, thy control!
Doom and Death, we dine!
Trickle, time? Riddle or rhyme?
Boxes, sheath the mime.
Dynamite, done on a dime?
Skidding in the slime...
Forlorn and forgotten?
Adventure, dare to seek?
Render red run rotten?
Ergo, the boneyard creak.
Sleek as tigers in the grass?
Dare not here to tread.
Linen round the looking-glass?
City of the dead!
Chlorophyll, do ye streaks leave?
Deceased child, bereave?
Gold, when absent, do they grieve?
Hone before you heave.
Believe what you want, scion.
Miracles abound.
Chess master, sac queen and pawn!
Flicker til you're found.
Round the vizier's chandelier?
Diamonds, sparkle grim.
Dinnertime! What do ye fear?
Crater, cone to rim...
Science seems to be a bad reliance
When it comes to religion...
And I do agree,
But the truth is
I don't like such division...
All I want to do is merge everything together
That way each of us will get along with each other.
Believe that everything becomes one,
Thus that thought creates a certain all knowing Person.
I can't see that everything does not have a special reason
To exist in this world...
The other secret I keep
Is that I don't care where I'll go,
After my life goes through the last row.
Heaven and Hell seem to be just a forceful spell,
If I were to go to Heaven,
I'm sure I'll be glad,
If I go to Hell,
I'll place myself under that spell
Thinking that at least I'll be with those I knew
Who had done as much wrong as I have.
Knowing that deep down I wouldn't mind,
But in deeper thought I don't want to live through?Such eternity of pain or happiness.
I rather much be reborn on Earth
And experience every emotion all over again and again.
Or die and become a ghost
Roaming across the land.
This world's different beliefs make everything confusing,
Hard to believe one thing
When there is one more fascinating thought after another.
Either way, I am glad to be with friends and shall wait to find out the truth
In the very end...
In the chambers dying salted wounds slowly weep
looking through the keyhole beholding darkness
touching cold chilling bites teeth
snarling growls within ache an animal of pain
Fingers of ice slither over one's soul
shivering the timbers feeling worthless
grabbing out gasping for light
clutching aimlessly at straws
A godless affliction inside
empty suffering cries wishing upon a star
believing on beauty on a cold dark night
growling murmurs within oneself
whispering in voices carried on the wind
Finding comfort in sadness
a fragile presence exists in an empty vessel
moonlight the host where shadows hover
clouding judgement hides the light of the sky
smiling through clouds haunted visions
creep inside shadows fears are realized
Distorted images dead mirror images
a chilling sacrifice of blood
gripping at the heart of beauty cries
a ghost suffering reaches out
strangely guarded in nightly whispers
clothed in grey rising out of the night
A reaper's knuckle echoes heavy
on chamber's door of mansion or mausoleum
knocking down the entrance to heaven and hell
a heart attacked fever rising chills subsiding
back and forth visions delirious
Running from a nightmare to capture a dream
holding hope in fingers of the imprisoned soul
once washed away in despair's tears
a stain of belief lingered
carried along on wings of the wind
Hidden in shadows waiting to whisper
painful voices masking truth cloaking beauty
hollow thoughts burn and scar
healing as time itself passes away
peaceful slumber now overtakes inner nightmares
Under lasting moonlight the stars keep promises
wishes granted as dreams come alive
dark clouds parting the pathway home
heaven's winds sail the vessel
rising upon crystal waves of white
fleeing the chains to freedom
turning silver key opening eternity's glow
clear light beautifully blinding
Written by: Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
When we were not old nor young
we tracked and hunted;
it never occurred to us
for what,
and it was good,
that we never caught up
with what we sought.
We the gatherers,
faithfully recording the momentous
as well as the inconsequential,
our straw words burned bright
until their own ash
extinguished the flames.
The racing pulse of our sundry passions
was never taken
and so we took much and yet more,
inventing perfect lovers
from heedless imperfections.
The years turn us around now;
we look back.
Tomorrow stretches away
upon a pathway
fashioned only for empty shoes
and it was good
that we were those reckless creators
of both heaven and hell,
good that we survived ourselves
day by day
and never thought to wonder how
or why.
Where are we now, I do not know
or how we came to be
a world of agony and pain
to feed the lust of few.
A hundred years of battles fought
with battle fodder slain
has only led to further wars
to glorify God's name.
I wonder if in death at last
when seeking promised land
if peace may fall on us at last
as led to understand?
Alas I fear that all the Gods
that in man's mind reside
will never find Utopia
while standing side by side.
Heaven and Hell and Purgatory
combine to form man’s way
and I suspect it matters not
in death this way will stay.
Like will always Like attract
in Life or Death or dream,
so maybe it is best to choose
the way that you should lean.
If Men and Gods could find a way
to stop inflicting pain
Eternity and Here and Now
would have a lot to gain!
Ivor G Davies
I stand on the steep precipice of The Unknown,
Clouds, yonder, like cotton blossoms, are sown and grown;
Hills, like gray ghosts of the dead, stand drab, dull and dim,
Where's heaven? Where's hell? Reply seems sublime grim-whim...!
Sky seems, somewhere white, somewhere blue, somewhere coal-black,
Bottomless cumulonimbus of clouds crack-pack;
Terrifying, horrifying, scenes bleak in peak,
Dream streams seem to flow like tears from eyes always leak...!
Some phantom seems crossing one steep from another,
Bridged with broken bamboo, surrounded by smother;
Secret-filled valleys loudly laugh - none knows what's there,
Hallows of heaven and hell-fires, fill the air...!
Dusk falls; gloom encircles; will I fall from the cliff?
Will angels hold me? Or devils clasp tight and stiff?
Will peace-filled heaven-home be my portion and cup?
Or from horror-hovering hell, will I soups sup?
Some thin, lean rays from the east, yet, is slightly seen,
If widens, this would surely, the gloominess clean;
Whatever beyond the horizons, will light-up,
My soul will soar with all souls; glowingly gleam-up...!
27 January 2022
SOLILOQUE
.................
Alone in the way; without seeing even a single way amongst thousand ways. But he could see a lamp where cobblers and emperors stand together, lamentably begging.
Some of them were not reluctant even to steal the iris of the God.
And their prayers turned out to be a question towards the God.
Went back.
Free from edifice.
Since then, never prayed.
One cannot worship the flowers of prayer with the thorn of appeal; cannot touch either.
Once, at an unforgettable time of loving experience, God asked me.
Is there anything to be appealed?
undoubtedly answered.
Nothing but love; to give and take.
This heart itself is notes of love and the offertory as well.
Songs of love by obliterating heaven and hell.
Wrap up my heart with your esteemed love.
Melt me down with your thermal love.
Try to make it back to where it is I came
Wading through life's it's always been the same
Life lead me this way
Lost for the day
Driving a road stuck between heaven and hell
Am I driving to fast I can't tell
But it's all in the game you choose
And it does matters if you win or loose
One way gets you so much pain
The other, you have just became another dark road stain
Living life isn't always as easy as it seems
Living and then losing all your dreams
The other you drive so hard and fast
But your racing memories from the past
Driving all night in the pouring rain
This life gives you so much strain
Racing back from where you came from
Trying hard to get you some
But love never comes for free
That's something some just cannot see
They take your heart then leave you crying alone in the rain
Leaving your heart filled with pain
Just to go racing off again.
Just taking her out for a spin
Again and again playing it close to the heart
Then losing it all just before the start
Win or lose
It's up to you to chose
I'm still driving along somewhere lost in the game
Will it ever be the same
Longing for a way back home
Doomed to always roam
Driving forever across that drifting sky
Taking a moment to sit and softly cry
before I go flying through
That eternal skyway
Then we are going along till the next day
Living so long along side this long winding road
Carrying your crimes heavy load
Paying for all the sins you made so long ago
Let's sit back and enjoy the show
And don't you know right on time , here comes the train
you just have to think now just who is to blame