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I have vague memories of
Hiding behind my mothers legs
Glued to her side
Clinging to the security of her touch
Doe-eyed little girl
Far too scared to say her name
Gazing up at the infinities that lied beyond her concrete walls
Seeing the world through the eyes of others
Whom she let guide her every move
Timid child
With trembling digits
Teary-eyed, looking past opportunities
Too scared to even know who she is
Insecure girl
Her heart filled with melodies
Her mind filled with words
Locked away by her shyness
Never to be seen.
She looked up at her surroundings
At people, beauty, life
Pondering upon the world from below the surface
Never fully experiencing anything.
What happened to her?
Where is she now?
She is but another memory buried deep within me
For that little girl who looked up at what she would never amount to,
Now looks down on the person she has become
The engine.
Black smooth and ornate
Eons in its design.
Hell glows at its heart
Gears grind, turning into the void; sublime.
Darkness hunts,
Something drums...
Springs, Rings, Mechanical Parts.
Churn, Burn, turns...
They labor deep in the dark...
Onyx chrome sleek and full of mystery.
Eternal Engines deities.
Sparks fly, a roar deeply shakes...
The secret earth coil tightens.
Energy is loose...
Entangled minds,
That ponder and aspire.
Madness at matter.
All that is hidden
All that's desired.
Deep; unmoved soul
It waits and conspires.
Mysteries of the engines eons fold.
Dark, intricately carved by a divine hand.
A talented mechanical mind.
Humans with nothing to hold
Secrets of infinities coil...
A hand bleeds bold.
Of things humming in the dark...
With hell that is its heart
Crimson and amber bright
Aglow in the sacred night.
Buried deep within oblivion eons-long
Gears grind turning to the void, sublime.
Casting visions into the cold…
Creation marches to the song
Of spheres, as gods steer
engines blaze.
{THE DIVINE MIND}
Truth cannot be realized by one man's vision--
Nor by one man's perceptions
Scientist cannot tell you the truth
Religion won't tell you the truth,
It cannot for it is self-serving.
The truth is the beginning and the end--
A total sum of all your experiences.
These experiences that travel upon infinities timelines.
Can only be described by feelings and emotions;
Or Reach you through language:
Unless you are connected to my truth's-
Universally, or telepathically;
(as some of you are.)
You have only to identify with the feeling,
and not the object which
I am about describing, neither that which
I have eye-witnessed.
Faith in mankind is to believe what you tell me is true for you
Even though I have no concept of your visuals.
I must use my universal mind to connect to your universal mind.
My emotions are my receptors that connect my sensors to the core of the
"Great Divine Mind ".
To which all truth seekers and great minds are connected.
if you are plugged in we can realize each other.
Most humans like “not" having to think;
Thinking too highly makes them afraid of what they
might have to deduce, and conclude, as a new truth.!
Remember, when wise men become unplugged from wisdom
They leave us at the mercy idiots.!
{A conversation, inspired this note
between Albert Einstein and Tagore}
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Brilliant Child
He possessed a razor sharp mind
Slicing through problems
With a surgeon like precision
All the while dancing at the edge of sanity
One brilliant moment at a time
The blade of his brilliance
Flashed forward
Relativity speaking
Embraced by pop culture
Recognized, coveted for his mass appeal
Eyes piercing beyond the speed of light
He was born into and was a great mystery
Lining our minds, one question at a time
Curiosity's companion
Gravitational accomplice
Weighing infinities limitations
Searching the stars
Collecting what he lacked on earth
Content in his solitude
Personal grooming not of great concern
For he truly was incoruptably himself
His razor sharp mind
Chose not to cut his hair
The bittersweet days of our spring love slowly slip away,
Like a silver river winding under the night sky,
They drift gently, like rose petals from a lost dream,
And I immerse myself in the memory of nights when we burned with stars in our hearts,
The sky spun in a hypnotic dance, we, two infinities lost in light and shadow.
Our sweet love, like an unforgettable spell, fades on the wings of time,
Like a candle in the cold autumn wind, before the leaves fall,
The green fades into the golden sunset, our hands clasped tightly,
As if in a final prayer, our souls creak, break,
Like life on the roadside under the rolling sun.
We are, who we are, two pilgrims in search of meaning,
Passing through days that melt like Dali's clocks,
Through nights when the moon watches over us with sad eyes,
We wonder if our love, like a magical ritual, will survive
The approaching autumn with heavy steps, if we will remain the same or become shadows.
Oh, our days, like good years, slide past us,
We wake up on an October morning, with golden leaves underfoot,
Tired hearts, but still full of the burnt stars of May nights,
We look into each other's eyes, we recognize ourselves in the silence between us,
Like two twin souls finding each other in a parallel universe.
Where our love knows no end, only a transformation,
Into another form of eternity, perhaps, one day,
When the sun sets for the last time and time itself ceases to exist,
We will understand that our love, like a melancholic spell, was always there,
In every heartbeat, in every whisper lost in the wind.
We are, and always have been, what we are: two wandering souls,
Caught in the eternal dance of love and life,
Two shadows of our lost dreams, transformed into light,
In a universe where our love knows no end.
We are who we are, and we will always find each other,
In the infinite dance of love, under the eternal sky of our memories.
Victorious and Just, Thus in thy Sword of Spirit I Trust
by Shield and Helmet, I AM REXIMUS MAXIMUS
forged through the Flames this soul is wrought
Unbought, Uncaged, by the Fire I Rise Up
treading the Valleys towards Higher Ground
In Noble Steeds, Noble Ideals and Noble Crowns
No Fetter Unchecked, the Jives Vibe to Holy Sounds
by Great Infinities, in Great Divinity, to the Solars Unbound
where the Trumpets Rumble through the Gates and Pillars and Palisades
comes the Mountain Lions, Desert Paladins, and New Age Crusades
towards Glory Days and High Ways, in Maximum Faith
first Inburst, second Outburst, finally Upward by the Sacred Flame
where Diadems are claimed for those Chosen, Golden, Sentinels
Comes Nigh, Upright, we Fly High like Generals
turning the Golden Page where the Golden Scrolls Illuminate
and the Great Way comes forth to Scintillate,
to the Stars and Beyond in Philosophic Ways
to claim the Emerald Stone that Forever Coruscates,
and the Heavens Awaken like Ancient Days
to what the Soul has Forgotten, and Thus the Blade Reclaims
Ever-Onward, beyond the Iron and Bronze
like Saint Sae'm towards Gilded Songs,
songs that Touch and Ignite the Fires Within
and Erupt to what No Man Can Touch, to what No Man can Claim
and so, Not By The Lesser, but by The Greater We Must
to reach the Precipice, of the Best Of Us, I AM REXIMUS MAXIMUS
When love wraps around you like a rain of falling stars,
The world melts into a story of liquid amber,
That gaze, a window to unseen infinities,
Where I become the shadow dancing on the edge of time.
The thorns, crystal spiders, weave the silk of an embrace,
The fire transforms into a rainbow of embers, living warmth,
A sanctuary in the chill of the night born from darkness,
There, I lose and recreate myself with every moment.
Passersby, waves of wind, call him mad, the one who smiles,
But he, a dreamer of the world, listens to a single whispered name,
Words floating like an echo of stellar longing,
A music of spheres entwined in eternal mystery.
Love, a golden butterfly, frees the soul from its cocoon,
Binds it in the beats of a heart, a blood-red moon,
Life becomes a symphony of pulsing comets,
In the rhythm of a sky dancing in spirals of dreams.
Standing at the world’s edge, asking the deep silence,
Is this madness or the beginning of a new galaxy of understanding?
In love’s tumult, I rediscover the shape of my destiny,
And the story flows like a river of light, without end.
Beating euphoria
in its dense mass,
energising to
overcome
cocooning
in the rubble
of remininse,
swallowing gumdrops
that grow bones,
while brokering deals
with a devil
and in a grotto
spinning the prism,
watching
as a kaleidoscope
of life,
glimmers by,
silent pictures
illuminated and
reflected from time,
strafe the walls
While drawing a line
between all pleasures
and agonies,
now run
out of thought,
as dogs of a devil,
snap at coat tails
Centering all belief
on one partical of god,
and released willingly,
this supplication
consuming
every molecule,
of fear
Flowing to believe
on a steepe,
mere heartbeats
into all infinities,
within the now
a knowing
(Inspired by 'Indigo Night' by Thomas W Case)
A thousand thousand stars pierce the indigo night,
but no moon mars the canvas, or lightens velvet strokes.
Half-hearted waves slap at shoreline rocks, like tepid applause.
If the sky is darkest blue, the ocean is a still-darker green.
The harbor suggests a freedom, outside the breakwater
as if the choppy ocean were a highway to the sky.
Tomorrow's deadlines fade, in the face of infinities.
The harbor is quiet, like a restless animal that's sleeping.
No skiffs tack for the harbor's mouth, no fishermen juggle lines.
The sea is a jagged, broken and twinkling mirror for the stars.
A thousand thousand dreams will be launched, this deep indigo tonight,
some will store, in memory's hold, others will be lost, like shipwrecks.
No line divides where sky and water fold, where endless deeps meet.
Time's arrow seems stilled by the cold and the gentle darkness.
But dawn will come, soon enough, and with that blush, cares ignite,
duties' call, and the stars will hide their light in greater glares.
For now, we'll walk the shoreline, our small voices like seagull calls,
enjoying celestial light, the indigo night, out beyond all earthly cares.
The bodies have begun to pile
the stench of death grips the air,
no more can innocence find shelter
as the structure of humanities wall
Crumble into chaos
Nations strike the heart of the East
Boom ! Again and again and again,
still corpses pile up rotting in streets
as peace finds herself slipping away
Piece by bloody peace
Strangers weep for sisters and brothers
a bond not of blood, but unified grief,
we seek to find reason in a maelstrom
we search soul less eyes for compassion
finding only empty vessels
Hardened by a retoric of brainwashed lies
they've become monsters of suicide
the boogie man under the bed but now
hes sighting the streets in plain view,
She or He ? But WHO ?
Fear has found a home in innocent hearts
children of the night gather trembling,
Knowing not where the next bullet
or bomb or missile will finally strike home
Stealing infinities breathe
I dream of listless easy days
when nightmares came only to dream,
and a light of the purest innocence
rests unsullied on the heart humanity
Hate is breed into humanity
Its time to replace those genes