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A vibratory epiphany,
I am All I see,
Vibrating at a frequency,
Uniquely tailored to me,
Teaching all I need to know,
Helping me evolve and grow,
Understanding the shadow,
High and lows,
That's just how it goes,
Beginnings have to end you know,
A round and round you go,
Flowing sound floating around,
Grounded by an entity,
It's really just energy,
Feeling surging sensations,
Changes in vibration,
My mood changes stations,
As I store information,
In relation to how it works,
Finding the perks,
Tear jerking experiences,
Tearing at our innocence,
Fear lurking in the distance,
Just waiting for the chance,
The dance within the expanse,
Influencing every move,
If you find the groove,
You've found the right tune,
Soon to be singing along,
To a whole different song.
# oi KING Mandalay
Influence by the element of air,
You had me at love’s first stare.
Ruled by the element of your water,
Emotions no one can slaughter.
You call upon me like a charmer,
Awaken me out of my outer body armor.
A cobra memorized by your romance,
With a trance of my belly snake dance,
I love your built confidence,
Flirtatiously lost in a hypnotic trance.
Sending a kiss to your sensitive toy,
One day you will be my silly boy.
Your dots fill up my sensual desire,
My passion adds burn to your fire.
I will add water to your thirst.
Motivate me; energize me, until I burst.
While the moon changes your mood,
Your key turns on my womanly jewels of nude.
All my emotions are out of control,
You roll me with the sweet dice of your soul.
A deep erotic ritual to feed the need.
Wanting more arousing the power of my greed.
I will aimlessly satisfy your pleasure of lust,
A loving environment absorbing the devils exotic dust.
Symbolizing our emotions and likes on the same level,
Your Cancer sign comes all twisted like a Tasmania devil.
Influencing the justice with my right hand muffet,
My Libra sign set on two strings like a puppet.
I will shove the love in to everything we speak of,
Secure my bloom with the wings of a dove.
Spoil me with your pride, and charisma of your heart,
Fantasize the beauty of the nature of our art.
Longing your slight touch with a hint of aggressive,
Around you I bury myself in the world of imaginative.
Your sign and element your gift thrives on me.
I exchange the feelings only you see.
Observe me; connect me, until you got my balance,
Have me, love me, and give me all your romance.
All though your ego gets in the way of truth.
My sweet love;-) you are still the one I choose.
By: P.D.
What is to be expected? Mr Trump finally was elected.'
Before was Biden.' Yet there were forces behind him
Holding gold? And other riches.' Influencing this world
By almost un-seen stiches.' Garnering power destroying
So much reveling and disporting.' Deploying much lust'
Of world the apperatus, the opperating machine just how
Much did they own? Seventy percent? Or thirty? Unknown
Or so it seems.' Yet they could give a racehorse as a gift
I would guess a dozen yachts, small armies of influence
You get my drift? On whats what? So would they go easy?
Into an unfriendly night.' Or would they hold onto their levers of might.? Might they not consider? We shall appear
To do less.? And any in power we'll hand some real stress
Along with an advisory' on just how much they can do.!
To instill a charade of difference.? Just a thought now mind
You!!)
Garnering a generous measure of goodwill
Influencing worldwide compassion
Verily extolling love,
Inspiring hope and trust
Nonviolence and brotherhood, and
Glorifying the Blessed Spirits.
Gratitude and thankfulness when
Offered by a contented heart
Dedicating one’s life for the betterment, and
Longing for camaraderie among fellowmen
Yearning to find joy in a happier, simpler life.
Gone then will be hate, lies and transgression
Restoring faith again in mankind,
A flickering flame in this dark world
Corrupted by greed and mistrust
Enlightening the pathway to deliverance.
~05/15/21
~Contest: Giving Godly Grace
~Sponsor: Regina McIntosh.
Flip, Flip
I hear nothing but the sound of turning pages
That much too familiar fragrance
of old, yellowed papers
See nothing but marvels, hidden within sheets..
Sheets filled with ink that once dripped from gifted minds.
Tears fall on influencing words;
Legs go numb standing for hours..
Eyes bore into tales of fantasy,
longing to be pulled into them.
I go places,
Places the fastest legs cannot reach..
Places the sharpest eyes cannot seek
Wizards, Heroes, Giants and Dragons dance around in my mind,
Creatures for childhood companions.
Shelves are filled with ancient treasures,
A treat for readers..
Never contented -
As they say - I was born with a reading list I will never finish…
I am at the library...
I am at home.
My mother challenged me to write this without using the word ‘books’
It wasn’t for a lack of effort on my part.
I caressed the sadness inside her heart
I knew of the bleeding from the very start
Influencing my actions and every remark
I saw a girl, I’d seen before
I felt the pain, as it aroused my sore
I was that girl, in a lost world
Long ago, when I washed ashore
How could I begin to explain
My weathered shell had more than changed
Sadness, over time, had me rearranged
I didn’t resemble this girl. Myself, I claimed
I shook this overwhelming feeling
Of being her light, and with knowledge, healing
It occurred to me, that she must be willing
To believe the story that I was spilling
But how would she know, if she couldn’t see
How could she accept it, coming from me
Outward appearance forms a strong belief
It lays the foundation for what you perceive
Completely embarrassed, I humbly sighed
I could see the confusion as soon as I tried
Because the girl I knew, has long since died
All that remains is on the inside
And I fear, that despite my efforts
She still walked away
Devastatingly unaware of her beauty
The bogeyman exists, influencing lives
through bigotry, hate, and violence.
In pursuit of promised happiness,
we often say and do illogical things.
Sometimes, the building blocks of trust
are laid upon weak, moral grounds.
And relationships are in jeopardy;
when we fail to communicate truthfully
with each other.
Time is neither good nor bad;
it's a constant current
of precious moments and heartaches,
memories formed with equal determination.
Lust accomplishes the role assigned to it;
but lacks the spontaneous heat required
to ignite love's eternal flame.
And so, it is two-dimensional,
satisfying urges and longings;
but lacking emotional depth.
Our hearts get tethered to feelings,
yet we often find ourselves
trespassing on the feelings of others;
with self-proclaimed justification.
For given the opportunity,
hate, festering within the human heart,
will flare up;
and consume us from our insides
like a cancer: for that is what it is.
Birth in a world of drama, fear, chaos, and confusion
Which dominates the masses to cast a sickly illusion
Looking pass, beneath, between, beyond and above
Deciphering the codes of life that left out pure love
Seers see it all; its not about gifted to see the the future
Seeing through the veil what I labeled the matrix suture
What is this thing called a planet, the world, or earth
Disagreements over if its flat, round or what its worth
Are we here to love, learn or created as slaves for all trades
Fights over culture and race, purposely created in all shades
Hermits seek truths; its not only about a loner or solitude
Receiving answers from the Source with depth and magnitude
Labyrinth of life can be painful, spiritual, comical, and stillness
Teaches wisdom, strength, balance, courage, and wholeness
It can also be played as a deceitful, shady, and backstabbing game
To those chose money over growth in exchange for fortune and fame
When you have no soul growth your fortune from fame can be snatched
Trusting and grouping with rouge type people being codependent or attached
Here to learn about the soul with no honest transparent mentors
Most switched focus on the financial game and profiting centers
Those choose to slave for lifestyle, pride, monies and status
Waking up to be trendy influencing false hope, attitude callous
There are some who give transparent truth for faith and hope
Encouraging their followers not to give up and get help to cope
A lot of division has been casted through several forms of envy and hate
I take a personal responsibility to speak and teach unity; its not too late
I ask those who read this to take part, play a role to speak up and out
No matter how small the action is, it matters without shadow of a doubt
I will continue to speak, teach, express love for myself as well for others
My journey was worth the healing and lessons was to help those who suffers.
Aware of Captain America's fame
I commend its creator for great aim
Exposing virtues, surpassing grand name
Such as having good character to claim.
Worthy of emulation, though fiction
Captain America’s strong conviction
On what is proper against wrong action
Prevails toward righteousness-propped function.
Along effective leadership terrain
Captain America persists midst pain
Influencing with integrity’s gain
For positive transformation to reign.
Midst endowed heroic tenacity
Captain America’s humanity
Maximized granted opportunity
To fulfill well every task and duty.
With these lessons learned via virtual ways
I praise God, my Creator of truth-brace
Christ, my Captain --- enabling service-grace
Triumphing over pride along faith’s race.*
*Hebrews 12:1-2 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith…
June 2, 2022
3rd place, "Captain America" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 6/5/2022.
ravens croak
applauding twilight
larks churr
saluting sunrise
a last dance over
an inverted verge.
a perpetual encounter
the last mesh of murk
against gleams of glow
held in abeyance,
opposites wrangling
like birth and demise
asking intricate questions
preserve or discharge
uncertain anxieties
ravens claim temporal flesh,
their ravenousness relished,
dominant despotism
it seems.
yet our lark’s song resonates
stirring our species
influencing our intimate impressions,
channelling subconsciously
our choice
around that inverted verge
eternally guarding us