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The sun is setting
As she prepares her for evening
After dusk dinner with her lover in gardens over there
Basket of love all wrapped with love and flair
She sets down the cutlery
Pours two glasses of red wine
A dozen roses she places on the tombstone
Candles flicker surrounding the grave
She clinks glasses, too you my love
I smile meekly, taking a sip
She whispers how she misses me so
She gently caresses me and sings our song
The moon is out, so full and bright
We dance entwined, both past and present held tight
She seductively sways, in the candle lit night
A lone tears appears upon her cheek
I am silent, intimately studying her face of sadness
She knows I love her, even from below
The wind and the sky both tell her so
Her tear stained scarf falls right where I lie
I smell her perfume, her passions my soul keeps
The night becomes chilly, for our tears so weep
She lays down beside me, holding me in stone
She whispers you shall never be alone
Before sunrise, up she is her basket packed to go
She places one black rose upon me as the clouds part way
She returns to her reality and me to my grave
Turning round she speaks these words
You can never leave me
You can never go
You are always beside my heart
For I love you so
In the morning sun
The grave keeper is mending and pruning things just right
As he walks over me, I am startled a wee bit with fright
You see I had a dream just this last of nights
That a lover came to whisper devotions and hold me tight
There was no woman, no lover, no visitor to my enclave
For even the dead and soulless, have dreams from underneath
My hell on earth is to be buried right here in earthy toils
Knowing no lover will place a flower at the foot of my grave
The wind blows
Leaves twirling up in the sky
The wind blows
A black rose falls upon my grave
God is not a building dedicated to one faith
that icon of a dead Christ that’s a myth that man makes…
Because men must define the unknown in stone a human façade or by words in a black book bound by dead flesh to govern the human race or enslave the human heart…
God is not your TV your priest your dollar marks God is not your evangelistic thieves crying for money or power built on the backs of the infirm the fragile of mind…
God does not milk the geriatric frail of body and heart God is not your soul but you are part of it, a divinity a degree of energy bound to all in a universal conscience God is…
Something you cannot understand but it sits beside you all the same God is the constant awareness of a universe living the grand I am
Unseen the Innermost reality you cannot define God outside the pages of a man made black book God is not humanity nor is it removed alone and aloof
It is between all there is and what will be or have been God is in the details god is the sublime or God is colorless in creation of all and nothing God is as simple…
As the grace of wind across this earths ragged face or as violent and as mysterious as the death of a neutron star God is with you and without burnt…
Offerings God is and is not good nor evil for that is human design God is just a thought in a vast mind of the cosmos or a simple electric spark…
More vast and complex or as simple as a human cell God is a black hole in deepest of space God is not an obelisk or engraved imagery nor a myth…
That man makes divinity creation is something you cannot understand but yet know intimately as the voice in your soul…
God is a simple
as the wind across
your human face
or as complex as eternity!
Now fly,
show off gossamer wings;
Blessed with hunger am I,
brave with weatherproof strings;
I aim for a bullseye;
Now write,
letters are alchemy;
Each reader can take flight,
learn you intimately;
My set glitches delight;
Ink flows
from deep inside the gut;
Inhibition will close;
Setting free classy smut,
I mix in clean cut prose;
Words scream;
Cognizant of my soul
they hijack a daydream;
With pen, paint, or charcoal
take it to the extreme;
Lines dance,
walls crumble to freestyle
celebrating a stance;
My stanzas run a mile,
I always take a chance;
You soar
so high when you give in;
I’ve crashed and hit the floor
and stood up forgiven;
I’ll write forevermore.
Heads Of Fish And State
Little old man in his eighties holds fish heads to his side
Gently nestled under the arm
Tightly wrapped in newspapers
They won’t last long under a sweltering sun
The gentle soul sits next to me on the park bench
My temporary home
Nurses swing around the park with carriages
Babies occupy them with their cries
I look keenly at the senior and his package
Now held closely on his lap
We both sit comfortably in my open parlor
As I ponder what mystery he is clinging to
I strike up a friendly conversation with the man
Lies fly from me as naturally as breathing
At once they hit the man like bullets
So many at a time to fill him up
My eyes start bulging in surprise
As lie after lie spray out, looking for a life or score to settle on
To thrill the elder gentleman, who in truth
Continues only thinking about fish head soup
What a lovely dinner is in his future
There is only confusion to be garnered from a stranger anyway
A young fool like me dressed like a hobo on the loose
I went on to teach this old crow a thing or two
I told him a well-kept secret in my life
King Chucklemiester, my best friend, is a head of state
The ruler of Persia, who cares for me like a brother
To my surprise the old fellow said, “Indeed!”
“I play Parcheesi with the king on Tuesdays.”
“I too know the Chucklemeister family intimately”
Pronouncing every syllable and consonant correctly and precise
Making my invented word his very own and history to be believed
He went home at that point slowly
With my Chucklemeister word in tow
Tossed it in the soup with heads of fish
I wonder what other heads of state are in that dish
“When I passed by you again and looked upon you,
indeed your time was the time of love; so I spread My wing over you and covered your nakedness. Yes, I swore an oath to you and entered into a covenant with you, and you became Mine,”
“As I looked, thrones were set in place, and the Ancient of Days took his seat. His clothing was as white as snow; the hair of his head was white like wool. His throne was flaming with fire, and
its wheels were all ablaze.”
“He will renew your life and sustain you in your old age. For your daughter-in-law, who loves you and who is better to you than seven sons, has given him birth.”
“For the Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who shows no partiality and accepts no bribes.”
“For this is what the high and exalted One says—he who lives forever, whose name is holy: ‘I live in a high and holy place, but also with the one who is contrite and lowly in spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.’”
Prayer
I worship You as My God because of Your almighty power. I magnify You as my Lord because of all You’ve done for me. I follow You as my Master because of Your wisdom and miracles. But I know You intimately because You are my Father.
My heavenly Father, hallowed be Your name in my thoughts, actions and service. Father, I love Your name. It cheers me when I am down. It gives me strength to serve when I am weak.
It guards me against evil when I’m tempted. Because I know You by Your name, I come calling You Father. Amen.
Jesus sends His gracious protection
To those who are lonely or hurting
He always gives the utmost affection
To those who have a need of converting
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Jesus sends His merciful forgiveness
To all those who repent with honesty
And hope to reach out and be a witness
To others who are in need of modesty
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Jesus sends His compassion and love
To those who feel so very insufferable
He gives kindness and glory from above
To those who feel the most vulnerable
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Jesus sends His guidance to the heart
Which tries to follow Him with obedience
Giving hope, faith and love at the start
To everyone who wants to see His radiance
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Jesus sends His comfort to the broken
With a sense of tenderness and acceptance
He gives words that were in the Bible spoken
Filling the heart with joy that is the exception
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Jesus sends His angels to watch over the spirit
Giving strength to those who are weak or frail
With encouragement He is always there to listen
Sending so much direction that we cannot fail
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Jesus sends His love on the wings of peace
Sharing His greatest gifts with true intimacy
There is no doubt that his love will not cease
It brings us wisdom to give our hearts intimately
Gliding through the night's darkest heart.
Racing at the edge of our understanding..
Real images die in fading shafts
of an on coming headlight.
Rushing headlong into Oblivion
Misty spirit's cling to every lamppost.
Reality is undefined...
Fading infinity.
Surreal landscape of ...
Strange patterns.
Dance the at the corners of my eyes.
Engulfing a city full of sparkling light.
Deep in wet gray vapor like some ancient demigod
Another world embraces it intimately.
Light breaks and fractures..
As it dapples through skeletal trees,
Rays of car headlights rush forward:
Reclaiming the real.
Moving definitely..
Homeward Bound..
I ride.
A silhouette is carved from refracted light...
A play of Shadows?
A dance of Ghosts?
or was it in my mind?
As I glide into the inner void;
At the zenith of a misty night.
Near the edge of my sight..
I race to the rim of nothingness.
I feel a creature of murky ink watching me...
Waiting in a crowed province; full of murky
Phantasm's... wanting...Something?
Clinging to my reflection.
Imagine
your segregated ego identity
becomes your primal sensory system
perennially aiming toward
0-Zone peak experiential integrity
Intimately aware
all humane physical
and verbal touchers
and metaphysical
nonverbal feelers
Win/Win voiced teachers
and polytheistic out-reachers
ecologically surrounded
by sacred, living
lovely Earth's health potential
for nurturing 1-Zone
environment-nurturing choices
Integral
polyculturally resilient
to more resonantly feel
multicultural health
and safer ego/ecosystemic wealth
1-EarthTribe/0-Ego co-binary
poly/mono-polistic
bicameral balance
toward Win/Win's strategic
global/local wise integrity
Polytheistically sacred living
potential for resonant co-empathic health
and resiliently co-investing
in restoring peace felt
and justice touched
EarthTribe environmental 1-healthy
and neuro-systemic win/win 0-safety
co-empathic intention
Intimate intelligence
not resonantly shared
becomes at risk
of defensive fetid dogma,
colonizing anger and fear potential
Or fades away
giving sway
to further win/lose trauma
Where win/win creolization
had actively hoped
to co-intelligently play.
You light the morning
With a sunrise
Sending joy
Into our lives
You light the night
With moonlight
Sending stars
To twinkle with life
You wake the seasons
With new life
Sending miracles
Born of faith
You whisper love
To the heart
With Jesus’ teachings
From His word
You send us everything
All mercy and grace
Feelings of tenderness
Beyond measure
You send love so sweet
We live in pure pleasure
Love that sends intimacy
To those who share the treasure
Of knowing you intimately
You breath life
Through your word
Reawaken hearts
Who have been hurt
You fight for the ones
Who demons pursue
Create a sense of joy
Where blindness withstood
You create a world
Where goodness lives
Despite all the hate
That the devil spins
You make it safe
To worship and praise
Your wonderous Son
The one who died
And rose again
Making us capable
Of living forever
9th march 2012, by: Sashi.Prabhu(zeauoxian)
~ LET'S DANCE! ~ Poetry Contest
Form:Dizain.
Dance, only with you, my sunshine,
Dance, our vigorous emotions within erupt and rise.
Dance, exuberantly and vivaciously to make you all mine.
Dance, diaphanous caress with my gossamer eyes,
Dance, intimately churn sweet love’s nectar to inside us sensationalize.
Dance, ecstatic desire to drive us to each other fondly insane,
Dance even in doubt’s pain I have only you to gain.
Dance, desire gushes out the fathoms of my heart to my yearning lips,
Dance, from my fervent emotions all impurities will drain,
Dance, Behold us hankering and seductively gyrating our hips…………