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THE GIFT: REBIRTH
Oh God, my Dearest God...
clothed me fine
with your love divine
upon magma pits that hid me
Oh God, my Dearest God...
take me, save me... Save me!
My life gnarled
old like cathedral trunks
deep rooted under brown solid soil ground.
Branching trials somehow
coiled and pinned me down..
So as dark cyclopean sins fog me;
shuddering my peace and sane.
Oh God, my Dearest God
how calm, oh so calm, you came.
How quiet, oh so quiet you cared
How gently, oh so gently, You cushioned me
Lovingly, oh so lovingly, YOu rescued me.
Tumbling twixt to pillars of dawn and twilight
Oh God, my Dearest God
With You, threading mountain to mountain of woes,
lead me to harvest free
to orchard gifts of wisdom, hope and strength
even to crystal stairs of limitless amber wonder,
You let me experience to pursue these borders.
Oh God, my Dearest God...
With our partnered walk
icy drizzle of snowtalk
melted gradually...
Oh God, my Dearest God...
By siblings of smiles and golden gestures
You permitted me to have anew nurture.
Oh God, my Dearest God
allow me then to hymn a psalm
let it be a humble hum
of my gratitude to Your matchless charm.
Barefoot, oh God, I will come
baring all and bowing down.
I will deliver my soulful cry
that my aged misty life is gone
And that,
now
is a present rainbow valley of rebirth..
© O. E. Guillermo
10:21 pm
September 02, 2014
Sponsor Verlena S. Walker
Contest Name The Gift
Placed first.. :) to God be the glory..
Inspire by Biblical Verse:
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things passed away; behold, new things have come...
Personification of the Elements – 9-1-23
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The Elementals
Frigid currents gather stirring
Mists to rain hail in fists of fire and ice
From fractured magma stone eruptions
Crust and fire collide
In melted tornados
In hollows where minerals hitchhike
Into purple ruby hazes
Igneous bursts into fevered conundrums
Where four elementals convene
In cryptic crystals, intoxicated by emerald,
Fused laughing enigmas,
Shedding molten aqua teardrops,
Where fire and fury reside
Imprisoned in liquid stone,
Sparkling matrix thunders,
Compressed grit in animations
Of clear-cut brilliance
The Elementals speak
In captured eternal flames,
Water, stone and breath.
MOTIVATION
He smacked the desk in despair
Writer’s block a permanent feature in his limited world
Just the first sentence, not even a title yet
Words elusive, as if scared to appear on the page
And his own brain befuddled since his agent’s letter
That cancelled his contract for no apparent reason
Nor showing any sympathy or understanding
Of his plight, admitted and unchanged for months
But now, anger begins to bubble up like magma
Just the sort of trigger to resume this novel
Albeit the focus now has changed to be darker
A cold breath blows across his cowering senses
Waking them at last into stirring action
The words flow, not a trickle but fiercely gushing
Keys clattering, fingers now almost a blur
This new plot immodestly assumes a life of its own
Reaching down deep like solder in a metal’s crack
To begin a new scenario and even a new character
Emerging shirtless into the Queen’s bedroom
Desire clearly in evidence, first him then her
The script writes itself, as if in hot lead type
Setting new boundaries that are then broken
Until the King bursts in to see and sense that passion
That he so unable to command, initiate or to respond
Lends a ferocity to his reaction, drawing his dagger
That poses in lieu of any biology, however weak
Sheets are blood soaked, the realm in disarray
The King ushered away by concerned counsellors
Their advice for discretion of limited sustenance
The court hears rumours, quickly amplified
Mutterings and plots too easily overheard
Now the King is not present to greet visitors
Royalty from another land and a warring history
At this point, the writer takes a breath
Now sure of this novel’s working title
Scribbling it in old fashioned pen across the front page
Confident that this will change his fortunes
His agent may soon reverse his view and be convinced
But there is so much more now to be typed
What was a tall dam now may even break
Releasing ten thousand words and a haunting story
Is Love Enough?
Like Sand Colonies Parallel the Shores of the Sea
Sweet Flowers's Nectar Attracting the Honey Bee
Everything Seemingly Gravitates to this Love
Is love Bitter Sweet?
Standing In the Way Of Love's Trajectory
Wounded
Pierced By a Spelled Ritual Dagger
Bleeding Distress, Tears Of Rubies
What is the Aquarian New Moon Whispering to Me In Cool Breeze
Serenade Of Change, Acknowledging The Answers to My Petitions
Can Love Save Me?
The Dark Moon Melodic Amor Fati
This Love Remains So Mysterious and Unfolding...Blossoming
From the Furnace into Lake Magma
Purified Igneous Obsidian, Blemish Free
Ignite
Set Ablaze In Desire and Curiosity
Ashes of Stagnation and Charred Fears
Blown Away by The Breathe Of Dark Moon Mistress
Will Love Resuscitate Me?
She Sang....Amor Fati
Blinded
Obscured Visions, My Shadow Abandoned Me In The Shade
Blinded By Love's Blinding Light, Shattered Facades
Will Love Gift Me Sight? What Will I See?
Is Love The Wind The Eagle Intimately Depends
To Find Comfort In the Middle of the Storm
Tossed in the Tumultuous Tempo Of The Winds Of Change
Will Love Shelter Me?
The Dark Luna Mistress Winked Her Slanted Silvery Eye
and Sighed
Cool Notes Carried on Airy Wings of Change
Her Soothing Melody Casting Sincerity
Embrace Love With Gratitude, Fate and Hope Your Persistent Company
Embrace The Dark Night, Love Is All There is And Intended To Be.
Amor Fati.
Love finds its way from dead magma of my Soul
We giggle on our island with seemingly no enemies
I wonder if the Seven Sacred Pools are just an illusion
and waterfalls are tears of joy or ... sorrow.
This is a journey of a day for Gods
- we leave a place and get back in full circle.
You prove to me how weak I am in your emerald embrace
but do not look me in the eyes when searching for Our eternity.
Heavenly Earth - My Love - I ride alone although the car is full...
I do not trust these rainbows - I think they play tricks with my heart-
How can Purity regenerates from the coldness of Insanity
and still be eternally yours when I am just another passer-by?
Teralani - E Ku'u Aloha - it's time for me to go !
*
"A tearful nude with wings slapped by the sad beauty of her sunsets"
is missing here, today, at the burglarized Island's Art Gallery of Life...
for Syed's "Free Style"
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Skin bright,eyes shine brighter than the noon's ray.
A smile that gladdens the heart of a weary stranger,
And causes death to sigh in envy.
Shall I compare thee to the volcano?
The eyes of molten magma.
Piercing stare that melts the heart of the proudest man,
And the face that consumes one with awesome delight.
Shall I compare thee to the brightest star?
For your skin shines like the angel that you already are.
A face that causes the gloomy hell to shine bright,
And my stony heart,to leap in fiery delight.
What else shall I compare thee to?
For your beauty is greater than the diamonds too.
And your sunny face,
A testament of nature's ways.
Agate skies filled with cloud-swirls;
twisting, turning rivers of music dance above.
Below angry magma bubbles up a sea of madness.
Its chaotic belching disrupts all life.
Earth is full of dragons, all colors, shapes and sizes.
Slaying dragons is a waste when no one realizes
what they've done.
Perhaps we need those dragons more than we know.
Opposites are everywhere; yin and yang provide a balance.
Black and white, left and right,
love and hate, war and peace but,
blind humans see only one side.
One-sidedness is the great destroyer today.
A well-oiled Earth runs on diversity.
Cloud-swirls and angry belching magma are different cogs
working together.
Dragons are as necessary as everything else
and we must learn to teach instead of destroying them; to…
tame our dragons.
Earth needs color and sound to survive balanced chaos and harmonics ensure a smoothly running planet in a universe of well-oiled, celestial machines.
I am introspectively elucidating the concernment of tending to my inner garden and letting the soil of my soul rest, as it pertains to the echoes of transformation and tides of my becoming— searching for the moments I outgrew myself. Indeed self actualization must be sought through each era of one’s eternal voyage through the woods of self-return. In that vein I am carving a path through the wild, and thus I feed both wolves. The dark wolf who keeps me safe in the wilderness, the light wolf who keeps me from stagnation and maroonment in this liminal drift. Born of existential neurodivergence cast into in the Venetian magma pools of neurotypical calamity—both wolves tow the cosmic chariot of my entirety…
Radiant like the sun,
Like the depths of ocean.
Lies the Epicentre around the coldness of void and the warmth of magma.
If the momentum is too fast,if may go out of control like the consequences of present.
Too slow and the past will tie down the hope.
Bursts will occur at the right time,
To push the ball beyond the void of darkness,
In the chase of distant shiny star.
Cornered by the will of millions,
A step at a time,it may take decades
To move a step forward.
Narrow are the possibilities,of the error has occur in the past.
But not the lesson it teach.
If you fall,then fall like the debris.
Calmly accepting the dept of ocean everytime it falls.
The wonder will shine for millennia.
To those who supported it,will be trapped in shadow.
Reality is,no one cares.
Only for the pillars,it glow like the radiant Sun.
[Date of written:10-oct/2023]
Dances with eagles in skinny oxygen
Silence is regal, time is an abstract
I humbly look up, at your majestic existence
So still, so cold, so proud, but so much like me…
So timid in the slap of the Northern winds
So in love with love
So much shaken by earthquakes of Human Nature grinning in colliding
plateaus with deep faults.
In the blind of darkness I only have your secret, inner warmth
Lava of our Souls perforates geological barriers,
Layer after layer of memories of past lives…remember?
Our underwater games, the Raising above our Black Sea level
The playful puffs of steaming magma cooling off dreams into Reality…
I see dances of eagles shooed by a deafening propeller
I float in a basket above you: I AM THE QUEEN OF THE WORLD !!!
…and I can fly in the eternity and beyond!!!
You remain smiling coldly , nostalgically still, endlessly Majestic
As I become smaller, and smaller, and smaller
In a minuscule Black Hole where mountains become Gods
As I turn into a still, cold, and proud abstract
in the Rotunda of my childhood Gardens back home…
for John's Contest