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when we are invisible we sit in silence
in a mouldy fish moth garage
ash brick cement crumbles slow
wondering if we should eat our fingers
while they gorge on decadence
wrapped in celebration glitz
when fast they did not
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
a new Gaia is birthing
when we are invisible we listen to
falsetto laughter ripple table laden
gossip ~ a bouquet lies thirsty
rose petals leaking slow tears whilst
ash brick cement crumbles slow
recreated memories exaggerated
fly across congested kitchen space
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
a new Gaia is birthing
when we are invisible we walk
beach sand where friends picnic
they see us not though smiling
we cross their chequered blanket
to join in cheese merriment raucous
ash brick cement crumbles slow
our frequency can only bypass
obesity complaining about
sandy sandwiches tomatoed
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
a new Gaia is birthing
when we are invisible dark or light
matters not, neither gunpowder
or champagne allures, hunger
and satiation is not an experience
invisibility not a cloak or mask
maybe point on translucent ouroboros
assessing other points just for the
hell of it ~ in all seriousness God
laughs either way because
invisibility and materiality is a single
coin in His-Her cosmic peg bag
bodies swirl on beds
heads together
blood still splattering distended bellies
ash brick cement crumbles s l o W
s l o w …ly
a new Gaia is birthing
quietly______slOw ly
Under the mantle of night, dark and woven with cryptic gleams,
A dreaming artist finds his calling, a secret and eternal protest,
The words that escape his lips tear through the thick veil of conformity,
Defying all that is official, public, and nationalist,
For every murmur of his is a scandalous cry of pure truth.
In the diaphanous light of the moon, his soul becomes a spectral beacon,
Illuminating the uncharted paths of those who defy common norms,
Each gesture of his, a sacrifice the world deems insane,
For in following his inner light, the artist inevitably chooses... poverty.
He sacrifices all status for a crystalline dream that gleams enigmatically,
Renouncing all worldly comforts to embrace divine truths,
In the depths of his heart, an unseen flame burns, guiding him toward mystery,
Even though his path is paved with renunciations and profound loneliness.
In every canvas and musical note, in every melodic and melancholic verse,
The soul of an artist flows, a living, vibrant protest,
In the silence of the night, his calling becomes a sacred incantation,
A promise to live beyond the limits of materiality, in a world steeped in magic.
And perhaps, one day, he might even renounce his art, for a higher dream,
In the final accords and agonizing colors, he will defy the passage of time itself,
He will embrace nothingness and infinity, for his true calling is to be a beacon,
A guiding light, an invitation towards the hidden sublime of the universe.
Under the scattered brilliance of stars and the pale moon, his soul dances,
In a waltz of renunciations and revelations, a living and mysterious poetry,
For in every sigh, in every murmur of the artist, an eternal epic is written,
A protest against conformity, a call to the pure magic of hidden truth.
viewing an object of desire
immersion in materiality
losing ourself therein
slave to the senses
lustful passions rising
our thirst keeps deepening
correspondent to indulgence
poised yet as an animated thought
heart awaiting actual fulfilment
wherefrom we gradually shift
our attention into the void
smiling at the descent
of consciousness
self serving
looking within
through foggy vision
mind offers specious logic
to placate our feel good factor
in alignment with our belief system
that we may carelessly dismiss
the root cause of ego craving
as deep dark delusion
owing to our stupor
stagnating in mind body
at Guna Tamas and Rajas
self blocking the Satva impulse
call of love divine in our heart
beckoning us in earnest
to meld head therein
in tranquil bliss
no judgment
rather recognition
of what is as is within
rising and ebbing emotions
having roots in our lower mind
which we then simply transmute
by allowing divine magnetism
to gently steer energies
into pathways of love
ever present within
our glowing heart
03-February-2021
Follow me, my dear, to mythical shores of hypnotic dream,
Sail on my fantasies, driving passions of your zealous theme,
Afloat on tides of longing, musing on love’s passionate seas,
Vying paradise of bliss, propelling desires love-notions seize,
Savoring you in embrace romantic, ecstatic till the end of time,
Extolling life’s moments euphoric, alluring our love in prime.
As gilded smile of rising sun, sparkles gleaming skyline blue,
And ruby rays of dawn twinkle from glinting morning dew,
And meadows of spring-blossoms enthrall your fervid view,
And songs of our doting hearts, strumming love-tunes woo;
Cherishing memories enamored, forever vows we renew,
In Elysium of happiness, fate designed just for me and you.
Follow me, out of bleakness that questions meaning of life,
Follow me to enlightenment that negates angst of strife,
Follow me afar from the void of materiality, ego, and pride,
Follow me to the realms, that wisdom and virtues abide,
Follow me to self-awareness, questing halo of inner light,
Follow me on path to eternity, within walls of this life finite.
When imbalance of life churns hapless poignancy
And the zephyr of inequities breezes melancholy
Dissonance reverberates echoing pathos of grief
Seeking exaltation within metaphysical profundity
As hushed posture conjures up humbling catharsis,
Leaning in quietude, questing paranormal vitality,
Liberating from bounds of mundane, the ordinary,
Energizing calming bliss of unfamiliar, extrasensory.
Mortal soul steadily crosses limits of understanding
Reaching deep into unknown, unexplored territory,
Daring to search for knowledge in mystical obscurity
Pursuing enlightenment from supernatural intrigue,
Discovering newfound acuity blossoming internally
Adulating freedom of shedding narrow boundaries
Gaining divine wisdom, postulating own doctrines,
Comprehending missives in blissfulness of sagacity.
As laments mellow in teachings of superior intellect
And bawl of distraught soothes in heavenly solace
Finding ambrosial tranquility in endearing calmness,
Physiological longings amiably, peacefully dissipate
And gradually soul enlightens, unafraid of mortality,
Yearning for permanence of purposeful inviolability,
Meaningful beyond self, detaching from materiality,
Synchronizing harmoniously in idyllic, placid sanctity.
January 21, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Transcendence
Telling Time
David J Walker
I
It was our Kindergarten Dissertation
Tying our shoes in neat bow knots
Counting to100
And the recognition of the trek
Of the Big and Small hands of
The wall clock
in relation to
Recess and lunch
and time to go home
II
The race against the clock
Leaves one numb
The day is never done
as long as time presents itself
in the night sky
Baiting you to decipher its
Enigmatic code
III
There is no time my professor said
Everything appears and disappears
in the now
Every line of the universe
Measures another place and time
I am but a spirit
He said
Materiality is the illusion that we all see
But never agree upon
IV
Will the clock chime on the
Stage of space
Demarking today from tomorrow
What is there to lose in
Closing the shades of
a picture window
V
The thing is
No matter what you say
The clock runs
Deaf and dumb
And blind to the point of oblivion
The Tic-Tok of the wall clock
Picks pockets like
a common street thief
waiting for you to awaken
VI
But I remember
however imperfectly
There were days before these
That I can still reach with my hands
And we can agree
To some extent
Were real
That’s how I know I can tell time
By the scars and the stars
that had to come
from somewhere
In the deep valleys of the spirit, where dreams boil in the overflowing cup of consciousness,
I wander aimlessly, seeking countless treasures not in gold, but in scattered words.
There is no money in poetry, only echoes of emotions woven through the fine threads of time,
Like an ephemeral butterfly, flying over the green fields of my soul.
Where minds open, we touch each other beyond materiality,
Through long verses and blind gazes, we hold hands in unheard universes.
Poems are blossoming oaks in the arid lands of our mercantilism,
Their roots deeply embedded, drawing from unseen springs of suffering and joy.
No one has ever been able to buy the sensation of the first kiss of dawn's light,
Or the melancholic cooling of dusk when stars weave light into darkness.
Words are the world's tear, priceless, falling on the square cheek of paper,
Poetry is the song of birds echoing from the hidden corners of our hearts.
In the desolation of cities of gold and silver, the sounds of bullion break the silence of hope,
But in the quiet of a dimly lit room, poems throb with un-lived life.
The poet is an alchemist of emotion, turning the lead of reality into the gold of imagination,
Not for gain, but for the liberation of the spirit from the prison of mundane daily life.
The feeling of love, worries lost among the night's shadows, worth more than kings' riches,
Each verse is a whispered talisman, kept in the depths of our silence;
There is no money in poetry, but there are infinite universes,
Where words dance freely, released from the venal prisons of the world.
In the stream of consciousness, I pour my heart into endless pages,
Old experiences and forgotten yearnings flow through my pen into a river of stars,
My poems are relics of a bygone time, yet forever alive,
What perishes, what remains, in the collective memory of the soul.
We do not earn gold from metaphors, nor silver from complex rhymes,
But in the magic of words, we find the true treasure that never fades.
Poetry is an ancient spell, an eternal song that binds us to eternity,
And even if there is no money in poetry, there is the immortality of fully lived meaning.
Liquid light crystallised as blood
Entwines with pranic magnetism
God's life force in incessant motion
Enlivening organic mind-body form
Forming an ego to navigate earth
Which is driven by survival instinct
Ego seeks our undivided attention
Within this world of myriad illusions
To enhance thus it’s own well being
Given this preamble, the path is clear
For soul to again become living light
Here and now, within this materiality
Keeping attention fixated on the truth
In alignment with voice of conscience
With our heart rooted in purity of being
We yet have to walk the talk, however
Moment to moment, breath by breath
22-October-2022
infant life
near to celestial region in sense
just born after it's journey
knows nothing about materiality
smells fragrance till the life grows to child
in environment
from childhood lessens that fragrance
material's felt essence for need
qualification education and wealth
helps to have fame of deemed destination
The earth element
Gravity, structure, solidity
Gross materiality, animal instinct
Hunger, thirst, shelter, the fear of death
Hunting, hiding, seeking, habit driven
Squirrel storing nuts for winter
Yet stirred by a fragrance
Pleased with the moon
The water element
The urge to procreate
Emotions, maternal, paternal
Looking at forging family relationships
Lust ~ blame it on testosterone
Unstable, given to rage
Yet stirrings of love
Call from within
The fire element
Warrior, tactician, priest
The world is his playground
Where the end justifies the means
Domination, head over heart
Neither regret nor remorse
Yet senses there's more
Than mind-body
The air element
Emptiness begets envy
Plotting, scheming, politician
Yet it is here that we learn to forgive
Lightening load on our heart
Whispers of conscience
Seeking God-connect
The search begins
The ether element
Purity and innocence
Selective empathy, embrace
Head and heart aligned with truth
Central presence, detachment
Living in the here and now
Painting, poetry, music
The void beckons
Transcendence
In but not of the world
Attention poised in stillness
Glimmers of spiritual love and light
Opposites dissolve in Oneness
We are breathed by God
Compassion and bliss
Self-luminescent
28-October-2022