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I found divine love in the form of a kind man.
His namesake honors one of God's Avatars.
He lived up to his name in the ways he can.
Now he has appeared as written in my stars.
I found sacred devotion in this love's dawn.
In his presence I feel a new peace so strong.
Meaningless desire of lust now forever gone.
For now: only with him my heart will belong.
I found divine love that finally compares
To the bond of another of Vishnu's Avatars.
All I long for now is a life union without cares
For circumstances once held us behind bars.
I found sacred devotion for my living symbol
After years of praying, waiting for his soul.
All I feel now is I finally paid my karmic toll,
So I can embrace him with heart so whole.
“Counting age is like counting syllables, one needs a pencil. Releasing age, one needs nothing” : Poet
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Age-time exists only in Third Dimension
our core within each cell imageless, timeless, cosmic
contains no memories, knowledge or wisdom
these concepts of mind
moon, sun, oceans, tools to use
happiness, sorrow
alternative avatars gather fresh
sunrises, sunsets appear, seasons cyclical
for to be gridless no assignments can be imbibed
baby, toddler, teen, adult
mid-aged, elderly
every entity to eventual wean
powerful, free, solitary, impartial
humans have to birth
return to crystal buried
divinity linked …
assimilate experiences, age lessons learnt
know mistakes were predefined
to master skills, talents, character
for optimal tone
roughly at half century
embodied Self hears a call
softening heart, opening mind, explore all
One Love _____ oaks, mountains
oceans, multiple cultures connected keen
across dotage, dimensions ~
advice to younger self, another, is to
articulate completed chapters, then graft
vitality understood
climbing each rung is
advancement to BE
pungency no space in core
regretfulness, bitterness will occasion
a relearn of curriculum faulted, failed
rapture unqualified is ageless peace found
numeral similar to race, culture, class
gradual hours, dewy mornings pass by
emphasises mentality, flesh desires
relinquishing power to stone tracked matrix
holds no aces sought ____
let departure be timeless
eminent essence bottled
with this lens digits vanish meaningless, float
away each birthday gathered ~
eat cake even so
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Placed 2nd : Standard Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
May ‘26
In this psychological warfare,
where the fate of Romeo and Juliet
has not discouraged lovers
I was warned,
"tread carefully, only move forward if you are prepared
to battle against satanic adversaries not seen before."
But I'm a veteran with an amputated heart,
as my lion nature roars at 'tug-of-war' conflicts
and she keeps pulling at my heart strings.
Welcome to the circus of darkness,
where spirits rest in a silent surrender.
In my phantom kingdom
the queen of hearts is an outcast
upon an isolated island of misery.
Her life is a concoction of paparazzi and propaganda,
where serpents manipulate her innocent dreams.
In the illusion of separation,
an internal choir sings a siren's symphony of sorrow,
echoing through oceans and mountains between us.
In this haze of hopelessness I hope to be found,
but we are cursed with different shades of love,
where tears are melodramatic melancholy,
bleeding in black rivers of perpetual pain -
but her savage beauty is my favourite kind of madness.
In the unfairness of circumstance's wicked ways,
the Grim Reaper has auctioned my soul for sale.
I search for anonymous angels among us,
but in the graveyard of blasphemous bliss,
tattoo tears create crimson cracks on broken statues.
My immortal emotions drift like butterfly breaths,
imitating a bare brokenness of rags buried in paper coffins.
Before the euthanasia of time will you return that stolen kiss?
Gift me a kinder reflection from self entitled mirrored salutes?
It all started with a poem rebuilding a sanctuary.
in my poetic secret garden of confessions.
When my metaphors stole the moon for you,
fate had my heart held hostage to your infatuation.
Not everyone can see with open eyes,
but in the empathy of distant entanglement,
love untangled the tips of your tangled heartstrings,
then burnt them in ashes of enkindled embers.
Now that I've overcome your obscured boundaries of sanity,
placing lanterns upon midnight trails you follow,
I've defeated every malignant spirit.
Before words become tired and meaningless,
will you comprehend the innocence of my insanity -
forever love me where it hurts?
I now wear a mask
So do you
Credit the mask
For bringing a change
Making us new
The domestic help
No longer around
Any grudges and complaints?
No!
‘He’s having harder times'
We’ve found
The veggie and fruit vendors
Coming to our lane
Do we haggle with them?
No!
We are so understanding
Of their pain
Helping others
Has become
Our second nature
Our past memories
Comforting us
In an uncertain future
We are talking ‘spirituality’
Why?
Any sudden realization?
No!
Actually all ‘materialism’ has halted
So, we've broadened
Our parochial vision.
Masks are uniting humanity
Like never before
It isn’t an individual fight
Against COVID-19
We are in it
Together, for sure
But a nagging question remains-
What happens
When the masks come off?
Will the ‘real' us be back
Again embracing
Our old habits to scoff
At care, concern, compassion
And all such 'meaningless' things
Or,
We would’ve learnt our lessons
Which this tragedy brings?
I walk around to and fro
I have no home so I roam
My existence is meaningless
And I can't reach him
Something separates us
A strong force won't let me near him
Why can't I touch him?
He looks so very sad
My heart is aching and breaking
Something is wrong
All of a sudden like a flood
The memories came back
He is like Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde
He did this to me, it his fault
I told him to seek help for his demons
I thought loving him would cure him
Alone in our home he changed
right before my very eyes
He told me how much he loved me
as he choked the very life out of me
I am in love with a monster and
I alone took that terrible and deep
dark secret to my grave
12-26-18
Inspired by the secrets Contest
I asked the shards, whose were on the walls of this narrow corridor.
What is this self? What are this one to do with this life?
Pass through here and we shall write on your husk the answer.
And so this one did, went forth.
Each slice revealed another, once dormant, memoir.
There, at dawn all had to leave their shelter to do what they did not like, for beings they could not care less about.
Every day, from dawn to dusk inside the metal worm accompanied from the faceless shadows.
Turning around, that pain, he was quite familiar with.
This one does not fathom the meaning, told to the shards, all you did was to open this flesh and gifted this one with scars.
No, we wrote on thy husk the emptiness of the meaningless that is to keep going.
Thee went trough us, though them, without desire, got scars, got pain, suffered, struggled. And yet, you need a reason, is not the pain and scars a lesson enough? At the end, you are more empty than before. Why is that?
I do not know. Why?
Forwhy there's no meaning, no higher purpose, no nothing, life itself is a disease, and you know, the other husks as well, how to get rid of it. Keep struggling, if so you wish. But take heed of us, there are nothing worth beyond.
At this point, this one decided to stop looking, he felt empty.
You told me to look, they told me to look, and less than that was not done.
Yet nothing was found, but what this one already knew, but denied.
To breath brings nothing but painfulness episodes to that what you told me to be worth the conflict.
I often get lost within myself.
But she help me find my way out. Cold. Sharp. True to its nature.
One. Two. Three, still cannot feel and you cannot understand, but I am back.
She brought me here.
As it goes dripping down, small portions of me, making small pools of crimson mirros
The very same spot where I can spy all the faces that once hated, where I can hear the laughter, the mockery, once more and feel the eyes judging and the fingers condemning.
I ask the table next to me:
What am I to do with what I've found?
Fill the void in thysellf, she told me.
I knew what she meant. I have to use the needle, the white dust and the stones.
To fly higher than this realm, fly away from myself.
Perchance, to find the end. And after it, may find a purpose...
The Fool sat listening as her sweet words filled the air
each nuanced syllable sending chills through his body,
each glance cast upon him, a moment of eternal ecstasy.
Does this fool not hear me, the Queen thought to herself.
I’ve spoken in plain speech that even a fool should understand,
If not my words than my glares should make it clear.
She speaks to me he thought to himself,
but how can this be, she is the Queen
and I, with nothing, am but a mere worthless, meaningless Fool.
Just because I smile at him on occasion, he thinks there is more.
Yes, his hugs are warm, and candies are sweet,
but he must know he means nothing to me.
Pansies, roses, lilies, all but fading flowers.
Compared to her beauty they pale and hide in the shadows,
but she never refuses them, when I pick them for her she smiles.
More flowers, a sweet gesture, why does he give them to me?
Doesn’t he know this could never be, her lips curl gently.
She looks down at the flowers unable to look into his eyes, fool, she thinks.
I, the lonely Fool, the lonely fool, beneath my smiling mask,
I listen to her words that sting, but feel the warmth of her touch.
I bathe in her beautiful eyes yet feel the pain each time she turns away.
…I am such a fool!
He is a fool, my Fool, he is always there for me, good or bad.
Even in my cruelty he listens, with respect, without judging.
I wish for his happiness. I wish him love, I wish things could be different
…for this caring, beautiful Fool.
12/27/2017
I like to smell the earth and breathe it in
When the raindrops pop out joyful green
There is a carnival as primitive as the Nile
Your raw smell makes me earthy and tipsy
Red blue and green congregate to enrich
Our earth of sensual shivers and surprises
I hug the earth in soft and hard as it comes
And in rapture say Ah how much I love you
All other elements do exist because of you
What basically matters is your primal dew
Fire water air all these become meaningless
Were your earthy body devoid of an access
Come earth give your sweet and bitter savor
So long I live on earth I would like to enjoy
Your three buddies are welcome too with us
It is you who has taught us to be all-inclusivel
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March 14, 2016
Am In love with her Gypsy world
am not perfect
am just a guy now in love
in love with a woman
a woman that melt my heart
when ever her soul wishes
am hers
where ever her soul would go
am there
she is the driver of my heart
now am a passenger in her world
am in love with her Gypsy world
I have been in love before
but not like this time
am crazy for your love
yes life is meaningless
without your presence in my heart
some times is defficult to tell
how love could leave one
speechless, sightless, even
insane
yet is awesome to be in love
I love your words
I love your encouragement
I love your open arms
oh baby you killing me softly
and I won't die slowly
not untill life exist in me
with out your world
am in love with her Gypsy world
I was told gypsy are crimes guilty
like they that point fingers are
better nor innocent of crimes
too many white girls warns me
asking why Gypsy
like they are best
never mind I am yours
let the world know am
in to your deepest heart
where all I see is just
love love and nothing else
but loving you
am in love with her Gypsy world
is had to trust this day
is had to love nowadays
is difficult to believe in today's reality
is not enough to live
and not experience a world of joy
a world of dream full filled
a world of safety
a world of great inspiration
a world of life lifting
as you help me lift my life
without a doubt nor ignorance
so what else do I need
for In your world my Gypsy love
heaven can be seen on earth
IV.
Another I think I’ll bring up
you can’t realize right now,
your brain has not yet reached this point,
youth just will not allow
you to see what older men see,
when they’ve reached thirty-five,
that most ‘fun’ has no real meaning,
that you can’t live on 'good times.'
When the parties just seem boring,
when sex becomes routine,
when alcohol is an anchor,
you’ll wonder what it means?
What is the purpose of your life,
what are you doing here,
it’s frightening to contemplate,
when those thoughts first appear.
We’re made to seek greater meaning,
a weight that grows with time,
something that defies forever,
that’s awesome and sublime.
For most people that’s their children,
their mark on future years,
for others it’s some great project,
that says we were once here,
A book, a song, some daring feat,
accomplishment, in short,
something that speaks to those unborn,
that coming minds exhort.
It’s not something we can avoid,
our minds always fear death,
if there’s no greater meaning for us
oblivion is what’s left.
Nihilists say it’s all nothing,
a game we shouldn’t play,
their lives become a living death,
men should not live that way.
As far as we know the cosmos
are void of living things,
which means us limited humans
are the living brass ring.
Do we just them throw up our hands,
and say who gives a damn?
We’re going to die anyways,
why build something that stands?
When literally we might be
the only chance that life
expands through the meaningless void
and brings some sort of light?
That would be the greatest tragedy
to ever come to mind,
you need to grow and find purpose,
and leave something behind.