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There must be misconception with all this
Perpetual deception.
There must be a new order
Stealing all our sons and daughters.
There must be a definitive line
Separating that which shines.
There must be a wave of confusion
Most of what we see is an optical illusion.
There must be someone teaching
But all I hear is false preaching.
There must be storms in the air
But no one seems to care.
There must be great dissatisfaction
Keeping most filled with distractions.
But…There must be a fresh sound
Delivering those who are bound.
There must be healing rain
Because all of this cannot be in vain.
There must be a shift in direction
It's time for a personal resurrection.
There must be another dimension
To arrest our spiritual attention.
Stop, pause, open up your ears
You are constantly being pumped with irrational fears
Wake, arise, uncover your eyes
For too long you have been hypnotized.
Breathe, exhale, You will not fail
You're the head and not the tail
You're the head and not the tail.
By: Sabina Nicole
I fumbled across it,
whilst tunnelling under a tree
The one superfluous atom,
left over from reality
Now positioned straight ahead,
looking directly into me
Emerging from some quanta,
imperceptible yet I can see
The missing nucleus of balance,
and pinnacle of all belief
No evidence required
No probability,
No examination
No stewards inquiry,
No foggy darkness
In absolute clarity,
Came from before the beginning,
to remain when everything ends
Past present and future,
in the same uninterrupted tense
Oh one superfluous atom,
creates an omnipresent sense
Continuums of structure expand,
simultaneously as they condense
Equilibrium could only arrive,
when this surplus atom went
I wish I may
I wish I might
today’s the day
I’ve seen your light
Superfluous atom
grant my wish tonight
Giving me this moment,
I’d longed since being born
Banished all misconception,
taking away my thorn
Drew back deaths curtain,
opening every possible dawn
Spacetime unwinds,
into a smooth universal lawn
At last I can see beyond,
even the Big Bang is gone
Eternity vanquished
Infinity overcome
Barriers relinquished
Perpetuity’s done
Theories extinguished
Equations equal none
All because one superfluous atom,
chose to remain alone
This God particle, self evicted,
so our space could be freely grown
By
David Kavanagh
Walking down a beach in Jamaica
Sipping on some local rum
It was that moment when I fell and my head
Became imbedded between the cheeks of your bum
I knew nothing would come between us
The look on you face told me I was a winner
I clambered to my feet feeling like a knight
That is when I asked you out to dinner
Although you smacked me loosening my teeth
And been call an over sexed pervert
The sincerely look on my face captured you
And I knew your misconception would revert
My lips need not speak any longer for the words
From my heart were said through my eyes
You would be my summer love
My life long, love giving prize
I had to turn this unfortunate situation quickly
To do it I would need to use my charm
For the pain was not only hurting in my heart
But from the twist your boyfriend placed in my arm
I bumped into you in the eve after I returned from the hospital
I remember I had my arm in a cast
You came to me and apologised with a kiss
It was then I knew our love would last
We lay on the beach watching the sun set
Then we made love on Poseidon’s sea shore
I knew it wouldn’t be just a night of steamy sex
It would be that and a lot more
*"STEAMY SUMMER LOVE" (4 MEN ONLY)* There we go My Sweet
"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said or written." Rumi
Lyrics of loneliness liberate in a lucid language,
lulling loveless librettos of lamenting loss.
In deadly depths of darkness,
deep desires dipped in despair,
misplace my marooned mind
in metaphorical mists of misconception.
Deserted in a domain of demons,
there's an aura of angst amongst absent angels.
When reality resembles a betrayal of butterflies,
withered wings wilt in wild winters without a wish.
In timeless tender tunes of tearful toxic torment,
nocturnal nightingales cry in a crepuscule chorus,
confessing caged crescendos in cryptic codes.
Sickness slithers in sinister silence,
as grinning Grim Reaper reveals his reflection.
My sojourner soul seeks a saviour's silhouette.
Who soothes in seraphic serenades of serenity.
To float in fate's fountain of featherless freedom.
In forbidden fields where fluorescent flowers flourish forever.
Her effervescent eyes exhale an elixir,
evoking an exotic, enticing, everlasting epiphany.
Enchanting in echoes of an Edenic enduring enigma.
Beneath bluebells, breathless and broken,
let me lay inside the lilacs of her amorphous aroma.
Her swan song closing chapter of my chronicles.
A halcyon harmony of heavenly harps,
guiding my gondola towards golden gates of grace.
Yond the Book of Judges, uncover the smudges,
Samson and or Shimshon, a Nazarite vowed, son,
Delilah deceptor, Philistia's daughter,
The lipstick was preying, weight lift also praying,
The black widow spider, spun her web of desire,
Weakness met the Stronger, Judge o'er his souls--weaker,
At night, just half on fire, the other half conspire,
The turning half plotted, the burning unspotted,
Samson's made of muscles, Spider stings turned mussels,
Spider's stinger retracts, eight-legged scissors hair hacks,
Samson was made a fool, Philistines grad high school,
Graduates assemble, alma martyrs temple,
Philistines filled--pagan, Samson don't see Dagon,
Flunkies built the Temple, protest those assembled,
Chants "Tie him 'tween pillars," "psst--same dream's dreamer!"
... and the rest is biblical history (theoretically/archeology, unchallenged? HM? Methinks misconception partial with Kansas ...) *Philistia was originally via Egyptian hieroglyphics as Sea People mid 1300 BC. After losing the war with Pharoah Ramses III, was banished to southern Canaan. Oddly, archeologists do not support this resettlement claim via the hieroglyphics. Then known as Pelesets popularly became Philistines The Philistines were brought into notoriety via the Bible during the days of Abraham and Isaac as King Abimelech was then ruler of Philistia. And of note, Sarah and Rebekah, as well. Seranim's or Lords ruled Philistia. They fell under the swords and arrows of the Babylonian Empire ruled by King Nebuchadnezzar II. And of further note, Arabically, Philistine is a derivative word for modern-day Palestine.
No question is harder than this alarming dialogue
must I completely forget each joy given to me?
Fear is the adversary; it suggests I remain free:
no vision is equal to this imagination so vague!
It's a disadvantage to express beliefs that are rejected
by the masses manipulated by contrasting science, not faith;
they become invalided by bizarre minds lacking worth,
and they affect us with their derogative philosophy of creed!
When untruths are perceived as facts and truths as misconception,
we run the risk of irrationality and stand on the brink of confusion;
where's the authentic sense of reason that connects us to reality?
Be transformed by all invisible forces and you'll lose your sanity!
No prospective is clearer than the one that's ever present
and deviates us from the right course taken by old wisdom;
will we err by irrational wish, by naive reaction or foolish intent?
In this circle of extreme folly, we choose allusion over realism!
A misconception is the tale
That we should dread October's spell
Weird things happen, but do not fear
It only comes but once a year
Cornstalks, lanterns, pumpkin faces
Cloudy nights, and creepy spaces
Mummies hide by light of day
Ghouls in shadows want to play
Ghosts appear to take a peek
Cats put on their black coat sleek
Spider's weave around the room
A wart-nosed witch has brand new broom
Her sideways glance at mirror cracked
Still sneers her ugly image back
The cauldron cleaned with spit and shine
Prepared to hold a drink of slime
With tasty toads and wormy molds
It boils steamy brew that's bold
Graveyards readied, dark with gloom
Bats in belfries wait for doom
No need to dread the harvest moon
All Hallow's Eve is coming soon
They've all worked hard to be prepared
Join the party, IF YOU DARE!!
Recycling ourselves endlessly, we are the givers of life for all.
A misconception is that we bear the shape of a tear.
In fact we are flat although from the side, we appear
Nearly round, as from the sky we fall.
Dropping gently as showers when we are small,
Reveling in pelting the earth when we are large, we can be something to fear.
On land we can cause floods. Driven by wailing wind, we are a squall.
Petrichor, our scent so fresh, we hope that you at least recall
Subsequent to our appearance, which no one can forestall!
Whispering in the dark,
Your hand around my waist
I hear you say “you love me”
All I hear is the deceit in your breath.
You been creeping, thinking I didn’t know.
Laying here with my eyes wide open.
Pretending to sleep, you don’t even notice.
But how can you when your being is laced with lies.
I feel the young girl's hands on yours.
Her sweet purrs rock your body and transcends into mine.
I am a woman and I know.
It’s dark out, its dark inside,
Will you ever admit your infidelity?
Or will it get worse by morning light.
The girl be calling everyday when you in the shower,
She be texting while you eat my breakfast.
You turn,kiss me goodbye, your smile reminds me of the devil.
As I watch your silhouette dance towards the woman you creep with.
Do you even notice the rage and the thunder?
Or you just cast a blind eye and carry on.
Your band feels heavy on my hand.
It’s a diamond I adored once,
But now all I see is sand, why does it even sparkle.
When the sparkle I had is now an icy stare of hate.
You call during the day, tell me you miss me.
I wonder how you can say that,
Do you even miss me or you just need a beacon.
A woman who will catch you when you fall?
I hear her voice in yours, I hear the echoes that still my soul.
I can’t even blame her, I am not even mad at her.
I can’t help but wonder, if she even knows.
If she does, she is set for a life of mishaps.
No bad deed ever go unpunished.
If she doesn’t, she is set for a life misery.
I can’t even be mad at him.
This emotion that I have has surpassed.
I feel nothing but rage multiplied.
I gave him my all, he gave me His all.
It’s all up in flames, it’s all up in ashes.
You obviously can’t be seeing with your soul.
For your eyes are now a mirror of misconception.
You will not even notice my dry tears,
Or the wave of fire in my bones.
Will it surprise you if you wake up alone one night?
I doubt it would, that’s why my fear has melted.
How can I leave in the midst of a situation?
A situation I can easily fix, maybe you would notice then.
Will I use a piece of steel, to silence you immediately?
For silence is what your love has been for two years.
Or will I just choke you, leave your breathless.
For all those nights you breathed out perfume and lust.
Will I even call it even or will I walk and forget you ever existed.
© Herzel Poshiwa
Anew
All at once it all was shattered
All was shaken up and crushed
Love became a misconception
Thoughts and feelings were all rushed
Pain and sadness start to battle
Disbelief has joined in too
Trust refuses to be present
Prudence knows not what to do
And the chaos is confronting
It’s confusion at its best
I could use some consolation
Just to put my mind to rest
But the doubt was set in motion
And the hurt is creeping in
My self-image is now crumbling
Let the hating now begin!
All these feelings and emotions
One by one they take their toll
I am losing my composure
I must now decide my goal
I will hear of no forgiving
I want vengeance out of spite
There’s no use for conversation
I refuse to reunite
But the heart can not be trusted
Even though there was a pact
Made by reasoning and feelings
In the end one will deflect
And the storm will start abating
Suddenly the air will clear
As I walk amidst the rubble
I find things that I hold dear
So I pick up all the pieces
And I find not just a few
All of this gives me the courage
To forgive and start anew.
Wendy Nipas