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Joy a name that suits thee well,
Upon your birth all clouds of sorrow fell,
In the threads of time, a day so dear,
My joy’s birthday, shines crystal clear.
With every simile a beauty to behold,
It’s no wonder my joy you hold,
With every laugh a symphony of glee
Born is a joyous spirit for all to see.
Let the multiverse be filled with smiles,
For ma joy has walked miles,
With the stars as witness we toast,
To a friend I cherish the most.
On this special day I lay a promise,
In this journey of life hand in hand we will tread
Happy Birthday, Joy, with love so pure I will cherish you today and evermore.
With love and hugs our hearts intertwine,
Celebrating you a treasure divine,
May happiness guide your very step,
Happy birthday my dearest joy
Verse: (32 bars)
Yo, listen up I'm bout to set your mind free, with a rhyme spree Gravity heavy, pull you in, let my mind bleed Expressive poetry, purposeful wisdom in my arsenal Multiverse theories, monumental reflections beyond college
Shine the light on what's right In the darkness, we walk hand in hand through the night The journey of life, a spectrum of strife Crossing oceans and mountains, changing seasons in our sight With the power of connection, resurrecting the lost connection Between heart and mind, greater heights, higher dimensions
Chorus: Hey, woo (repeat) Alright, baby (repeat) Oh, yeah (repeat) I can make the pain disappear And I can erase the past, oh I can make the future shine so bright And I can make Right
Verse 2: You feelin' down and dejected? Confused? Hopeless? No worries, I got the cure, the antidote for those stressors Open your mind, flip those mental blinders Unlock new perceptions, peep the universe's designers
Live your life like a river, flowin' free and abundant Every thought and intention an intentionally plentiful substance Chakra alignment, purify your aura, vibrate high Learn to see the beauty in the silent symphony of the sky
Chorus: Hey, woo (repeat) Alright, baby (repeat) Oh, yeah (repeat) I can make the pain disappear And I can erase the past, oh I can make the future shine so bright And I can make Right
Verse 3: You think it's over, think again, unravel your cocoon Break free from the past, embrace the playbook of the moon Harness the power of nature, be one with the trees Unleash the authentic you, cherish your destined avenue
Serenity in the storm, survival beyond the wreck Flex your inner warrior, sharpen your intellect With a pen in your hand, every bar transform Revolution through creativity, spiritual imagery forming and reforming
Chorus: Hey, woo (repeat) Alright, baby (repeat) Oh, yeah (repeat) I can make the pain disappear And I can erase the past, oh I can make the future shine so bright And I can make Right
Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right
Thanks to innovations
There is always something new
This season for example we have
Another ninety seven shades of blue
And orders orders orders
Booked so many months ahead
And we have to infiltrate of course
Another twenty seven shades of red
It used to be the spectrum band
Basic standard colour tried and true
Was fit for any occasion
But now it just won’t do
Since they merged all the dimensions
And each universal parallel and space
We’ve been working hell for leather
Just to try and maintain the pace
Some beings see in sound
Some see in brightest light
Some can only see
In the blackest of black nights
And the beauty of the rainbow
Once confined to old sector earth
Has been exploited without mercy
For every currency unit’s worth
With rainbows of sound
Rainbows of split light
Rainbows built to cater
For each different type of sight
And a quote is a quota
And orders must be met
To every specification
Of each request we get
And the multiverse is expanding
So very boggling to the mind
We dread the next variation
Of sight that they find
Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right
I am just a part of this earthly star
wandering beneath its mystic alchemy…
but there are billions, billions of twinklers
knighting cosmic galaxies aside from Milky Way:
And curiosity lingers within...are we human souls
the only residents in this multiverse?
Or do other astral beings criss-cross
amidst this vast territory gracing all worlds
then to dwell on our tiny sphere pulsing through air
and clay’s fire? How my naiveté will always
probe a mystery far beyond the grasp
of quantum theories where I have journeyed
into nights seeking unknown horizons
this mind cannot accurately fathom.
Every blazed nebula I outline seem to affirm
the presence of outer life-forms, guarding
maybe invading our pathways… still, my
essence belongs to earth- star, my folk-mother,
overseeing this finite voyage through
an appointed odyssey , not among space-like orders
like myself in a way...but with a king of all gods.
Contest of Anthony Slausen, Ancient Aliens
1/29/2018
“She began her journey in the search of truth,
Stumbled upon a thought that changed her in entirety,
Drunk at 4AM, driving at 125Km/h she saw a light flickering near,
Speed thrilled but never in her life had she felt such fear.”
Some place in past, near or far, don’t know for exact,
Someone penned down a conjecture,
It subsided all of the truth and the lies,
A belief was molded,
With many distant sighs.
She was taught from the beginning,
A rhythmic lie was sown,
“With each collapsing star in this universe,
A new universe is created, the exact opposite of our own.”
For her, the longing for beloved quenched her heart,
For he had died a long time ago,
And now she is back at the start.
For every dead, there’s a living,
For every truth a lie,
For every pain there’s a reason,
For every question, a sigh.
Driving at 125Km/h she witnessed the light,
The light, many died to see,
The light, many killed to be.
One go into and all different then,
Echoes around,
Counting to ten,
“Stop here, you are missing him”
Her one true love waving as she goes,
In the stream of light,
To a distant world,
When stopped, found him again,
But in an altered story, an altered name.
Still hoping for him to love her same,
Start afresh,
Oh! The cosmos and their stupid games.
(A universe exact opposite of our own)
Constantly bugging her brain,
Numb, she couldn’t feel or see,
Hoping to exist in his realm,
In the afterlife,
Proceeded to kill self.
Knife in one hand, emptiness in the other,
In the blender of non-existence
Exhaled, “maybe somewhere,
In the multiverse, there’s a version of me,
And you, a fleet of hope,
That we are meant to be.”
It was not the mountains.. those that dwarf us,
the forests that invited our senses...seduced us to stay.
Nor the oceans whose mass we contained within us,
creatures small and large...some we loved and others feared.
Not,
the floating rain, the clouds...kind or angry,
the sky bright or blackboard black,
the falling leaves or those who held on tight,
the multiverse of colors sharp or flat.
NOT...the seasons that in all their glory arrived
or stepped away as their sister or brother took the stage.
Every inch of our untouched world chants to our sensibilities,
the perfect candidate to rule our internal domain.
Life in its all knowing way
has always bestowed us with gifts,
unfolded miracles in our wake,
other times challenged us in a rage.
Our world would take an eon to notate.
Not,
those particles...each made the whole,
stirred our voices...drew from us...song.
We,
are only messengers.
Our words not our own.
Some call it passion, others magic, they also call it art.
Some suggest it comes from the heart.
Whatever you call it, this mystical harbinger
who through us communicates...
it is he, she, responsible for what we loosely term art.
Poetry like all the arts...never began as such...
rather it is integral to just being.
IT is US...
just ask the lady with the pen and pad
writing while driving her car...
it is a part of our existence
...it has always been.
poets would write,
even...
if they lived in a vacuum.
Burning embers, star-lit rocks
Phantasmagoric shapes, unorthodox
Multi-ringed wonders, Neptune and Saturn
Gossamer circles, elliptical orbital patterns
Asteroids, meteorites whiz and hurtle by
Miniature marvels, dazzling gems on high
Take a deep breath, scan the whole galaxy
Luminiscent candles, jack-o-lantern fantasy
We've photographed the planets, measured them too
Taken their temperatures and broadcast the news
That they're four billion years old and began with a bang
But now there's the multiverse theory that recently sprang
Up, along with the oscillating universe hypotheses
By which several scientists swear that they trust
And if how it happened isn't mystery enough
Then there's the who-done-it of the who-did-it
~ Now that's really tough!
Particular matter in uniformed presence,
or tangible mutual existence.
Substance of possible negotiation,
tipping point in all relation.
Searching for what is the key,
not for what one thinks should be.
The matter of evidence that we evolve,
as life evolves and dissolve.
The impossible to be conscious,
of being unconscious.
Duality of energies moving in balance,
the celestial attribute of affluence.
The virtue of death as great equalizer,
consuming all righteous desire as compromiser.
Cognitive dissonance the multiverse inside
the truth at times one cannot hide.
Obvious what has not been seen,
until the experience expresses the truth very lean.
Fearful substance starts only disappearing,
when the truth makes simplicity as genius appearing.
The spiritual self receives the hearing,
is the same that receives all life as clearing.
All perspectives are unique,
perceptions and its emotional leak.
The present need to be the goal as it exists,
choices that awareness cannot resists.
Truth as substance unite us all,
clarity like transparent natures law.
Divine frenzy
Those who have the muse of madness in the soul,
passing through the doors of intuition very artful.
Where music and poetry play the touches of mad,
from the genius and sacrificing melancholy of insanity of load.
In the state of divine possession, the enraptured performer in height,
effecting the listeners soul to similar ecstatic union in resonance alright.
Magical procedure or mass psychotic transaction,
the act of engendered furies stimulating creative attraction.
Stimulus divine will as it manifest throughout creation,
the multiverse in individual subtle emotion.
Symbolic energies extend to the realm of sense,
and their efficacy do what they patently do intense.
The chaos and the melancholic drama of meaning,
enduring metaphor in natures law of karmic being.
The soul as an instrument of its kind,
penetrates to its innermost core for synchronicity to find.
Imitation of celestial qualities and interaction of spirit revealed,
the performance and audience in close contact concealed.
Of Infinity
Where
is end ?
tending to
infinity
Is it Universe?
or Cosmos Galaxies?
with limitless energy.!
Light Heat Magnetic Atomic
Even Radioactive or Nuclear!
Sources supporting multiple verses.
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So ! Debut of Infinite Multiverse
Energy exists: No destruction
. : . Continued transformation.
Pointless hunan being.
Quark of infinity
. Not to be counted
Ridiculous
existence
. Nano
Sec .
Form : Double Etheree
11 /15 /21
'This or That Vol. 8
Contest by Edward Ibeh