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Rainbow moonstone celestial
adularescence, transforming milky way white,
pale azure luster to an electric sapphire
Luminescence consistent beauty
Never ending, blending its cadence
with the colors of the rainbow
Sprinkling the Universe ~
Stripping its steely metallic moon
Sacred stones spilled upon earth
Timeless and mysterious moonstone
Adorning her ring finger flaunting, adoring
An ascendant jewel coiled demurely
around the nape of her neck,
formerly worn by the moon goddess’s
perfuming melodies and ballads
Now ethereal beauty's, both are fetching
An antique amulet she keeps in her grip
A clustering carcanet seen by a few
A rivière resting atop her breasts
A priceless periapt symphony she gives into~
its melody, surrendering to palliating powers
Queen of her own throne rich in clairvoyance
Graceful, feminine and demure
we once held time
as if it was a never-ending story
sitting beside your bed
watching the monitors announce vitals
tubes running in and out
we have been reduced to moments
as i hold the hand dearest to my heart
watch the slow slipping away
i hold a deeper strength within you gave me
knowing what we have is yet to come
that we have only held
a crumb of Love's feast
we were meant for more
then just a life with each other
we were a promise that will be kept
we are that first breath, destined in Perpetuum
when once again we embrace
where you will finally dance with perfection
how i will miss those little mistakes
i so adored about you
as we waltz thru the galaxies
in your arms, in your eyes, in eternity
once again i have stolen his lines
the thief who stole my heart on a park bench
when i finally made him close
his book of poetry and kiss me
i was not to be a Beatrice denied
Zorro must surrender the mask
with his first kiss, his soft yet secure embrace
whisked me into the infinity of his tenderness
i wait in the fullness of his love
until i am in his caress again
when this dinner for one
becomes an empty table
that escaped into where dreams
are more then forevermore
they live in the Grace of God's Fate
who long knew us before that first breath
where vows evaporate into a Promise fulfilled
1/2/18
Many folk think their life is sore
even describing it like a living hell
but really ia that really true?
as it may be media wanting a sell
We really need to look at scripture
for it says plenty about this abode
it speaks more of it than heaven
as reading the bible has showed
Hell is described as a living torment
one which is like never ending fire
an endless darkness having no sight
the pain there will never tire
Whatever this world brings upon you
doesn't remotely compare to what's to follow
don't hide your head continually in the sand
denying your hearts voice will be sorrow
Be grateful this world is not the hell
scripture teaches is to eternally come
take the rescue route via Jesus
don't neglect it to be spiritually dumb
QUOTE:
("We are already in Hell. It is the earth itself that is Hell, the prison constructed for us by an intelligence superior to our own, in which I could not take a step without injuring the happiness of others, and in which my fellow creatures could not enjoy their own happiness without causing me pain.”
-Inferno ? August Strindberg )
It’s been over nine years now
That the coup against Trump
Has been rolling and rolling on
Relentlessly.
First we had Russiagate
Starting at the very tip top
Flowing down the Deep State slope to
Settle into an investigation
Which did nothing
But tie up a legitimately elected administration
For years.
Then came the actual coup
With stolen election
And trumped up insurrection charges.
And when it became clear Trump wasn’t done
We got lawfare at it’s best,
Over and over again.
And when that failed
At least two assassination attempts
Certainly got everyone’s attention.
Today the lies of those infected with TDS
Continue to flow
Simply because nothing has changed
Within their minds,
And likely never will.
Is this a significant threat to law and order?
No, because the only ones with power today
Carrying on the coup
Are the media,
That is if you ignore the dozen or so states
Which carry on the resistance
Like WWII Japanese soldiers
Stranded on some island without a clue
The war they fought and lost ended long ago.
And yet the coup flows on
Soon to enter it’s second decade,
Which has to be a record
For any first world nation.
(8/22/25)
In the realm where desire and love meet,
Paths open, intertwining into endless labyrinths,
Each trail bearing the burden of dreams and untamed longings,
For love may begin as a gentle whisper of a spring,
While desire, like a storm, rushes in with force,
Both dreaming of the same destination, but on turbulent roads.
Just as adventures are written from unknown steps,
Love and desire grow, rise, and fall,
A journey where the soul expands towards the heavens,
Or gets lost in abysses of restlessness and fire,
There is no single path, nor a single beginning,
For love and desire dance in eternal circles,
In the most sublime moments or the deepest crises,
Weaving their stories in the dark corners of the heart.
On the edge of each moment, we stand in contemplation,
Wondering where love ends and desire begins,
When they coexist in that fragile yet splendid balance,
In a silent symphony that carries us through the whirlwind of life,
And beyond words, in those secret moments,
We discover that love and desire are two wings of the same dream,
Flying over the boundaries of time and space,
In a never-ending quest for fulfillment and self-discovery.
What were not
Now all they are
Will be not again
Just formation changes
Stare in to depth
Die and regain
From starting to end
Till this moment
Never ending process
From a dust particle
To the whole universe
God’s hidden power’s bless
Only one power
In different dimensions
Doing all kinds of magic
The same power
Hides in voices
Even in music
I am a wildfire,
burning alone in the middle of nowhere
I wish I were a meadow
in the middle of somewhere enchanted.
my devotion
was the ocean’s depth
never-ending,
hard to reach,
but not impossible.
I could devour
with love,
with care,
with happiness—
yet some found me unlovable,
hard to cope with,
hard to give up something for.
still,
I held on
to that gust of wind,
my flickering hope
to find someone
worth loving,
worth giving up for,
my resilience—
like tree roots,
buried deep,
hard and unbrittle
standing again,
again
after every heartpain.
I search still,
for warmth,
for a blanket of love
I once dreamed of...
Another Day Another Shooting
another day in paradise
?just another day in America
?land of the free?
Home of the brave
and guns?lots
lots of gunshots
?more guns for all
?cries the NRA
'yes another day?
another gun battle
?another white man?
who just wants to kill
the President
sends his condolences
?Thanks the law enforcement
?for an incredible job well done
?It was horrible
Hate has no place?
in our country?
and we will take of it
?and do what ever we can do
condolences
?nothing but false words
?empty words
?lots of things to do
It is mental illness problem?
but he fails
to mention? the words
gun at all
?not at all
and tomorrow
will be another day of carnage
and tomorrow
another day of sorrow
and tomorrow
another of empty prayers
tomorrow
?never ending sadness
but he at least finally said
?hate has no role in our country
?nothing but prime BS?
in my humble opinion
he did not mention
?white supremacy
?his rhetoric had nothing
?nothing to do
about this at all
and so tomorrow
?I will turn on the TV
?and we see?
nothing been done
at all
and the dead
?will remain dead
?the guns will fire again
?nothing will be done
welcome to America
?land of the free?
home of the brave
and gunshots
lots of gunshots
note: this may be too political and in your face but I don't care. I have had enough of this nonsense. We must stop the carnage in our streets!
Sadness is no bigot or sexist. It does not judge who it chooses to consume. It has no specific taste buds for he's, her's and you's. Just the need to fill you with emptiness and dark gloom.
No reason sometimes for the cloud that chooses to rain on your parade. Just a never ending feeling of guilt, emptiness and shame.
It can morph into a voice of you your own, constantly telling you lies to burden your soul. It wants you in a weakened state, so it can take over your heart and claim your spirits break.
I tell you this from personal affairs. I constantly fight this demon daily, from taking my air. Each time I start feeling the power increase, I get a pen and paper and write a note that says: "No thank you, you can leave".
Don't let it make you feel alone. If you do that, it wins and your life is no longer your own. I have fought six battles already today and I haven't even left my house, now that's something to say.
Choose to be strong, choose to be a light, choose your life, and always be prepared to fight.
Dreamscape
Only in a dream can you come and share this dream.
I am in it, and you are here too.
Oneness.
In this sacred space where time ends,
We exist only in inner light.
As we jump into this atmosphere, we find
deep, alien oceans of parallel intimacy.
Vanishing by one step,
In closeness, we take off.
We fly, dreaming of a World 2.0,
consciously interconnecting on a deeper level.
Here in our space station: one plus one.
Never-ending while we dream,
Stars are all around us.
Mirrorality-no boundaries here.
Alone, together.
You are orbiting my universal odyssey
In this digital nomad’s journey,
taking us on an unforgettable moment that glides.
We have left the shores of the physical,
A thousand light-years from yesterday
We once knew.
In this world 2.0, our love is the code,
Written in the stars, gliding forever.