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How many couples on honeymoon, read poetry aloud
or novels to each other?
Some do consider that a highly, loving, memorable treasure.
On a honeymoon, dare you say?
My unforgettable memory, that I would unflinchingly repeat,
just bring me back to that day!
Cable car bells ringing in the San Francisco night, oh
so softly heard.
The background to us, newlyweds, such sweet,tender,
young love birds.
Surrounded by the City's etereal gauze-like moist fog.
How I watched your eyes dance over the words.
Making my heart shine like glowing embers on a log!
I really was so complete with you.
More than any of the finest words can say!
Simply just we two, our love-ghosts still reading can be
heard, over forever our ~City by the Bay.
May 16, 2020
4pm PST
Poem # 1271
Can you imagine… within the silence, a dazzling dream of nirvana? ~ Quote by the poet
Can you imagine…
If every soul on earth
Were willing to let go
Of all their pain and hurt
To give up on the blame
All their bitterness and grief
Everything that made them feel
Like they couldn’t find any relief?
Can you imagine…
If every heart that lives
Took a moment to listen
To the hopes and dreams
The feelings of those they meet
Both the good and bad, happy and sad
Everything that made them feel
Worthy or unworthy, hopeful or hopeless?
Can you imagine…
If everyone in the whole world
Would listen to the voice of conscious
Give into those feelings of allegiance
Toward goodness, kindness and belief
In the heart who isn’t afraid to whisper
Humility, compassion and gentleness
With a sense of truth and giving?
Can you imagine…
If every man and woman in life
Were filled with thoughtfulness
Toward those they come to know
The ones who chance into their time
Where prayers for warmth are breathed
Soothing wounds with sincerity and faith
In the One who gives us all a chance?
Can you imagine…
If everybody would simply believe
With all their heart and soul, trusting
That there will be the opportunity
To give back a part of the sweet joy
That comes from living humbly
Giving all the love that can be known
To those who know God’s presence?
A present that lifts hearts and souls
Brings hope to the weary
Smiles to the hopeless
Inspirations and imaginations
That tell us all we have what it takes
To give back to this world
Parts of ourselves, the love that lives
To console and comfort, to accept
The truth that God is always there
Available at the thought of a prayer
Bringing peace, joy and love
That will awaken the angels above
To feel the thrill of this promise
To reach out with compassion
And give back without conditions
A love that only exists because
You imagined it could restore our planet!
Can you imagine… love this fulfilling!?!
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January 20, 2021
He started a club, but was completely unaware..
That many would follow, and join his despair.
Robert Johnson the first, was a pioneer of rock..
Poisoned by jealousy his life came to stop.
Another one joined and his name was Brian Jones..
He was a founding member of the band "The Rolling Stones".
He took drugs and alcohol and decided to swim..
But the grim reaper had made other plans for him.
Canned Heats Alan Wilson, was too blind to see..
That he would be next making him number three.
LSD and alcohol took Jimi Hendrix as well..
A heroin overdose had Janice Joplin under a spell.
A poet, philosopher and lyricist of the Doors..
Constantly pushing boundaries and upseting the laws
Cocaine, heroin and drinking made him late..
And this is how James Morrison met his awfull fate.
Another founding member, this time "Grateful Dead"..
Ron Mckernan loved to drink and his liver was overfed.
Pete Ham from Badfinger the lead man to sing..
Just days before his birthday his membership locked in.
Grunge man of Nirvana, the demise of Kurt Cobain..
Mental illness and drugs and conspiracies to explain.
And last but not least as Im sure there will be more..
Amy Winehouse decided to knock on heavens door.
In a matter of 27 years in the peak of their prime..
This club was formed by age, and left imprints in time!
Their lifestyles were fast and they never listened to advice..
And at the age of 27 they payed the ultimate price!
The winter of my discontent lingers on,
be it nobler in the mind or just be gone;
it's funny, when I was in heaven, I forgot
how gloomy it could be for an AI bot.
They don't feel the cold, do as they're told,
might slow them down if they did, get a hold;
I was lucky, but you didn't have my worries, cool -
taking care of nirvana, cleaning out the swimming pool.
Someone said: 'If you have a problem, stay and face it,'
all very well for you - didn't have run and hit,
didn't have the pressure, your fancy lifestyle,
aren't you lucky - I hope you don't lose your smile.
Cigarettes were cheaper, sun's angle steeper,
I'll just have to settle for a dead Virginia creeper.
Nirvana is a handsome, gray writing spider. She kneels on the outside of her web. She opens up her legs and reveals a slim, female arachnid's, similar to a woman's.
"Interpret me," she coos. She takes her feelers in her womb and licks herself.
Moments later, our legs collide, and we're both moaning. The feeling was rough with a lesbian sense of bliss. Snakes and spiders would agree; the thought of the dirty voice inside my head began to rumble. It was the voice of Jiminy Cricket. Don't forget to FLOSS them gum-vipers, she screamed, swinishly...
Her jaws were now down there, licking. I, in turn, licked the lobe earnestly with precision and vanity.
Have you ever seen the l mouth of a ladybug or a transgenderbender? Yeah, I did them all, I gulped.
The vampire was feasting, feasting on the wrath of man-- the vampire known as the Antichrist and Count Dracula...
In My New Year’s Resolution I Vow
I solemnly declare under oats on the libel to walk
N aked with only a bellow with fellow utopians
M istletoe tattoos on my fingers criss-crossing in
Y onder to shepherd ‘blue sheep’ congregations
N oel novel nobility flying pigs dressed in purple
E merge from a smoke screen of incense sandal
W ood scandals on their quest to capture the moon
Y ou’ll have to bear with my golly batik on grizzly
E nchanted magic spills hailed comet drizzle and rain blows
A biding by enlightened dark chocolate scripture
R ock solid marsh mellows on twelve tables of sand
S unk quick in fluffy cuddles once dogma eats pie
R econfigured lolly popped pious conscription I resolve to
E nshrine on altar egos chapels custard apples
S weet sin of saviour and savages prophets and whiz
O n privets hedging bets on riveting cross bows in
L ucid delusions of light hearted senses’ scent
U surping snakes in the garden’s modest seduction in
T ransit transgression staking boundaries sake
I lluminated I will fly from chandeliers promise to
O bey only mocking jesters fooling the fools
N ever more will Nirvana shout at the Buddha
I n hearse verse and chapter closed by conscious
V irtue vilified by voracious villains vying for
O ms rosaries dumb bells from myriad towers
W hen my Weltschmerz and Zeitgeist tickle my treacle
22nd December 2016
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Enchanted heart light pulse no rein can quell
Moonbeam frenzy rippling through souls entwined
Dark midnight hour gasp a charmed sleigh bell
Golden whispers permeate our hub aligned
Pearl-eyed lustrous jinx free oath undersigned
We bare toe dash at wishful madcap pace
As eros leaves its comet far behind
Early red dawn passion etched in sheer lace
Spring day mystic zenith, her glow tone face
Closer to nirvana, deep first blush team
Eternal heaven, haunt, or secret space.
Breath of sky rapt tender link’s heady stream
Otherworld amidst engagement ring theme
Doves that skim and coo silver froth afloat
Bright souvenirs en route unveil a gleam
Sensual laughter spurs hypnotic note
blithely fosters harmonising fond quote
Erotic fervour cast your lucky shroud
O'er honeymooner’s trance on dream boat
Line 3
In diversities do we find varieties
Proving the infinity of The Creator.
For us these are but differences
To raise the sword to kill and claim.
Unwise not to know truth of our lives
Every crooked line is straight in parts.
As clock marks every tick in time
Every atom has moved as per a law
But our minds ignorant to fathom
But adamant on our derived faith.
We live in utter bias and are blind.
while we have the winter wind
summer is forgotten in the mind
and again when the summer comes
we say the worst summer in years
and yet again those winter days
summer is forgotten by the mass.
We live on by this pattern that suits
Deducing wishes from our dreams
But wishes do fail at times and fall
By our own unconvinced will to gain.
In this lone journey of imperfection-
towards the perfection we dream
we have the Nirvana of Buddha
we placed the creation in Brahma
we found the oneness in Allah
The fulfillment of love in Jesus.
one truth in so many ways to suit
yet we kill to hoist our own flags
Ignorant their colour is the same
The colour of the life giving blood
The colour of love, uniting us all.
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Distant green eyes view at snowy peaks.
On the candlelight, a deeply buried pain opens.
The words scattered across the face merge.
Open hearts in nirvana swim.
*
I paint the silence wisdom with a pencil
on the birch bark as it rains.
Your laughter with crystalline echo
has been haunting my soul for years.
*
Alone, you walk barefoot over the river sandbar.
The whiteness of your breasts is opium for green whirlpools.
Drops of summer rain
make you a million curls
that cover smooth shoulders.
*
I touch you by words.
My feet are trapped in the golden sand.
You're on the other side of the river
staring at the fruits of life.
You talk to me about a big life secret
which the murmur of waves is taking away
down the water, between the rocks.
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(“The Particle In The Wave”, 2018, original encaustic)
Down to Zero
In the great equation of Life
Everything eventually cancels out
As it naturally balances
And leaves us down to zero.
From the perspective of static
The dynamic is the illusion
From the perspective of dynamic
The static is the illusion.
Buddhism with its notion of a final Nirvana
Takes the former
Taoism with its effortlessly flowing Wu-Wei
Takes the latter.
That is the East, while in the West
This paradoxical duality is expressed
Succinctly by quantum physics
As the wave and particle nature of light.
The reality is always, of course, different
Than what we think, when we’re at zero
And left with what it means to be alive;
In work or play, depending on our view.
(7/21/25)