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Space-time is a cage within which we dwell,
which we can exit whenever we choose,
for which ego cravings we must first bell,
that bliss magnetism becomes our heart’s muse.
There’s a world outside and a world within,
so if we but prioritise God-search,
free from fear and desire, soul cleansed of sin,
God’s love peace dove does then in our heart perch.
Our thoughts silenced, space and time disappear,
yet as formless presence we still exist,
swathed in God’s light, for we are to Him dear,
where we feel complete, with no to do list.
Silence unshackles us from our mind tree ~
When the ego dies, our soul is set free
Dipping in and out of spectrum of light,
which vibration should we prioritise,
given all heart seeks is heightened delight,
whilst mind is prone to weigh, measure and size?
Befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
sans thought flow, ego cravings too recede
and no longer by illusions decoyed,
light of Self manifests, taking the lead.
Divine entwined, now aligned with God’s mind,
benign bliss burns reshape our body urn
transforming us to be loving and kind,
reclaiming soul’s light as we slowly learn.
Life as impulsed will play out in space-time
but we’re enraptured by love’s sublime chime.
“History repeats itself” maxim left on the shelf
No need for stealth just heft of greed for wealth
No mystery the majority indeed bereft in ill health
Impropriety & notoriety prism creates a schism
Entirety debunked by a flunked junk catechism
Society sobriety shrunk by punch drunk fascism
Train wreck of tech titans us brassic just terrorism
Insane vortex vexes our cortexes classic botulism
Tyrannosaurus rex in vain Jurassic park tourism
Anxiety rapacious due to mendacious barbarism
Fiefdoms harbinger of doom & noxious nepotism
Not a hunch us all sunk crunch time for exorcism
Evangelist narcissist mist does persist the gist
Not a balm or spreading alms just a call to arms
In true fashion religion does ration compassion
America in flux the crux once more is Klu Klux
Ice trucks of vice blunder shoot lame ducks
Plunder and cast asunder all about the bucks
Prioritise unity of community blunts vicious stunts
Demonise pernicious lies and their power blunts
Criticise avaricious demise that liberalism shunts
Scores of grunts from EU being treated like runts
Learn fast the answers are in the past Europe hunts
History bores are right don’t fight wars on 2 fronts
the class
of summer fifty five
left to ply
their business lives
the office partners just two
pens pencils nearly-new
clerking the lowest
of the low
daily drudgery
reality soon shone thru'
down the cellar
my steps did wend
scuttle filled fires to tend
the 'old man ' yelling
'ere lad chop chop
get me baccy
from t'corner shop
wait-on
tea-break brews'
in a stew
bellow the back-office crew
one more task
to get done
for the partner's son
another errand no time to chat
he'd forgotten the fish
for his wife's cat
then
the switchboard clicked
the doorbell chimed
skills to learn juggle prioritise
which to choose to attend
mail in the tray
still to send
whew!
nearly five knock-off time
in view
just one task still to do
fetch the 'boss's evening news
was this really
the career to choose
The mountains engulf and embrace me,
Like the sun shining through a window,
Pulverising the darkness and gloom,
With hopefulness and truth,
Making me aware of my possibilities,
Not numerous but few -
Allowing me to choose between two.
I prioritise, and focus just on one goal,
Resolve to achieve my ambition,
Find in myself my actions and am spurred on,
To proportion the gulf which stares up at me:
The chasm flees when normal people interact;
The unsaid but spoken disappears instantly,
Providing me with care constantly.
The view exists as humankind exists,
But while many people beg to differ with one another,
Nature eats up those who can't be edified -
Those who augment it with a god to trace,
Whatever is said, whatever is done,
Mustn’t be normal, easy - natural,
But rather should be contrived and conventional.
That we evolved is dear and liberating,
As a lover who wets her beholder’s cheek:
Faithful relationships soothe our spirits,
Connecting us with nature and public;
I know I came from the mountains and the hills,
From which I take courage, vigour and have duty,
From rugged, sheer beauty.
Is this beauty crude, or does it manage,
The looks of my accusers who bare me?
It dismisses them with assumptive glare,
Kindness gently certifies their stabbing buzz,
Until heaven and hell are constructs waiting to touch:
Which, but for the inside’s surmise, will indeed myself mar,
And but for my silent thoughts, which do the spartans bar.
The view also relinquishes flightiness for me to pour,
Over the collars of the parallel and the same:
Marched in by sociopathers, the directors of freedom;
I receive from naturalism’s stance, it's posit,
Billowing amounts of heart, drive and chance,
And decide to accept the opportunities which will embrace -
In concern - with well-being, affection and grace.
My suspicions, intentions and instincts see the complex,
How it should be deconstructed, with pleasure,
Out with the validated by a clergyman or Christian leader,
Who evince as harder and more boring than nails;
What entails then stimulates on into waving meadows,
And so, not silenced by the silence I sit in having cried -
Feeling accepted and taken - I'm respected to them deride.
When we are driven by greed and not need,
heart is consumed by cravings of ego
and although conscience continues to plead,
demons of desire we’re loathe to forgo.
If we but take time out and gentle thought,
shifting inward our attention focus,
we find we’re at peace, no longer fear fraught,
ambling joyfully along love’s locus.
Our soul becomes what we prioritise,
so if God search is our quest, let fears rest
and renounce desires as do sages wise,
that we may be by caress divine blessed.
There are no shortcuts; we must walk the talk ~
Choose love and light, oh hermit; do not balk
If they come ? They will come ...for one of us !
Forceful to take over
Offering strikes of violent torchered wars .
For if they will come ? They will come for one of us !
Claiming to prioritise our human behaviour action's
In life ...of our yesterday into our today's
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Ready they will be standing bold in absurd form ready
To hear ,no negotiation , peace bell rolling off
Our hearts soul of human tongue.
For war and punishment is all they already have in mind.
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Aggressive tactics...they are willing to explore .
Snatching our humanity , while they delivering their
Intergration war upon our human right's
For its empathy they lack and trauma
Pain is all they willing to serve in an
Empty prison sell , with no Lock's nor chains
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Knowing they have to auto flame ,booms of fear
For our voices is no longer ours, our tongues
Along with thought's ,they have stolen away and the law of injustice gloom over the world ,darker then the living day .
For if they come ? They will come for one of us !
Take stock of whats truly important
Open your heart and eyes
Don’t bicker and sweat the small
Just take stock and prioritise
Injustice runs rife on our earth
Wars, loss, human cries
Despicable acts of cruelty
Just take stock and prioritise
Put your energy into what truly matters
Be compassionate, kind, wise
Focus on being positive
Just take stock and prioritise
In the big picture of life
Let go or ignore small differences that arise
Be the bigger and better person
Just take stock and prioritise
If one-upperence is that important to you
Take a good look at yourself here applies
Give our world, people in need your attention
Just take stock and prioritise!
Dying in silence
Smiling in pretence
Living life in absence of the moment
Faded passion in obscured expression
No place of joy in your endeavors
Life to you seems living to see each passing day
You can't wait to see the clock tick
Every seconds is lengthened
Each minutes is flaccid
The hour is out of it
So it makes the day look hectic
You are ageing before your very own eye
Its telling on you I can see it all over you
Its not your fault
Because that's not you by default
it won't bring you to halt
If you use the alternate alt
Where have you lost it?
When did you lost it?
How did you lost it?
Can I help you find it?
You may need some time in solitudes
To ponder on what matter most to you and ask what on earth am i living for
Whatever overwhelmed your thought
Is a conviction to buy at every cost
Take your time and prioritise your interest
It may demand you share with a trusted friend or anyone who can help
The most important is that you find your place in passion and cling to it.
Don't loose the vibe
Just subscribe
To the aforementioned prescribed
And live a positive mental life
Here is passion calling for attention
Yell at it and scream where have you been
With a smile fling at your lost passion
purpose is passion in action
© spark thots
I don’t know how but I messed things up with you
funny thing is you messed it up too
I could tell you things about you
you could tell me things I do
Let’s be honest it’s too late to be honest
waited too long now
what was wrong has gone
two men couldn’t mend a friendship because two men got offended
Both eager to talk their own angle both too angry to hear and help handle
both reeling their own problems there’s no seeing beyond them
conversations nope,
confrontation, smoke dope
passing situations
so friendship wasn’t broke
Sober up alone
more confusion
stress prone
collision as both prioritise their own but never be addressed
suppressed
no sorry would fly
both think why?
needing each other on side
best friends for life
denied
put those inward questions
outward would have never said goodbye