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You carry to my lips
The taste of honey and lemon,
My mystical love.
I feel you within me like a cresting wave,
Like the sun spilling gold on a lake,
Like a field full of birds
Rising as one into the sky.
You inhabit every part of me.
With soft fire I burn,
You carefully attendant on the flame,
Eyes soothing like a late spring breeze,
Skin white, soft as a lotus flower,
The fire burning brightly just below the tender petals.
The soft sigh of your breath
Stirs all the joy I can carry up from the depths of me,
In those cliffhanging moments
When all movement resolves to rapture,
We trembling at the peak, then starting to descend -
The sound of your sighing
Makes the stars burn all the brighter for me.
Through you I see this life
Dressed in all the beauty it can bear.
Small wonder then, this adoration of mine,
For you, my mystic love.
(Colino)
so you say you have no memory
of the last day you were friends with me
no link to help remembering
your brain can't give you anything
conclusion, you are clueless
your memory is useless
and you can't give your own story
nor pick out bits most surely
so you can offer nothing
your brain don't bring a thing
unaware or emptied
or with a truth which you're hiding
yet when I talk of incidents
the memories I'm recalling
you claim they never happened
and from my delusion they are spawning
you have no argument or alternative
just denial and diversion
questioning my sanity
YET YOU HAVEN'T YOUR OWN VERSION
But this is my one story,
never one before it,
a mystery for 14 years
when I was never talking
and in that time you stayed confused
as do all with me removed
you paint the scene I WAS SENSELESS
no logic to include
it passed the cause away from you
handing out bits others chew
you need them to think as you do
to be believed as now I'm refused
I tell them you manipulate
but I just get ignored
and even though they read this mate
it won't impact their thoughts
(Colino, Dom, Kev)
you 3 have no story
just denial and diversion
and people just ignore me
judgement through perversion
logically you're logicless
but all think that that is me
ignorance is really bliss
as is stupidity
people near or close to you
are stood to close to see
whilst everyone around the world
see differently with ease
you have no memory or logic
and claim delusion is with me
to those not involved it's obvious
you're just gaslighting me
*for Colino, Dom, Kev, and all the people believing them blindly judging me,
a person to whom you never speak yet judge assuredly.
they gaslight and manipulate, getting you as they got me
don't tell me my logic's gone, where is theirs, it's them you all believe
and Susan isn't validation, she knows as much as you,
like you she seeks from them, and like you don't come to me.
How rude to call me a lying delude
it's my life, and you weren't there
reality for me but just a tale to you
no response needed
you judge me without me involved
I've no influence on what resolves
from now on I AM NOT INVOLVED
with contamination they evolve
If you feel we evolve by chance,
here’s something that you must decide:
the type of steps that you will dance
explaining how blood cells divide.
Now only mammals do this split
which seems odd on the face of it.
For surely wings need oxygen
in the same way; where to begin?
See, mammals have erythrocytes
That have to squeeze in places tight.
Apparently, they found it scary
traveling the capillaries.
And so, it’s said, mutation error
found a way to meet this terror:
eject the red cell nucleus
and slide on through without the fuss.
Capillaries in a mammal:
needle’s eye through which a camel
passes, so the logic jumps:
just remove those great big humps!
And so is formed an apparatus
in an instant, all for gratis.
But wait! No, Darwin’s change evolves
through incremental change, resolves.
First the stem cells must divide
since capillaries are too wide.
Then, as we’ve discussed,
they must pinch off the nucleus.
To do this, cells must build a ring
That somehow pushes everything
within the cell all to one side,
constricting forces, slow applied.
A soft spot in the wall then sprouts;
the nucleus gets pushed right out.
Pinched out just like a bit of dough:
it takes ten minutes, rather slow.
From here, it seems, we pick the best:
enucleated blood cell test.
There cannot be an in-between,
emerging slowly on the scene.
It must appear in one fell swoop
for Darwin filters out the soup,
discarding any useless bits,
unfinished intermediates.
The magnitude of change required:
too great for chance; time has expired.
This leads some learned folk to say
it must have been designed this way.
Two minds are on a course
For destruction today
One is a garden untended
Now grown over and infested
It has been too busy to notice the gradual decay
And now cannot seem to escape
It surveys the scene to find only neatly manicured lawns
Had it looked closely it may have noticed that none of what it saw was there
The second never thinks to look inside
It only looks out to see other minds and thinks it is certainly the most fine
It resolves to apply its considerable skills to seduce, cajole, threaten, control
To if necessary destroy and finally preside over all encountered minds
Had it looked closely it too may have noticed
That none of what it believed it saw was true
The second mind is a Horror
So far from its own truth aware
It undertakes a twisted mission
To lead others from theirs
The first mind then is tragically misled
It cannot see past its weeds
To its beauty
And delivers itself to its end
June 7, 2018
Like the seraphs whose wings unfold,
Christ's light and glory goes not untold;
as the love of his humble grace
moves inside me all time and space,
as the planets orbit heaven's sun
and encircle it one by one--
so, too, am I caught in his sway,
beloved of him from day to day.
Through hosts of astral dimension
God's angels fix their attention
with expectancy and burning pause
around the universe's First Cause.
He, the one true Incarnation
that begets cosmic causation,
resolves the Infinite Regress
from the pre-Socratics' egress
with his omniscient wisdom
and the archives of his kingdom
where all can come and read and know
what miracles he'll yet bestow.
What better way is there
To express the feeling
Than with the words,
Agonizing, awful words,
That infest one’s thoughts
When the feeling arises?
“Why am I never taken seriously?”
“Why did I ever think I could do it?”
“How could I have let this happen?”
“This is why they don’t want me around.”
“I’m such an idiot.”
“I’m such a living joke.”
No one particular incident causes this,
No specific error consistently floods the brain
With the inky blackness of despair,
For even the simplest mistakes
Send one plunging into the abyss.
And all too often, it happens that
The only solution one resolves upon
Is to retire in bleak isolation
With the dim, loosely founded hope
That you will forget about it soon enough.
The poem that I write,
Is the one that I fantasize of writing
The one that my muse, celestial being
Made of mysterious essence,
Regards as the celebration of my fall,
Here, in a world devoid of meaning!
This poem recounts of how
The shadows of my life
Get dissipated
As love resolves its senseless issues,
And kisses its broods
With the lips of my passionate tugs!
This poem recounts of how
The climb back to the heavens
Will be smooth,
Laden with light hearts,
Laughing souls,
And fragranced with flowers,
All having true and pure love,
Engraved on their petals!
This poem recounts of how
The life that I lived here
Turned out to be magical
Having, as guide, the angels,
Who kept whispering to my ears
That I am to keep on believing in faith,
That I am to bear in mind,
That the cause of life
Remains the ascent into the spiritual realm!
This poem recounts of how
The bits and the pieces of my toils here
Had their own purposes,
And how,
They helped me build myself up
Into what I ended up being,
A Goddess, fallen, for the sake of love,
But saved, by the comforting arms
Of that same love!
Pray, this poem is a celebration love
Though it be written today,
Someday,
I shall read it to Love,
And tell him,
I kept my hope high,
I kept treading in marshy lands,
I kept swimming with sharks
And I kept having dinner with vipers,
Knowing that somehow,
Someday,
Your grey veil of negativity
Would be lifted
And you would pull me
Into the garden of eternity
As it was deemed
By the Gods themselves!
3 September 2019
Dreams of treasures and material things
Cause us to heed the loud voice of reason
While true dreams – the ones with gentle wings
Enchant the heart with love for a season
Hope alive with bright hue who sweetly sings
Sighing soft on winds of faith that breeze in
The New Year resolves whisper to my soul
Assuring that my life has a good goal
Some resolutions are based on lost hopes
Visions from within that fill hearts with grace
Mourning follows the assurance who mopes
Warming the secret thoughts with an embrace
Showing ideas on how the heart copes
Making aware of the ways we can face
The New Year with resolutions assured
Sentimental thoughts sought to be endured
Brilliant wishes color hearts with splendor
Vivid emotions murmur with kindness
Vision paves the way for the contender
Passions encourage sweet refinedness
Breathes of light capture all who surrender
Yearning for those who don’t have a blindness
The New Year pledges often bring a peace
Since much past grief we finally release
Isaiah 43:19
King James Version
Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert
The lovely lilt of waves.
Keen lullaby of waves.
Idyllic fingernails —
the crest of each curt wave.
Her blue diamond eyes.
Kind blinking of the waves.
Soft palms against the boat -
a blond with gentle waves.
And cosseting the hull —
firm arms beneath the waves.
The wind picks up in speed.
Hear screeching of the waves.
Like sharks with teeth, bare gums,
the multitude stirs waves.
The dreaded beasts with claws.
No fish tread in these waves.
Into the sailor’s throat,
the sirens toss the waves.
The capsized boat slow plays
a dirge of captured waves.
For Fred was caught in net.
The moon resolves the waves.
6/7/2019
“Let silence teach”, the master said
“that soul may be by God’s hand fed,
whence graced by His touch, we ascend,
on choosing to be by love led.”
Inertia cajoles us to blend
with the crowd that we may defend,
attachments to which our heart clings,
though all that begins will soon end.
Time holds its breath when our heart sings
and it is in these little things,
moments when our ego dissolves,
from our very core, soul’s light springs.
When head to heart power devolves,
the scent of love conflicts resolves,
whence thus doing nothing at all,
our true Self as God’s spark evolves.
When we see, we know and recall,
our luminous Self standing tall
and breathless beholding this sight,
we’re blown away in a bliss squall.
Wonderstruck beholding God’s light,
the flame that banishes the night,
we are at peace, feeling complete,
heart dancing with unbound delight.