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the candle snuffed out long before the night was gone
sent shivers of darkness from a cracked thin chandelier
bemoaned life’s brevity and then succumbed to slumber
a scent of yesterday perfused the room with fragrance
of wishes burnt at lightning speed and molten wax
whispered to a waning moon’s request to grow anew
obscured by clouds fully bestowed with heavy vapour
the harlequin chanted songs of wisdom and temptation
half-naked images of the fool’s physique oozed wanton
jaded milestones jingled from his silver-coated necklace
his nubile fortune proud in the beauty of a timid glance
cast an eye of passion now that the light had given way
a sconce invited the cierge to bequeath a drop of hope
from his sceptre as he followed the bouquet of her lips
that whispered without a blush and accustomed to delight
ambrosia flowed from the flute of devotion as if to dance
within the shadow of a blossom ripe to spill and savour
their kisses forewent innocence to raise sweet sinless veils
01st November 2020
An epiphany dawns: practice the pause,
without stifling heart’s spontaneous vibe.
Our void-centric presence seeks no applause,
conditioned patterns choosing to proscribe.
Holding steady sconce of childlike delight,
suffused in mists borne by bliss magnetism,
in cave of heart, simply feeling God’s light,
dwelling in peace is our soul’s chosen ism.
Space in and around, hums with God’s power,
with which we are touched, blessed and unified.
His breath alone is that does empower,
so why should we behind mere symbols hide?
In vibrant stillness, rigidity thaws ~
An epiphany dawns: practice the pause.
path any, what is pointed to is this
simply enter silence, stop flow of time
that God’s magnetism may fill us with bliss
and vibrant heart heeds the sublime love chime
relinquishing each conditioned belief
softening attention and gentling touch
on its own consciousness turns a new leaf
breath by breath thanking God ever so much
layer by layer, the false falls away,
revealing our true Self as divine light,
rapturous in bliss mists by night and day,
holding firm sconce of love by day and night.
let not narrow ego cravings befool ~
love’s the only rule in this earth life school
The sconce opens with Mushtin and Scobell in a heated discussion about her duties and her new relationship( YinsTill is his name)
(the Well dressed woman wishes to seduce away her new lover might she become pregnant)
La cosa peggiore sono io che desidero averlo
il suo sorriso da baciare
che lei non sappia nulla
a lei il suo vantarsi di lui
e c'è un amore speciale
per cui io possa ridere e scrollarmelo di dosso
poi tutta sola
lui è mio
un sorrisetto o un sorriso
oh puttana tua
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Il peggio sono io
o dovrei osare
amare qualcuno
a cui sembra importare
il peggio sono io in queste circostanze
un bacio e un sussurro
uno sguardo giocoso
il peggio sono io
credere
che lui mi voglia bene
e non lasciarmi mai
essere così gentile
ricevere il suo amore
che mondo pensare
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Yins Till's Song
Il peggio sono io
che fingo di preoccuparmi
dell'amore delle donne
che sembro condividere
Il peggio sono io
che si sappia
in ogni tono
Il peggio sono io
che il mondo sappia
che un cattivo o un cattivo
l'amore rende tutto così
Wost is Me (ciercles,cercles)
Written By:
Cantor Scrivnota
"Bespoked"
Cantor Scrivinota
Dramma Giocoso
Due Dive e un Divo
" Grandest Show"
Haute Couture
a fashion model falls in love with
a Arch creator
but an Actress wishes
to become pregnant at the same time
that his fiancée does: in spite of anything
Her reasoning of doing is that she knew him first.
The scene is the actress holding a broom to the
woman suggesting she is a witch..
Ultra violet light is the sound of
the violens
and the woodwinds need the light
photosynthesis is heard int the flutes
down to the tubas
the percussions are the raindrops.
They hope to never expereince drought.
Il vero motivo per cui quest'opera fu scritta fu una battuta
fatta da Lord Enrico Ashton, che disse che
il modello aveva un sedere ossuto e che i due scandinavi avrebbero dovuto condividere un godemiché. He is to play the clown, he refuses to wear the waredrobe assigned to him.
He sneared with curses.
You’ve been given a deposit of faith
God has given ample from His bank
Do you have interest in paying any interest
Or do you doubt that there’s credit in your account
We’ve been gifted a onetime gift
There is no tax on a gift like this
This is fiscal, Christ’s service was sacrificial
This tributary of all fiduciaries is ancillary
Aside from the debt we owed
From His side the blood and water flowed
He died and He supplied all for what we’ve denied
It’s prepaid and our savings is in His life that down He laid
We are the beneficiaries of
God’s never ending attentive love
We borrow from His sorrow, the path is narrow
His capitulate stains are our eternal gains
It is His collateral and His claim
It is in the futures of all who call on His name
It wasn’t cost effective of being lost, and by His directive
The dividend, the down payment by His enslavement
But in this life, we will suffer loss and pain
Sometimes two backwards and one forward we crane
We have earned the income of death, that’s our wage
It's ok to whirl as this retirement plan is out of this world
(So don’t be inflated or impulsive
Give and give and give, ‘til it hurts give
Live and live and live, ‘til it hurts live
Satan’s been given for a sieve)
So, what’s your goal, what’s your plan?
Do you use your deposit of faith (from this God-Man)?
Do you use it for others, even your brothers?
Or do you live a cloistered life, what are your druthers?
So what’s your long-term goal for your soul?
Is it minimum wage or a maximum pay load?
The payout is God’s policy, for you and me
If we use our deposit to help others in need
So take stock in God’s surety
Find assurance in His security
Why do you wince look to Christ’s sconce
And what God’s has already counted and surmounted
Animating attention in thought rested stillness
Beauteous bliss beats ushers elixir of wellness
Cajoling head and heart to entwine as lovers
Decoyed not by deluded desire that hovers
Emerging from darkness emitting soul’s light
Forging a pact with heaven heightening delight
Garnering hitherto hidden wisdom by God’s grace
Hosting life flow with nonchalance, empty like space
Illuminating our core, holding truth in close embrace
Judiciously and mindfully treading softly on earth
Kiss of bliss renewing rapture in bubbling mirth
Luminescence of presence our quintessence
Magically manifesting love’s effervescence
Nameless, blameless soul, here for a sojourn
Osmotically draws magnetism, a benign bliss burn
Presence witnessing how our false self falls away
Quelling cravings of ego that causes us to sway
Recognising the truth of our Self in singularity
Sconce of love held firm in head-heart parity
Taming duality to get to crystal clear clarity
Understands that life is but a lucid dream
Venting emotes that our heart does stream
Waxing and waning as does the beauteous moon
Xenial vibrations assimilated that we joyously swoon
Yearning without desiring and seeking without craving
Zestful at all times, vibrance of bliss on heart engraving
Remember again how you use to skip Stone and watch the ripples just find their way to possibility's reach?
Conjoined concentric rings following after each other like meaning and gravitational direction-
Answering innate, unconscious questions.
An order that makes sense, of things.
Tied together with invisible string.
Concentric startlings, like Ducklings waddling-
their take on things.----
Eyes on the prize,
taking off into future flight,
in the image of their bossy Matriarch of dreams-
of understanding,
minding
their everything.
With nosey beak.
A no nonsense heart string",---
pulls them
line by line.
Alexandrias own--- built army marching.
In search of the Mystery.
Learning to fly,
to swim the air
But not in a chaotic way,
not in a meaningless splay,
but relative,
Each.
One?
Like those ripples breaking the stagnant silence.
The flame lighting the empty sconce.
The birds imitating the coming of the Lord, giving glory to the sky.
-V- for Victory.
A leader and it's wing?
Christening Spring.
For all to see.
Swimming the air
In synchronicity never wondering why
waves of frequency art, poetry-
Stages how everything relates
to everything.
One overlooking one,
one after the other.
Like something that comes naturally.
A Love that loves the lover.
Like a child that clings.
To Mother.
God IS integrity.
It is already done.
But the mirrors tear, you can see it Cascade, crystal clear, then gets misty and hides from. It's dear. Solitary one.
A Dawn to share.
Still, it waits for you, with all love,
See how God's integrity cares?
to be, by YOUR side.
Let God save your soul and see.
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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Writing Challenge - 'K' Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS, Rhymezone, PS Gramnar
Collaborating with the universe
Having manifested the this, here, now
Why not enjoy soft musings of our verse
That layered wisdom does by touch endow
Formless awareness and heart’s nonchalance
Shifts pure consciousness into witness mode
Holy Spirit our sconce, gentles response
The life we then live, is to God an ode
Over time, false identity recedes
We begin to employ mind of our heart
Soul presence follows wherever love leads
Breath by breath heart feels bliss ignition start
The pathless path which we embark upon ~
Needs ego shorn that soul be here reborn
Within the lucid dream, we played our role,
adapting to oscillations we caused,
being but a game for heart to feel whole,
repeating as refrains till thoughts were paused.
Such is as it is, as cause and effect,
wherein we’re both the dreamer and the dreamed,
for as long as desires frolic unchecked,
life after life upon earth will be streamed.
Notice how a flame flickers in the breeze
until the candle is placed in a sconce,
so likewise to be blissful and at ease,
let love ensconce heart, gentling our response.
Bilocating between form and vast space,
moment by moment, we imbibe God’s grace.