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Her eyes look up towards the amber skies
In solemn prayer before the Sun dies
Only to live again a zillion times
Prayer is not for the Sun as it climbs
Yet again setting the world's busy pace
Shining on the young girl's beautiful face
She pleads with the Lord, prays for her lover
To return, promised gifts to deliver
The long struggle for love is not over
Her lover is yet to come, moreover
Springtime's wasted, cold Autumn is on her
Pricking her like barbs for her to suffer
The lonely days in silent agony
Unable to withstand Antagony
From society, her family too
No wonder her staunch supporters are few
Days pass in the hope of a reunion
To spend the days with her loved companion
On a chilly morning, the post arrives
With the news of her lover's death, and drives
Her out of her mind into depression
Not many souls to shower compassion
Hopes ruined, dreams shattered she spent lonely nights
With all days in sorrow and sullen blights
The leaves of the trees were falling away
Tossed up and swirling to the ground each day
Winter's unkind drift cutting into skin
Like quickened knife unforgiving and mean
Where hope dies the will to survive is weak
If there's no will, there is no life to seek
The Sun rose marking yet another day
For all but the girl to no one's dismay
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We're made from stardust, I'm told.
A sparkling constellation of consciousness.
Battling one another, sniffing out the jugular.
Swirling toward the blackest hole.
God is out there. somewhere.
Kneading another star into form.
Tilling black skies, sprinkling seeds.
Watering the sprouts so perfectly.
Are we the forgotten ones?
The orb of cannibals and lambs.
Set ablaze in a pond of id and oily greed.
While hope turns its golden head.
Setting fire to silver seas.
Now the stardust is sprinkled in blood.
The scent blasting the nostril of God.
He rises slowly from the potter's wheel.
We've thoroughly reddened the eyes.
He dons a shawl of tiger stripes.
With one grand swipe, he separates the lavender of love.
From the chain of gnashing lies.
The flotilla of the climbing clouds slowly floats away,
embracing the azure of the end-summer’s ashen sky.
The beguiled birds bathe in the glint of the blue bay,
in the twilight gleam to their amber nest they all fly,
as autumn arrives with crystal ambiance on the sly.
The transparent threshold of the halcyon horizon
splits the spreading sunbeam in the spectrum of rays,
sparkling hues spilling from its palette paint the dawn.
Bowed down slender blades of the fawn grass sway
in the rippling air on the lap of meadow turning gray.
The pasture wears ornate crown of shining topaz dew,
flickering with the finesse of dawn’s chalcedony glow.
Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew,
dry trunks of the sepia trees standing on the soil fallow
hear in the rustle of golden leaves autumn’s footfall slow.
As the setting sun sets fire at the fringe of the serene sky,
making celestial surreal collage of vermillion ember bright,
under its crimson radiance I wait with the spirit rising high
to see the stars sprout high up in the pellucid autumn night,
in silver dust drizzle I long to be suffused with aura of delight.
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February 12, 2022
Contest : Quintain (English)
Sponsored by : Emile Pinet
And my body becomes the delicate flower which he takes up my scent by his instinct
He is breathing me in now sucking up my beauty as best his malignant will directs his olfactory---
I become a mission and the drives of millennium channeled int to this moment and billions of moments identical to this before it.., is setting the pace that clinks along like a metronome
As have a million Eyes watched a female click down the road her feet a rhythmic mechanical drum
tick tick tick
A vibration smelt and reverberated in the viscous pulse of multitudes
He sees the valleys and crevices rolling hills and wide plains of my flesh an eternity in the warmth of my flesh he feels all the past and his future rush before him like a vast expanse of space
He creates a home in my eyes an eternity in my thighs
color waves lengths I cannot see but know they exist spread over and through us as we perpetuate
The bees see flowers in patterns and hone in like the drone bees buzzing and humming buzz buzz buzzing along slipping down into the cloying throat of a damp flower..
Steadily carrying out tasks that necessitates the survival of their species
The eye of I drinks in the scene greedily faster it seems than the excitation the pudendal nerve sensory lets my conscious in on the little secret
I am mastered
We conspire with nature, we obey, we endure
And trillions of molecules cascades in to beauteous acts of life...
“In the depth of mind where happiness gleams
life is an immanent image called beauty.” – Quote by Poet
In translucent sapphire night,
the drizzle of argentine star dust,
symbolising the sequined epithet
of existential melodic vibrant essence,
adorns the pearl-laced waves
of the rolling sensuous sea of being,
that spreads seamlessly before me,
beyond the baroque shore,
where I saunter with me
in the corridor of the musical mind,
trace the tune of soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
in the chromatic trellis of the setting sun,
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my diaphanous dreams,
weaved as the tapestry of fantasy
with the lattice of sanguine imagery.
The surreal strings design the splendor
of the charismatic rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the living concert,
makes me feel fascinated the vibrato of life.
In the stalled turbulent times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into lyrical crescendo of consciousness concerto.
On its sonorous whistling wings
I fly in the perception sky of rhapsodic sonata,
to the harmonic realm of euphoria,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a song I should sing now.
February 24 Relationship to God Bible Meditations
Based on Deuteronomy 29-31
Key Verse– Deuteronomy 29:13 That he may establish thee to day for a people unto himself, and that he may be unto thee a God…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY LIFE ESTABLISHER
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, strengthening me by Your covenant
Thank You for calling me to be Your child, despite being sinfully repugnant
So I can experience Your miracles, powerfully dominant…
Please always lead me to Your will, away from becoming stagnant.
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, setting me to prosper by Your nourishing
Thank You for carrying me to Your refuge, sheltered for peace-relishing
So I can exercise separation against temptations’ pushing…
Please always let me rise up toward worship-flourishing.
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, satisfying me by Your compassion
Thank You for cleansing from filthiness of transgression
So I can exalt Your name with my praises’ jubilation…
Please always liberate me against entanglement of worldly distraction.
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, seeking me to walk in Your ways
Thank You for cheering me up by Your kindness all through the days
So I can express my love for You along Your truth-mercy rays…
Please always listen to every time my spirit prays.
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, showing me Your goodness
Thank You for correcting me every time I fail You in my unfaithfulness
So I can examine myself according to Your laws’ clearness…
Please always light my way as I learn from Your graciousness.
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, shaping me up along biblical service
Thank You for carving me with Your grace along stewardship-bliss
So I can expose myself toward faithful ministerial practice…
Please always lengthen my faith’s endurance while I trust Your promise.
Lord God, You are my life Establisher, securing me by Your Book’s authority
Thank You for chastening me of my disobedience toward repentance-sincerity
So I can expect for Your Word’s wisdom toward my spiritual integrity…
Please always link me to Your heart for my devotion’s stability.
February 24, 2023
If stars could see the sun~
slurping the grunglethorp grains
from sweat-soaked streams,
purging puddles of blurmorgris,
you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony
of my intestines churning chyme
into acidic rhymes~
releasing piled pain upon
a peezling palette of biled ballads.
But why are the whistling whirls
tangled in throttled thickets,
weeping amidst the periwinkle werifesteria,
grooving to the garglesome wind
that suffocated the cartilage
within the dry throat of wilderness~
ready to lure purple, perplexed pupils
to the reeking ruins of once upon
a rosy rendezvous,
where picturesque polaroids
of thanatophobic thistles
fear the pungent aroma
of decayed desires~
drenched in the stale shadows
of whiskey specters,
cloaking wisteria wishes
fluffed with puffs of fluorescent fleur,
designing a sky dressed
in the darkest dews of rainbow rhinestones.
So let the grotesque seeds
of passion-fruit moon
embrace the fossilized fragrance
of fated flames,
flickering mercuric beams
splattering grubblortz
sherbet of seven stars,
for between the rising of blortmusk blurs
and setting of fermented fog
you will see the light~
awakening the parietal lobe
of cracked constellations,
merging rivers and lakes
like the calloused corpus callosum,
while mumbling gibberish in
sheer eloquence…
If to live,
I shall master the sticky sails
across saccharine deceit,
I will forever steer
letters glazed with remnants of pests
to land in a canvas of magnified grey matter,
an embodiment of an aesthetic disaster.
A stoic
shall wear
it like a smuggled soldier,
masquerading eclipsed heartbeats
with crystal-clear
carpe-diem calligraphies,
until the sun and moon forget
the putrid recipe
of a philosophical ponderer,
waltzing through
corridors of cathartic crumble,
frogs cradling crashed
comets dusted with cosmic chemicals
regurgitating unicorn droppings
and cavalry waste.
Felt you coming to take the breath right out of me
Replaced; with your soft essence reflectivity
You are my mirror of fire, my heart's twin flame
Had I never come about you in this life; I would never be the same
A constant will, for you to be happy; is my shining rubidium
Your guidance led me too; challenging my life's intrinsical; idiom
I am a better version of myself; my souls beloved reflection
A shimmering example of needing belief; in you retrospection
You are my synchronicity; our connection once filled with joyful mimicry
If my life had never come about you, I'd never be the same internally
We were not meant to burn down for eternity in a soulmates; candelabra
Our separations design happens; before, irremediable palabra
White sheets; sturdy sticks, each of us holding on tight, with one hand as we surrender
We may later ask why, but the conclusion; our surrendered ends, are the answer
Hope you see the growing forgiveness, I found in you; understanding all of me
An awakening of peace; we could only know, all ways setting each other free
When rollerblading I threw out my back.
A sidewalk bump sent me off the track.
On the way home I had felt out of whack.
Did extra stretches to create motion slack.
But the lumbar pain would come and go.
My posture suddenly elderly, a pain show.
When walking I’ll hobble around all decrepit.
My legs uncooperative and are full of quit.
Pain shifted from lower back to the right hip.
Triggered by a sidewalk crack and near trip.
To get around I grab walls and solid furniture.
At this point the best way to treat I am unsure.
Can hardly dress myself or grasp stuff nearby.
Pain reaches points I think I’m ready to die.
People squirm seeing me in this weak state.
With an elite fitness regimen, it’s karmic fate.
Asking for my wife to get stuff out of reach.
When not overwhelmed, she can be a peach.
Such a contrasting dynamic from my before.
Winning fitness challenges by shocking score.
High volumes of pushups, burpees & squats.
Frequent strengthening and stretching shots.
But I learned one misstep can derail the train.
Workouts get suspended when in bad pain.
The worried looks on faces is a reversal.
When before I was awaiting a rehearsal.
For a professional pushup competition.
Now totally beyond my comprehension.
So I’ll patiently await the results of the tests.
Wondering if I’ll get back to setting my bests.
Willing to settle for the ability to just walk.
Surprised with all the agony I can still talk.
Took a needle to the joint to get some relief.
Hoping it helps my body going through grief.
Trying to inhale but keep holding my breath.
Suddenly understand why people chose death.
Constant pain totally changes life’s direction.
Only way to resolve is with medical inspection.
So I hope and pray it clears up pretty soon.
Because right now I’m as useful as a buffoon.
Born five score minus seven years ago
minus attaining age of centenarian
father of civil rights movement,
the revered Martin Luther King Junior
honored as benevolent demigod figure
to the oppressed African American population
without whose bold risks
and subsequent brutal assassination April fourth
ninety sixty eight at the hands
of a crazed gunman (James Earl Ray),
whereby all the King's men
and all the King's horses...,
still aghast at tragic event
while reverberations felt forty two years later,
where embedded white privilege
begets continued racial strife
analogous to uncorked raging tempest
saddling people of color to human bondage
(no matter ponying up excellent equestrians),
nevertheless wrought empowerment
advancing cherished dreams
of slaves recent descendents
allowing, enabling and providing
once attainable aspirations
only bestowed upon
the self anointed masters and early settlers of
the virginal North American contiguous land mass
yet…generations prior
to this prestigious public personality
Abolitionists pitted themselves
against the institution of slavery
incrementally raising awareness
regarding the abomination
forced servitude incurred on those shackled
thus setting the stage
for this grandson of A.D. Williams
a rural parsonage,
who ministered spiritual support
for the small congregation
(initially only thirteen members)
comprising attendants at
Ebenezer Baptist church in Atlanta Georgia
setting precedent for freedom