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Under the delicate veil of reality, unseen worlds weave webs of mystery,
There, beneath the clear surface, lie extinguished universes, full of hidden stories.
I floated like a child in a dream, feeling the call of these distant realms,
With no proof in hand, just a deep premonition that magic and mystery walk hand in hand.
In the blue sky and the scent of flowers, there are mirrors of hidden goodness,
But in the same breath mingles a wild force, a pain that kisses the edge of being.
Every petal that unfolds under the sun hides a shadow of old, forgotten times,
A dance of secret degradation, painting the world in hues of melancholy.
Under the starry mantle of enchanted nights, when the stars pour into unknown waters,
We feel the echo of another existence, a deep murmur that disturbs our peace.
And thus, in every blooming flower, in every dream that takes flight,
Light and darkness mix, writing an unwritten story of an unseen destiny.
Our lives are symptoms of an ancient spell, a dance of shadows and light,
Where beauty and suffering entwine in a world of shimmering metaphors.
We are but travelers through these constellations hidden beneath the daily venom,
Wandering through worlds of curves and extinguished fires, seeking a revived dawn.
Our eyes are gates to those parallel universes,
Where every moment of joy is shadowed by a tear of eternity.
We are born from stars, but carry within us the ashes of extinguished galaxies,
And in the infinite waltz, we laugh and cry, gathering star memories in unknown hearts.
So, when we gaze at the sky, the blooming, and hear the silence of enchanted nights,
Let us know that beneath every heartbeat lies a flicker of unseen sadness,
That beauty and pain are two mirrored skies,
And only by accepting this dual symphony can we understand the deep magic of life.
In temples forgotten by time, in rivers singing old ballads,
We find echoes of those deep realms, where light and shadow dance together,
And thus, in every moment of life, in every childhood dream,
We learn that magic hides precisely in this ethereal duality.
Let us live, then, with hearts open to both beauty and pain,
To seek those secret worlds beyond the daily veil,
And to breathe their magic, letting our hearts sing,
Even when the echoes of pain whisper their old secrets under enchanted skies.
Proceeding further voids the non-existent warranty on your sanity remaining intact afterwards.
I feel like a shred of confetti
Anchored by cotton knotted
To a strong, steel chain
Fused with a great grain of pain
Cast in a vast castles grave
Of felled shells, long dead
Whose bones become my bed.
I really, really must confess
I use better bones for my bread
I really must confess
That bread is not the best.
I really feel like screaming
As my clenched cheeks cling
To a complicated thing
Effervescing
From my minds twisted guts
Into incontinent pants
I imagine I’m wearing.
I really, really must confess
My mind's become one mucked-up mess!
I really must confess
This mess does not smell the best.
I don’t sleep in sand beds
Or soil shorts made of thoughts
But my baking is to die for
So sign here before you taste
These sweet and sour soul cakes
Whose recipe of joy and dread
Imparts more bang than bone bread!
I really, really must confess
I love my minds mad caress
I really must confess
Its caress feels senseless.
If symptoms persist, please consult the appropriate health care provider.
THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP
Anita’s eyes were brown.
She was the kindest of angels.
Her speech firm with authority
but reassuring with a glass- like
sensitivity; she seemed to know all.
Prompt as a rooster's first crow,
that's how she is.
She stands like a lioness
ever ready to act, a channel
to prolong the patient's life.
Her heart is a captive cog
of dedicated compassion:
as a wife, as a mother, as a Dean,
Professor, and as a nurse.
She stood always regal in white.
Bearing a sanction of life and death
with each shot made by her gentle hands.
She had Tiger eyes for signs and symptoms;
sponges to absorb order and pressures,
she was simply a lamp for a sick person.
Our batch, she handles with iron fist.
Labeled as "black sheep" – for some of us
are noisy cans but empty inside.
Black sheep but later turned into
the cream of the crop. She stood as
our Samson pillars then despite canyons of
doubts and critiques, our batch defies the odds.
Yet, one day a snapshot happened –
She fainted while teaching.
She was brought to the hospital,
scrutinized and observed like
the frog in my sophomore year.
I was one of the nurses who rendered care.
I watched, how the shining light in her eyes
turned to stormy sadness. I have heard
how her sturdy voice now sounded
a tattered tape only syllables and groans,
no more. Her before supple glowing skin
turned a wrinkled ash — all tautness gone.
Finally, she needs only bags of blood
in two days her life passed my Anita...
_______________________________________________________
Sponsor Thomas Martin
Contest Name Show but Don't Tell
Placed 3rd...
O.E. Guillermo
5:15 pm, May 19, 2015
"Softly the Light Arrives"
Conduit opening
souls transfigure
sold on free will
emancipated
in
time
revolutionary
the higher self is found
the connection aligns
love
unconditional
harmonized
ascension,
softly the light
arrives
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Isn't It Lovely"/ Billie Eilish
https://youtu.be/xirk18P889U
transfigure
verb.
transform into something more beautiful or elevated.
ascension
"Spiritual Ascension is the expansion of consciousness. It could also go by other names such as Spiritual Awakening or Enlightenment. This process doesn’t happen all at once. Instead it is a constant layering to give you the chance to adjust to the energy requirements of the different frequencies. As you ascend you realize that everything that exists is somehow interconnected to the whole.
Through this Spiritual Ascension process, your energy and vibration is becoming lighter, your consciousness is expanding and your thoughts, and beliefs about life are taking on a new meaning. Your emotions, and those of others, become understood from a deeper level and you go through life with more ease and joy.
But this adjustment can be uncomfortable and cause “ascension symptoms” as a result of holding on to limitations and resistance. For the highly sensitive individual, the ascension process can be a bit more challenging as emotional trauma, that became stuck in their energy field, comes up for clearing. This clearing may slow you down as it works through the density created within you, but it is a very important process because it allows space for higher consciousness light to enter."
https://www.theopenspirit.com/ascension-symptoms.html
Ascension
meaning
https://www.yourdictionary.com/ascension
Blogger, Charles Einstein
https://charleseisenstein.org/short-reflection-essays/ascension/
Blogger, Slade Robinson
https://sladeroberson.com/blog/technology/is-humanity-ascending-or-what.html
Theosophy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Initiation_(Theosophy)
Conception : bloodline memory, generational sin, twisted inheritance : whispers ,”you can’t choose, you won’t win,”.
Facing internal overflow, remains too high a goal , what is sown will surely grow.
Generations of people failing connect to correct what has happened; unfortunately will now become what is.
Self hate solidifies the ick, that eats the body from within. That elephant in the room, slowly begins to suffocates Gods knit together creation .
A babe born, a family riddled with chains unbroken: symptoms and signs slow and hidden,
such as a whiny child with unkept hair, with a restlessness , with desperate cries for attention.
This is not a child’s load to bare .
Disease lurks and feeds off of parental avoidance of their own adolescent despair.
DNA limitations and generational sin, oozes under layers of tissue, bone and skin. Producing generations of cancer, diabetes, depression al etched deep within.
Red flag warning: This is how it is , this how it’s been.
Genetically Hardwired to deceive , as the previous generations suffered immoral consequences, justifications and disease: all caused by generations of sin.
Bolstering belief that this family bloodline was created from sin.
Children are born and are meant to be essential,
Instead the light in their soul is dimmed
they have no idea that they hold unlimited God given potential.
Without someone to say, enough is enough,
This has to stop ,
the silent killer will continue with this notion
That No one in this family has any right to healthy promotion
Generational sin has been well camouflaged
Throughout the years of established wrongs and settled acceptance .
A routine life that consists of mediocre song and dance.
Don’t be fooled by this , you don’t have to remain in that dark grip,
you don’t have to accept what your parents and grandparents thought and did. Turn around and face your inner demons ,
Imposed limitations and generational sins
And say, “ I’m done, no more living this way, I’m gonna win, and overcome what my past generations have settled with, silently accepted sin. “
I am not talking about the movie but a psychological phenomenon.
People have a sixth sense that guides your daily decisions.
You don’t know you have it, as it’s based in your subconscious mind,
Where past experiences and mistakes record as clear visions,
However your conscious mind only registers these memories as part of a picture.
It guides you to turn a specific way when you have never been there before,
When meeting someone new, like my future husband, made me realize he was who I would marry.
I haven’t seen God but he/she must exist as I’ve seen work that only a supreme being can do.
It helps you to contact a potential employer just the right time for a job interview.
For others, it may be getting a feeling of foreboding prior to a bad experience or
It’s knowing that your child is really sick without any clear symptoms.
It is why someone chooses a specific profession and they end up being really good in that job.
When a decision must be made, you somehow just know how to make it.
Our reactions are based on our modified memories and subliminal sounds.
Some call this a hunch, gut-reaction, while others call it intuition or instinct.
I believe it is our sixth sense and one of our most important characteristics of humans,
It is what makes us choose the fork in the road less travelled.
Makes us second guess our decision or just know that it is the right decision.
Somehow knowing from the moment our feet hit the floor, it is a good day and things will be alright.
Written July 29, 2011
Contest "Who am I"
Placement 10th
Cancer Critter runs rampant
It wanders our earth and kills
Still unable to erase it completely
Not sure we ever will?
Cancer Critter can be deadly
If bitten you are seriously unwell
Symptoms are often silent
Often no way to tell
If you or someone you love are bitten
It’s a frightening time for sure
Your mind completely overwhelmed
With fear, uncertainties, questions galore
The road ahead will be long
There will be a battle to fight
Some succumb to the Cancer Critter
Others survive its nasty bite
Cancer Critter is repulsive
It’s so ugly and black
It creeps around finding victims
Then quietly attacks……
Take care and just beware
Monitor the best you can
Be mindful of the Cancer Critter
Critical we rid it from our land
~~Hyper Suggestion~~
I went to the doctors just the other day
It was just for a check up, that’s all I can say
I sat in the waiting room waiting my turn
The magazines were still ten years old so nothing new to learn.
I looked at and started to read the notice board
I noticed the posters with diseases -and they struck a chord
Could you have bowel cancer the first one did query?
Is your poo loose or do you go more often, if so there’s a theory
You might have bowel cancer, check your poo for blood
How nice! I scanned another poster quickly while I could.
Obesity could this be you?
It causes heart disease, diabetes and cancer too.
My eyes scanned the board for something else to read
Ladies have you got ovarian cancer? These signs you must heed
Do you feel full after just a little food?
Do you feel bloated and not at all in the mood?
The bell went my turn had come, I walked through the door
Good morning said the doctor what are you here for?
Well I’ve come for my check up but just before you start
I’ve read all you posters and there may be something wrong with my heart
I turned up for my checkup but after reading twenty one symptoms-and there were more
I now find I’m in here and I have twenty four.
In a world where beauty's often measured and defined,
A girl at twenty, had dreams intertwined,
She sought about change, a shape to embrace,
But little did she know, it would alter her grace.
Every glance in the mirror, she’d sigh,
She longed for the curves, the world defined.
Then came the implants, a promise of light,
A chance to feel whole, to finally feel right,
But the joy was fleeting, as symptoms arose, Beneath the surface of beautiful flesh, her whole body ached.
Her headaches and pains made life hard to take. Suicide sometimes seemed the easiest escape.
All the strange illnesses that whispered in her ears loved to perform in the shadows of her fears
With a weak immune system and pains so severe shed scream "Let me just die! "to the heavens about but it wasn't her time, she couldn't give up.
She wore her struggles like a cloak made of fear,
Each day a battle, each moment unclear.
Years rolled on, twenty-seven in tow,
With every new ache, her spirit felt low,
Yet deep in her heart, a flicker remained,
A hope for a future, unchained and unfeigned.
She scheduled the surgery, her heart in a twist,
What would she look like? Would she cease to exist?
The implants, her armor, her identity’s thread,
But the thought of release filled her heart with dread.
With courage she stepped into the bright, sterile room,
A leap into freedom, away from the gloom,
As the surgeon worked gently, she felt a release,
A shedding of burdens, a whisper of peace.
And when she emerged, a new dawn in her eyes,
The reflection before her, a beautiful surprise,
No longer defined by the weight she had borne,
She blossomed like flowers, anew she was born.
With each passing day, her health found its way,
The headaches subsided, the aches turned to play,
A vibrant young woman, with laughter and light,
No longer a shadow, she danced into night.
Her journey was long, but the lessons were clear,
True beauty is found when we shed all our fear,
In the mirror she saw not just curves, but her soul,
A radiant spirit, finally whole.
So here’s to the girl who dared to be free,
To embrace her own self, to finally see,
That beauty’s not measured by what’s on the skin,
But the strength of the heart, and the joy found within.
I fly out of my lair
to land in your hair
You brush me off
as if I weren't there
Yet now you're infected
though you've not suspected
corona flu injected
no symptoms detected
You've invaded my home
stripped the land of my food
I'd have left you alone
'cept for your turpitude
Of rural China we speak
and the West, it does shriek
regarding sinister plots
but that's all for naught
For as you too encroach
on habitats you poach
from skunks, 'coons, and mice
Please know that head lice --
will seem mighty nice
compared to the plagues
that are heading your way
in a trice