Long Toyed Poems
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...................................{Man's Forsaken Earth}
Angels cry for my Sister for she grieves from beyond meaning.
Witnesses of "the-monsters-of-the-minds" constant scheming.
Monsters forged from memories etched during youthful days unwise.
All tricks of emotional fears and feelings of evil plans devised.
When there's no one to shine light in darkness, horrible shadows tarry.
Eerie uneasiness to haunt and taunt, and fill virgin souls with worry.
The weight of the world causes us to undertake common laws to abide.
To forsake the children given us, and not have them by our side.
To protect them from all harmfulness, and calm their jittery nerves.
To cuddle, hug, and kiss with love; all that they deserve.
Yea, we are forced to turn toward everything else on man's forsaken earth.
Obliged to leave them in the care of others from the very moment of birth.
To work our souls from dusk to dawn for all we think is worth.
To acquire the riches of fort Knox or half its equal girth.
Just to give them simple things; as only to live and play.
That now takes most Moms and Dads to work hard every day.
Angels cry for all the babies snatched from loving arms.
Those compelled to go through life without all its finer charms.
It's not the fault of he or she or any single being.
But powers of the misunderstood, unknowledgeable blinded unseeing.
They say it's a reason for all things, but we mostly don't know why.
I'm told all secrets will reveal themselves, on the day that we die.
We are not to questions the facts of life; can't say that this is true.
But until it is all over with; what else are we to do.
Why has our innocence toyed with until we are bitter, sick, and ill?
And of all the efforts to stop this fate, sadly it's happening still.
When I think of all the wounded spirits gone awry and left to fly__
around the earth... at heaven's gates; I join the Angels to cry.
~~~When you have angels on your side, you have everything! Sis~~~
While they’re bleeding
I may grant offers of support with a hint of a smirk as I remove the
daggers and swords that have been placed in my back by
friends, family or foe
When I was down, I was there doormat, there feet
forever wiped on me
I may dress their wounds with stitches
No iodine, or anesthesia to numb their pain,
A shot of whiskey you will not be granted
I want your agony to be constnat
Let the pain you suffer be a burning reminder...
While they’re bleeding
I will cease to have any f***s to give
I will not grant a handout, for when my hand was dangling with
pain they swept it away like trash
When I was there, I was used and toyed,
with like candle stick matches, wondering
how long it will take before I burn out
I will be the storms that have granted so many with PTSD
The rivers that flooded countless cities, wildfires that have burned through towns, hurricanes that have damaged plenty. I will be the storm that has screamed in my head.
While they’re bleeding
I will not hear, for when I needed someone to HEAR ME
I was meet with closed ears, or sometimers
Your voice will be like nails on a chalk board I will not care to
listen and if I do, I will only hear for a time.
I will not grant them forgiveness for
Their soulless sins against me
When I wanted forgiveness for a pen drop i was meet
with grudges and hate
While they're bleeding
I will remember the times when....
...no need to tell them
Because thats why they're bleeding
I tried to take the higher ground, I’m sorry, I just can not
The words you spoke have ricocheted and now I’m deep in thought
Did you hold her closer when she faltered? or did you take a verbal shot?
Did you place her on a pedestal? even while you fought.
I know the vibrance she once held in that we were the same
And when this little rant is done I’ll never speak your name
Hers echoes forever and yours will fade away
Just like her spirit over time you the whittler, her the fray
There was a time when she would call whenever in a bind
That was until you made your move and hid her in behind
I know exactly what you are I’ve known this all along
I hoped that since you knew this too you’d choose a different song
She deserved much more than you could give this girl was meant to fly
a few short years after you had met she chose instead to die
so, tell me mister bull when you know this all is true
why couldn’t you just love the girl that was way too good for you.
Instead you fed her poison you toyed with all her love
I know you didn’t tie the knot but you gave the verbal shove
For every time you lashed out with the nasty filth you spewed
The loving, loyal vibrant girl began to come unglued
It was your job to pick up pieces if ever they fell off
Instead you weaponized each crafted word until she had enough
Someday I may forgive you but today is not that day
Today is for the memories where now she’ll have to stay
You took her from us all you know, while she had so much left to give
That truth I bet will haunt you for as long as you shall live.
I know she’d say forgive him from somewhere up above
You didn’t deserve a single smile and certainly not her love
This poem is not about you though I know it seems that way.
I just need to make sure that she knows I’d still fight for her today
I’d have fought for you tomorrow I’d have cut armies in two
Instead you chose the only path where I couldn’t get to you
Enslaved by ego, we are bound,
fears and desires twirl us around
and the joy we seek seems distant,
for we walk not on holy ground.
Why oh why, are we resistant,
to inner light, self-existent,
so to find out, we shift to heart
that our actions be consistent.
Heart requires we add love to cart,
enabling bliss rapture to start,
so we seek shelter in the void,
deeming all souls one, none apart.
Thus with dark delusion destroyed,
no longer by ego cravings toyed,
aligning with the universe,
mind of God is by us employed.
In stream of love, heart we immerse,
that bliss borne magnetism may nurse
wounds of our past, which as yet bleed,
ending at last, ego spawned curse.
Our heart abode lets bliss beats lead,
in staid calm, with no need for speed,
enabling our soul to ascend,
by doing daily, one good deed.
I walk at dawn, along a pristine beach,
feeling waves of the ocean touch my feet,
whispering that God is within my reach.
The curved horizon has my soul upbeat,
as space, water and earth entwine to teach
that grace ignites in us, magnetic heat.
My consciousness expands near the ocean,
whence bliss emotion throbs in slow motion.
By night the ocean melds with the vast void,
yet I hear the waves and sense its power
and gentling thought, that mind be not decoyed,
soul bathes in an ethereal shower.
No longer by cravings of ego toyed,
I become the sea that does empower,
core of my being with love, light and bliss,
that I too as monks exult ~ I Am This!
Wondrous has been the journey of our soul,
beauteously unfolding like a rose,
with garnering God’s grace our sole life role,
sipping soma nectar, whilst in repose.
Perhaps our life sounds like a fairy tale
but oh dear friends, it was not always so,
the turning point being when we set sail,
from our head to heart, in staid stillness slow.
This journey we took, was fraught with danger,
needing us to renounce fear and desire,
deeming ego an unwelcome stranger,
consigning lust to the funeral fire.
Such was the path we took, in our own style;
we walked over hot coals, mile after mile.
We walked over hot coals, mile after mile,
which may seem like an exaggeration
but to evade ego’s serpentine guile,
called for firm focus and concentration.
At first nothing happened in the vast void,
remaining thus therein in deep unease,
continually by dark fear forms toyed,
hoping that we would soon obtain release.
Dark night of the soul, is a lonely place,
wherein we are tested for our resolve,
to deal with demons, as steps we retrace
to our dark past, that we may now evolve.
We would have failed, had not God held our hand;
truth of Self, we began to understand.
Truth of Self, we began to understand,
in as that light, that ensouls feeble form,
felt as pulsations, growing strand by strand,
engulfing us in mists, both cool and warm.
Divine grace in-poured, we were magnetised,
consciousness expanded beyond space-time;
God as white living light was realised,
all this betwixt rapturous bliss beats chime.
Ego death followed, heart became mellow,
light of our Self was embodied in heart,
our aura acquired a luminous glow,
breath by breath feeling bliss ignition start.
We now frolic carefree, joyous and whole;
wondrous has been the journey of our soul.
Unbeknownst to you, I watched you from my perch. I always hated the way your green eyes slithered all over my checkerboard feathers. The way you licked your paws and acted like you were Queen of the house. You played with our emotions and toyed with us, hissing like a wild cat ready to devour.
at a moments notice
you pawed us like mice
that wasn't very nice!
You were Robert's favorite pet, and when he summoned you nothing could deter. He fed you British Banquet and he groomed you like Queen Alice . You meowled and wrapped yourself around him, and all the while you were getting ready for the kill.
Cheesesteak was my name
feasting was your game
that was pretty lame
Stella, Stella go to Hell-a, you could have eaten mortadella. But no !!!
You had to devour poor Charlie, Elizabeth, Macaroni and Sizzle Bacon.
Never mind that you strutted around like a King on a throne,
you repeatedly made me feel small, and insignificant.
empty cage what a shame
Robert just bought a Great Dane
he'll drive you insane!
My name was cheesesteak and he purchased me at Mickaboo.
Thanks to you now I'm dead, so as I wave to you from heaven
here is what I have to say,
" Too doo loo
Yoo Hoo
Poo Poo On You!"
Simply by applying the brakes on thought,
our attention poised in the vibrant void,
we are no longer by fear forms decoyed
entwined with existence, to be self-taught.
Vicarious knowing reduced to naught,
we rest even the wisdom of Pink Floyd,
so vaporised self not by ego toyed,
we reclaim inner light, which we forgot.
We ourselves are the light, which we did seek
but had imposed on awareness, a veil,
in pursuit of desire mirroring fear,
which now that we have stopped energy leak,
enables us an earth to hoist love's sail,
whereupon we feel God's presence draw near.
02-June-2023
If we are willing to receive
God's grace, making our heart porous,
we side-step ploys, ego does weave,
feeling within, love's bliss torus.
There's no doing we need to do,
if we are willing to receive,
save holding still our attention,
as we mindfully, each thought sieve.
Fears bid adieu, we too beg leave,
Choosing to plunge into the void;
if we are willing to receive,
we're no longer by ego toyed.
Celebrate then, this gift of life,
wary of cravings that deceive;
for pure of heart, God's grace in-pours,
if we are willing to receive.
07-July-2022
Depending upon words as symbols employed,
we may label the absolute Self as God,
the substratum of existence unalloyed,
recognised in staid silence when heart has thawed,
that pristine presence, no longer by thoughts toyed,
dissolves all opposites, giving love our nod.
Everything that exists, is but God’s heartbeat,
mirrored as bliss heat that makes us feel complete.
In meditation space and time disappear,
where all that exists is the Self as God’s flame,
renewing itself in itself without fear,
Absolute Self motionless, always the same,
highly dense bright darkness and as we draw near,
we see the ultimate truth in life’s end game.
Obtaining clear sight, the mind of our heart knows,
that we are all in the boat God Himself rows.