Long Transmitter Poems
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I need an emotional healing
one only God can deliver
I need to be restored.
by my heavenly Transmitter
I'm brokenhearted
my spirit pulverized
I need God to come unto me
and emotionally galvanize
I need an emotional healing.
to be removed from further harm
I need God to stimulate me, recreate me
hold me in His loving arms
I'm brokenhearted
my spirit pulverized
I need God to come unto me
and emotionally galvanize
life has kicked me in the gut
spanked my butt
left me gasping for air
I need to be in the presence
of the Great I Am
the God of loving care
no longer brokenhearted
my spirit no longer pulverized
God came into me
and emotionally galvanized
I got an emotional healing
I was removed from further harm
now stimulated, now recreated
safe in God's loving arms
as we amble along
osmotically imbibing
intuitively assimilating
the divine love song
the flowing continuum
gently shapes our soul
making us pure & whole
cleansing ego residuum
walking thus we go afar
along a path beauteous
vivified by bliss rapturous
oblivious to karmic scars
looking in within we see
that in reality we are still
as God Himself does instil
joy throb in each entrée
journey without movement
wherein He the transmitter
we as a willing love receptor
dwell in joyous contentment
there thus being no seeking
in childlike trusting surrender
we keep looking on in wonder
at our petals slowly opening
12-October-2020
be we in duality
or in singularity
essence of aliveness
requires a vibration
renewing itself within itself
or what we call consciousness
the screen of space-time
is the stage set for duality
of what is all that is manifest
as perishable phenomenon
within which we are containerised
in a decaying organic vessel
noumena of singularity is the bardo
no-thingness before the outpouring
self-existent light in ineffable peace
feeling complete in unending renewal
with full freedom but no urge to act
no adversity and therefore no learning
that the embryo of living light be enabled
with Christ consciousness awakened
namely, love, wisdom and power in fullness
entwined with self-existent will and creativity
these five fold aspects or limbs of beingness
may be likened to growth of the true Self
which though is inseparable from God
is as yet but a receptor, not a transmitter
so to learn and grow, living light descends
into this harsh earth realm with memory erased
that the trance like state enables It to bleed
upon attaining a certain level of maturity
the embryo begins to ask, ‘who am I?’
thus exiting both space and time in meditation
while in the waking state it connects with itself
astonished to behold Self resplendent with light
thus in truth nothing is attained when truth is known
all that happens is that false ego is instrumentalised
thoughts rested and employed only when needed
for the rest of the time Self dwells in bliss mists
bliss being the dualistic component of peace
wherein one that became two becomes one again
thus when asked: who am I
we answer: there is no one here
I exist there for I am
neurons fire
a small electric charge
down the cell to the synaptic gap
releasing a neuro transmitter
that travels across that gap
Neuro transmitters are chemicals
perhaps our emotions
perhaps our thoughts
are the flow of energy
through the brain
I don't think
awareness of self
is the entire brain
we don't think about heart rhythm
or regulating the pulse
that is all done by our brain automatically
awareness of self is a creation of the brain
the spirit withing the machine
different chambers for different emotions
I think differently in anger
than I do in happiness
we are a combination
of what we learn and
what we think for ourselves
Einstein was never taught
the theories of relativity
his mind subconscious
and awareness of self
created that idea
children can be taught to be honest
and still decide to steal
we are a combination of what we learn
and what we think.
we can drive ourselves in circles
thinking to much
we can create depression
believing we are not good enough
we can create fear out of nothing
and create nothing out of fear
we can laugh drink and enjoy life
or be to serious and destroy life
we can laugh giggle and play
invest grow and climb
study hard and learn
build careers or sit back and complain
"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time songs;
So much love they given each of us;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
Yet they were stern
Great teachers taught my parents as will as me to learn;
They listened to a Motorola on a tall stand;
Nonna would play a little ditty on the “baby grand”
Oh! And Gran made fried pies on Sundays;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
We would have with our dinner;
Homemade chicken soup, meatloaf and cabbage loaf;
My grandpa and his friends would sit outside talkN loud
While listening to the ballgame on a transmitter radio;
The ladies would settle in the den;
Nesting caressing darning with patch qulits using needles and tread;
Joyously giggling laughing while lovingly talkN bout them men;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…"
1/4/20
Written words by Genysis DMaurier & James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A dedicated verse to Genysis DMaurier
based on words from Genysis to a e-mail to me
When sound waves go airily, communication becomes lively. From Mike to amplifier, Electrical signals reach speaker. Transmitter and receiver rely on Amplifier, This is the magic of acoustic transducer.
From recording to playing, A frequency is required for tuning. There is a resonance, To remove the silence With Sonic and ultrasonics Informations, Humans and animals find their applications.
In the heart of worlds, a whisper sneaks,
"We fear love," a question that ripples the calm,
We desire closeness, a sweet plunge into the verdure of the soul,
Yet doubt surrounds us when our steps become hesitant, scared.
It's the mist of fear that sprouts, a shield against the fiery longing;
The closer we stand, the deeper the longing might burn us.
It's the terror of suffering that lurks in secret,
Of being swept away and drowned in a sea of pure love, wrapped in deceptive play.
We vow nostalgically, let no one scratch our arrow,
In this deaf endeavor, we've covered love like a relic, beneath an inert mask.
There is no pure love without the slightest pain, without hidden tears in the eyes,
The denser the embrace, the deeper the poison that could seep into memories.
Every soul that treads upon this clod of earth has felt a twinge ever so strong,
How shall we direct this pain, how to stand tall and unfooled?
If we hide our pain, like a transmitter with clashing signals,
We long openly, but raise walls around the heart, and thus we suffocate.
Loneliness embraces us, pure love cannot break through,
Love, that we keep in a sealed box, the desire for tenderness dwindles.
But look, I've opened up, vulnerable, with the gate of my heart wide unshielded,
I do not tremble before pain, for it probes my spirit, uplifts it into love.
Life teaches me time and again, what repairs the pain lets the heart grow,
If we bolt our feelings, we sink into misery, in the realm of petrified dreams.
True love, with an open heart, we must welcome into our being,
And only by traversing through love's enchantment, truly, our steps are led towards happiness.
Oh, how I love my home, good ol’ Gotham City!
It’s just enough grimy and just the right gritty.
It has Batman, the greatest crusader against crime.
I wouldn’t leave this cesspool, nope, not anytime.
But lately, Batman is gaining the upper hand.
Time for the sleazebags and criminals to expand.
The Dark Knight has no sense of humor when he works.
His face never changes when he beats up the jerks.
The Joker finds humor in any situation -
Laughing his head off at some sick deviation.
He said he’d grow into a comic, and they laughed.
They’re not laughing now, as he practices his craft.
The Riddler gives our brains some things to consider.
He’s a laughing puzzle and conundrum transmitter.
He asked us, “What does a liar do when he’s dead?”
“He lies still” is what he eventually said.
The deformed Penguin’s mother threw him in the river.
He’d grow up in the sewers, but he would forgive her.
The creep learned a lot in that revolting world of slop -
He owns the mayor and police to the very last cop.
Add a new weirdo to this corruption and slime,
To tip the balance to the purveyors of crime.
Batman, meet the man who speaks only in rhyme.
The Rhymer makes your face look like it just ate a lime.
Red milk
elementary food
sweet-salty-sweet ...
Tumor liquid fire,
amazing lactic cold ...
Liver essence
of sensations ...
Body sap
of vital emotions ...
Viral potions
renewable concepts.
Ethereal hidden secrets
and revealed in chains
of brave bravado ...
Heavenly breath
of wonders,
natural transmitter
of creativity ..
Incendiary of
human actions
you do it badly or well ...
Universal sure ...!
soundlessly reverberations travel
from root to crown and beyond any pitch
send laughter and tranquil adventure
accord to the spine like poetry’s chant
ring in the presence void from
previous future and unfolding past
mirror images of polar opposites
unite with a chime
rhythm and rhyme of untold melodies
resolve discords and false harmonies
once the echo of my Self
transcends eccentric ripples
it whispers tantra in my ear
combines all audible pleasures
with light escaping its shadows
I am beginning to feel a miracle
a whole ocean’s salt on my skin
just a drop in the Universe’s magic
and yet a tidal transmitter
to spiritual shores of being alive