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For weeks
I have been followed,
they mirror
my every move …
and now
I’m dreaming them
they drifted in
and separated me
from my bed,
whisking me from my sheets
they fly me,
to curl the other place
soaring on dreams
brushing just enough to touch,
my feet stroll medieval turrets
and like walking ripples
across a lake, I glide
I swept my hand through stars
that floated in fingers of memory
all held,
in a gondola of wings
(dragonflies,
big as dragons)
they call me in wimples
serenade me to cathedrals
within canopy’s of weeping willows,
I am gobsmacked
in their phantasmic enchantments
that undulate vapoured mist,
with feeling
(I’m mesmerized
and burning)
as I,
sucked into vortexes of spinning visions,
and splayed out on magenta clouds,
leaning over
I tore it off,
like cotton balls
and floated it to play
on whiskers of wind
and when sliding over
this light phantastic,
winged cavaliers cradle me
and feather me back to earth …
I awoke to curtains
dancing through mosaics of light,
transforming to spread wings
and lay lace wreaths
over the arms of time
but in the reality of dimension,
in the unknown that is the surreal
swaddled in the wings of a dragonfly,
I’m whispering sleep
to the Dreamtime
Now, when we were small, we were totally sure
the stars wouldn’t move as we scanned the great sky,
and we knew enough, with no need to know more.
Did we ever question, or think to ask why?
We lay on our backs and could feel the earth move,
so why should we need to know why the sky’s blue?
The grass was all tickly, we’d nothing to prove.
Our tastes were quite simple, essentials so few.
But now that I’m older, I ask what’s my place?
And life goes around in birth, marriage, and death.
I look in the mirror now, look at my face,
and wonder what happens ‘tween first and last breath.
We circle and spin in perpetual motion
and outgoing tides are the tides of all men,
the incoming tides just the breath of the ocean
and these tides will turn and then turn once again.
So, what is this life? Is it all love or lust?
And why are we here on this merry-go-round?
Is life only ashes, then dust into dust?
Am I just a clock that’s been too tightly wound?
I know that in circles we'll spiral tonight,
as we in our universe grow and expand,
where love’s all that matters and we bask in light,
in all of creation we’ll feel The Spirit’s hand.
So, gyred and whirling, we’re here by design,
we're helixes, vortexes, one giant wheel,
created as humans, with purpose divine -
beginnings and endings will never be real.
Caught in the maelstrom
A world of darkness and misery
for bewildered and tortured souls
A world where howling winds
reside in vortexes of black holes
A world where hope is just a word
whispered in a soft murmur
A world where psychotic episodes
revel at hopes murder
A world where even light can't penetrate
the dungeons of the imagination
Where friendships and hope are wrecked
on crashing waves of desperation
How can one survive in this hostile world
where hope is hopelessly caught in the maelstrom?
Pray to the God who can resurrect hope
and shelter you from miseries hailstorm!
John Derek Hamilton
August 25,2016
In a cynical realm where truth is tainted in black, rises she,
amidst whirling vortexes veiling reveries where she walks.
Yet society thrums thick skinned lies, whilst morning moon sighs in-
silence, seeing sunrise through eyes that mirror golden beauty.
Her persona resembles firm perennial petals like,
maternal warriors waltzing through wistful winds, singing the,
song of survival in loneliness through every forlorn night.
She's bestowed with selfless angels thawing wicked webs of,
time, freezing the rainbows hidden behind cloudless,
cerulean wrapped in balmy breeze blowing along cashmere climes.
She is her own sorceress with an invisible ring and
silver spells, her unbreakable spirit shines like starry
amulets of faith, sparkling across cold midnight skies.
She still composes calm symphonies in elegance and,
patience, whilst ignorant tongues concoct storms amongst all,
evil that reeks within a community that's-
ready to place names, find fault in words within the chorus of life, best,
written for the unheard voices ostracized, by merciless tunes of,
the past, where freedom fighters were left alone in the dark.
But she sprouts, like a sunflower growing in the cracks of emptiness and,
like an untamable warrior, she serves hope and love, that beams so bright.
“She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and bright Lord Byron – She Walks in Beauty”
“Ceasing thinking, begin feeling ~
Rapture of bliss beats appealing”
- quote by poet
Let us today discuss divine energy
Innate, immediate and intimate
Needless confusion abounds
So let us get facts straight
Made in image of God
Our true essence is living light
Thus, we merely ensoul this body
To grow in love and garner clear sight
Reworded, this decaying form is but dust
Body is made alive by breath of God
We are as He but yet know not
Direct knowing has us awed
Breath of God is Holy Spirit
It is also called Kundalini and Chi
Labels matter not, It is Divine Mother
When ego dies, who we are we then see
With the above preamble we may begin
To comprehend what this energy is
In short, it represents our Self
Love and light and bliss
We are here, so God too is
He dwells in the cave of our heart
If heart be pure and we seek God alone
We will vividly feel within, bliss ignition start
We have in us, male and female polarities
Energy in potential and energy kinetic
Potential is vast space all around
Kinetic is movement ecstatic
Divine energy is kinetic
It is everything that moves
Within body too, kundalini pulsates
Moving though enigmatic energy grooves
We have within us several energy vortexes
Each node corresponds to a vibration
Liken it to the colours of a rainbow
Refraction causing creation
Divine Mother is at root of spine
Our Father is said to be at the crown
Mother ascends, entwining at the fontanel
Both descend to heart, meld and in bliss drown
This depiction is real and certainly not symbolic
Simply stated, it represents death of ego
Desires renounced, we live internally
imbibing bliss in stillness slow
Bliss fixates our attention
In time, our eye becomes single
Compassion grows, we see all as one
As by day and night amplifies the bliss tingle
Back to the start, when we see clearly who we are
Which is, as we said before, eternal living light
We continue earth life but are now awake
With both clear sight and bliss delight
....what are stars?
together as one they are
lights upon a darken sky.
a reminder lucid and clear
we are not one and alone.
....what are stars?
radiant upon the dark sky
twinkling, shinning bright.
bright like a lovers eyes.
in silent awe we sit and stare.
....what are stars?
are they inspiration for poets?
are they inspiration for musicians?
a muse for every one alike.
a muse for a romantic interlude
....what are stars?
are they a astrologists mystery,
an never ending debate
of who is wrong, who is right.
the answer the greatest mystery of all
....what are stars?
are they signs of many
other alien galaxies.
or just nature`s
twisted joke on us.
....what are stars?
are they exploding vortexes in a distant sky.
creating a new raw energy,
creating a new entity of life
are they eyes watching it all come to life?
....what are stars?
are they doorways to other dimensions of time?
where the parallel existence resides.
along another path we may walk,
the opposite to the one we are on, here.
Under leaden skies and wandering moments,
I have roamed through empty lands and silent hills,
I am old with time and lost dreams,
But I will find where she has gone, in the endless universe.
I will kiss her lips like divine relics,
And hold her hands in mine, until the stars
Fall from forgotten realms, to the edge of infinity,
We will walk among the mystic grass, under seraphic lights.
In legendary lands, where time bows,
We will pluck silver apples from the orchards of the moon,
And golden apples from the trees of the eternal sun,
They will be the fruits of our longings in the cosmic night.
Through dreamscapes and ethereal hues,
Where shadows dance between realms,
We will find our path in a forest of constellations,
Under open skies, where reality bends.
Our love will be a song of the spheres,
A symphony of desires entwined with stars,
I will savor every step, every moment,
In the garden of time, sacred and untold.
In my palm, her heart will beat like a beacon,
Guiding us through the hidden worlds of the cosmos,
On secret paths of light, where angels
Lose their wings in the vortexes of time.
For eternity is just a silver illusion,
In the face of love that transcends galaxies,
Her lips are the gateway to infinity,
Our hands united, creating universes.
From the silver of the moon, we will sculpt memories,
From the gold of the sun, we will weave dreams,
On unseen shores of stellar paradises,
We will rejoice in our embraced eternity.
And when time and times vanish,
We will remain, two intertwined souls,
Under the melancholic and mystic sky, vast and arcane,
Harvesting the fruits of eternity, embraced in the eternal dance.
Light my way, O autumn skies.
Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies.
Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk?
Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon.
Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus.
Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow.
Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds.
Cluster up damp, urban life.
Troubled, vagabond?
Too late, frozen? Repent? Up!
Folly of summer, blaze high.
Strangers in a foreign land, stand.
Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride!
Forever, eternally, always.
Chill month, outlander? Deeply.
Oracle, paint portraits in far stars. Read.
Blot out, eccentric mind. Oar? For? Lore...
O bleak ink ocean, splatter at will. Chill.
Weeping wolf, winter.
Nicker, mare, wicker, man, ichor. Box...
There was a species that thought itself smart
That lived without harmony in its heart
Used earth as a dumping place
While asking God for His grace
But God ordered it to change or to part! *
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 June 2018
10-10-7-7-10
* Yesterday, June 8 was World Oceans Day. It was celebrated around the world to make us aware of the damage we have caused to our oceans.
They say that 6.3 billion tons of plastic have been thrown into them which means, as the General Secretary of UN has said, that by 2050 we will have more plastic than fish in the oceans.
Right now five vortexes ( Islands) of plastic have been formed and the largest one is in the North Pacific which is twice the size of Texas or four times the size of Germany.
This Limerick is my humble effort to raise awareness of the damage we have caused to our oceans and the risks our species takes!
I didn’t see Alhaji Sule, the big contractor
Though he is a sponsor with a huge stake in government.
I didn’t see Chief Ade the financial banker
Though he is well-versed on political palavers.
I didn’t see Mazi Eze the business mogul
He’s engrossed in his profits of sales and remains apolitical.
I didn’t see Sir Osahon the civil servant
I wonder, but guess he knows he’ll always have his pay.
I’ve hardly seen his Excellency, not any of his children
But I can see all his servants and some of his relatives.
I see market women, okada riders, menial labourers
Poor farmers, job seekers and beggars, superintend by
Ad-hoc staffs, police, army, party agents, observers
Thugs, cultists, pickpockets and party chiefs, all…
All under the biting sun from sunrise to sunset.
From the tussling crowd I hear and see unending
Wails of distress, curses, cracking of limbs and crimson
Muffled by fugacious shouts of political victories
When from behind the curtain five dollars less swaps for a vote.
Stale politicians and their eating party chiefs preside over
The poverty, ignorance and despair of the masses who shall
Again be left in the cyclic vortexes of socio-economic woes.
In the coming years, they’ll, in public, keep licking their wounds
While the politicians, in private, will have and eat their cakes!