The lightning danced all through the night
To wrought a festival of fire
That put to torch in blackened blight,
And scorched the forest like a pyre
Now, petroglyphs of nature’s arts
In splotchy ash ‘cross craggy scarp,
Are scarred background to blackened ghosts
Now frozen in escapement’s warp.
The energy of blackened woods
And flora from the forest floor
Has left behind the fertile goods
Of nascence sown, as evermore.
The world sings Your praise
Says You were born in a stable
To where a bright star showed the way
To wanderers of the desert
They sing carols and make new ones
Year after year every Christmas
All that is nice and sweet to hear
But Lord I have another reason
To sing out aloud
The greatness of Yours
I am no Christian by birth
Neither have I lent my ears
To missionaries who preach
And invite the world to their feuding folds
My country had a leader
Whom Your life influenced
And he put what he knew of You into practice
To free us from perilous bondage
Made us truly recognize
How You chimed with our ancient nascence
He is the Father Of Our Nation
None else in the world I think
Had the strong conviction he had
That Your teachings can be PRACTISED
My country therefore owes a lot
To You, Jesus Christ,
And to You we truly belong
Oh, guide us Divine Light
And illumine the world
Let us celebrate Christmas
To usher in an era of peace
In which the whole creation can rejoice
Unbound, without fetters and barriers
In the bosom of true Christ Consciousness
Undifferentiated Oneness
Contained in nascence
In deafening silence
Rainbow of sorrows more conspicuous
Another meaning to contentment
Stories that never end
Tales that never wither
For they are there
Forever and always
Spring
Down where
Jonquils bud
Wild violet
Show their short, stemmed grace
Then disappear
When love's full
Nascence
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Ascend away
with me
my
warrior goddess
I’ll show you
the birth of
stars
we can
reminisce
ruminate
become
our remembrances.
Cohere to me
we will
dissipate into
the core of
that great tempest
creation’s advent
behold!
Escape with me
to the myriad
cosmos
of our beginning
our inception
our origination
when universes
swallowed
primeval worlds.
I entreat you
place the ageless
nectar of
worlds on your
hungry lips
quench
satisfy
assuage
the need.
Let us
fill ourselves
with galaxies
and stars
and dimensions
of mighty
invincible realms.
Ascend away
with me
my
warrior goddess
to the glorious
nascence of
our wonderment
where first our
unity was
prophesied
portended
wrought.
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In the nascence of one’s polonaise,
Always an unknown tune invades, unseen, unfelt:
The sonority of a somber night-sonata,
Inside a cold, dark tomb.
Aleatory existence led by revolting wheels,
Propinquity of flesh becomes insuperable;
The horologist can’t cease the ticking.
The tour de force of infinity--
I wonder why it couldn’t be a holding, exoteric.
-Pin Dew (01/05/2017)
For all that it is worth was contained in a single droplet of thought
in symbiotic deliverance
shall pass perhaps unnoticed by a billion suns
or find it’s way in chaotic course
discover the enchanted spells of Icarus
And in form so complex present itself
Centuries coalesce into a single moment
the precariousness of miracles
only await for recognitions nascence
what other supplicants breath so endeavors
in exultation of a universe
And in form so beauteous reveal itself
It is but a living thing
so of molded intricacies ever described in geometries
to distinguish the passages of galaxies
the potential heartbeats of a billion witnesses
stand upon the precipice a precarious miracle it is
And in form so singular only perfection could have created it
For all that it is worth was contained in a single droplet of thought
Sailing on a boat
Embarks to a new harbor
Prompting to abscond
Departing from foregoing
Commencing a longish trek
3-4-2016
I revisit this realm where your actions cannot,
Will not,
Stifle my nascence
Never enough,
Never enough
Forward,
I tear away my onion skin
Embattled by a loathing humanity
I throw solaced emotions
Upon rusted turnstiles
Spinning round,
Right round,
Round,
Right round
But, you wouldn’t call me baby.
Good.
Because I was told
That it is better to be hated for who I am,
Then loved for who I am not
So, hate me.
HATE ME!
HATE ME!
Forever…
…always.
Lunge at me with your preconceived notions
Of why I mean(t) the world to you
Open your arms of Fort Knox and
Tell me why I WILL NOT ASCEND
Upon your generic wings
Made of Atheist smiles
Because,
If you don’t believe in anything,
Why
Oh why,
Would you believe in me?
©D.J.E. -11/19/2015
Birth, inception of life,
Reason to celebrate
Joyous moments
Taking great pride,
Body the chariot,
Soul passenger,
Mind is the one
That drives,
Check your thoughts,
Cultivate ideas,
Work hard
Not for reward,
Your deeds decide
Nascence of life,
Life is what
You make it,
Selfish or kind
A humble mind,
Poor or rich
Honest or witch,
Remember you must
Shed everlasting lust,
Equality for all
Do your very best ,
Sooner or later
All make peace,
Nothing will count,
Unannounced comes the death !!
Round and round I go
Unfolding my spirit of envy and gold
The nascence of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky,
Deep orange haze in a tender place
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drips, covering my ruby lips
All colors drift
On the first day, we met
Visions of dark slate-gray fade away
Firing up the new-age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the current of air
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless tear-drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby Red promises to keep
Flowing into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green tint
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Honeydew skin
Our future, deeper than aquamarine
Every day you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and effect
Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reflect by the mirrors of you
Crystallizing everything
Beyond the world lies a journey,
a horizon that acquaints a magical destiny,
a solitude with soulful eternity,
a milieu abiding betrothal vicinity,
where deity is within the eyes
and the faith adobe vivid smile.
Beyond the human lies a viability,
a nascence that exhale a verse amorously,
a spirit with blissful sovereignty,
an admirer beaconing Elysian itinerary,
where deity is seen solely,
to a hermit heart wallowing ethereally.
When I chance to meet the lifeless streets
The darkness brightens my individuality,
With the weeping breeze that passes over
The onliness ceases my verity.
I come to know myself as a shipwrecked survivor
The illusionism forebodes my ingenuity,
Being with the eluded moonlit that hide behind
The secrecy revives my divinity.
Thence I ensure the crowd in the celestial sky
The brightness condemns my dignity,
With the drifting clouds pouring out
The anomy confines my integrity.
I see myself as a blamed mortal
The paradisal itinerary fated my sole entity,
Being with the pursuit of quiescence
The holy trinity pursued my purity.
Now when I chance to meet the crowded street
The resurgence evinced my immortality,
Being with the gracing rays of the day
The nascence bestowed my inhumanity.
Thence I ensure the lifeless streets in tartarean land
The grievance demoed my tolerability,
Being with the inherent demesne
The eternity unveiled my anxiety.
The journey seem to be foretold
And my arrant voice swooned
By the satire that echoed down
Down, to the plaintive essence of nascence
And they thought my eyes were deserted,
My heart was insensate,
My ires were wretched
And when I was bleeding
They went on saying, that
My blood was unchaste.
They who decided me to be one of them
They foretold my journey
By the shadow of immorality
And moaned me to the path of a broken destiny.
I stood up alone, and alone I look up
They smiled, they clapped and they reveled
Back of me,
I walked alone, and I met myself
They provoked, they chatted and they brayed
Yet I went on alone.
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