Line of inquiry:
“What if life is a lucid dream
Borne by thoughts we ourself did stream
Wherein our designated role
Is to dance atop love’s moonbeam” - Unseeking Seeker
Where lies our purpose to be placed
upon this Earth, a speck of dust
hard to depict, obscurely spaced?
Yet, here we are, our lives in trust.
As part of this grand Cosmic realm,
we may believe it's all a dream
feeling in charge behind our helm-
in grasping each favored moonbeam.
But an epiphany will dawn
recognizing that on this Earth,
by God's supreme, unending spawn-
we share His miracle of birth.
Surely by God, we've come to be-
as felt within His gift of soul.
Faith in our journey is the key.
Trust in His love will keep us whole.
Upon this Earth, a speck of dust-
yet, here we are, our lives in trust.
Hard to depict, obscurely spaced.
Here lies our purpose to be placed.
Some people write of
things they know...
feeling more daring,
I prefer to explore:
start with a glimpse,
or chase a shadow,
a sliver of light
from a strange door
left ajar, on a path
I obscurely saw –
Some people write
while I more dream,
imprinting pages
with a glint and a
gleam – in pursuit
of some ever
illusive beam....
There once was vampire named Vlad.
His life was obscurely sad.
He ate a worm,
The tide did turn.
Now Vlad is famously bad.
written 9/06/2020
The home nestled in the hue of the blue hills,
on the wall of my longing there hung a mirror,
opened my one way window on the wispy sky,
like a bird I spanned with the wings of youth.
In the winds of the waning time I flew away far,
at the luring end of the memory lane lighted,
the nest I had kept abandoned for a long while,
I nurtured in the fondness of a nostalgic niche.
Soaring above the strata of clouds of many skies,
reached the edge of the horizon of the spent sun,
where flow of flight stopped at the twilight hour,
the whirlwind whispered the homecoming song.
The wheel of time turned on dry dust of the past,
with the southern wind I rose, flew home joyous.
I looked into the old mirror, obscurely clouded,
saw my namesake, much younger, I’ll never forget.
September 21, 2019
Today my heart is obscurely tenebrous,
It no longer dances to your a cappella heartbeats,
Neither does it tune to the acoustic of your heart,
It has ceased skipping a beat in a fashionable art.
Today the virgin forest in my heart is murky,
The trees bow in retardation for a snooze party,
The rowdy rackety crickets have broken limbs,
The fire flies are devoid of signature fire on their backs.
Today the once dreamy ocean in my heart is calm,
Its soothingly beguiling waves isn’t your balm,
The coral reefs are deeply engrossed in a death sleep,
Sea demons are surprisingly afraid of the storm’s sweep.
Today the roses in my heart are dried and shriveled,
Its thristle thorns prickle can leave one crippled,
Their ambrosial scent has faded away dramatically,
For the roses are no longer minty, but dried stigmatically.
THE DESIGNER'S LAMP
Destiny an unsighted lamp someone lighted when you arrived
lights the unpaved path for you to complete the journey of fate.
The self-invented free-will envelopes your mind with a veil unreal,
the destination obscurely ordained you would reach for you should.
The essence of the unseen light floods your intuition unperceived
where you construct vagrant free-will in the realm of self-deception.
The designer’s lamp glows remotely during the time allotted to you,
its hidden rays would guide you all the way to the end for they should.
June 27, 2018
Therein, laying dormant,
veils of darkly reposed
secrecy 'neath
foamy seascapes'
frenetic passages,
languishing below
sunken treasures'
false facades of
reticently rolling
shrouded bluffs,
shaded blood obscurely hued
of impetuous intensity in
unceremoniously bound
covert convolutions,
a million ancient
undisclosed shadows hidden,
notwithstanding combative
rumblings of death's
unwelcome sycophancy,
depths of centuries'
old unparalleled stories,
whence hush-hush
undulatory influx
of defiant upsurges
and turbulence reside,
that which only the
winds of indiscretion,
clandestine spirits
& gods could surmise
...whilst privileged moons watch over amaranthine skeletons
The fresh air delivered no scent at that dawn,
When i was awaken without single yawn,
Saint trinity's bell was sharp-slicing through mist,
The last of the doubts in my dazed mind was gone
By all that is holly I wildly love you
On balcony sparrow has landed on wrist,
Which you back then held and with pink lipstick kissed,
The beaks of the sparrow did move, yet not sing,
As if voice untouched did no longer exist.
By all that is holly I wildly love you
I thought I heard singing in that ghoulish spring,
Your lovely blue voice that inside me still cling,
Oh treacherous bells you have fooled me once more,
I open my heart wide whenever you ring.
By all that is holly I wildly love you.
I watched as the sun which was filled with my sore,
Obscurely was setting on our grand amour,
I must have been sleeping the whole, full day through,
For sun it is gone. Gone is all i adore.
By all that is holly i wildly love you.
Whispering shadow
Drenched darkness of loam
Under the crust of earth
Reassures sprout seedlings
Roots of emotions
Delve in heart for stream
Revealing no identity
For thorn or flower
For sweet or sour
For hatred or love!
You slammed your window panes every evening
And clumsily screened curtains the way
A bubbling spring
Dashing on rocks of dismay
An amorous intrusion
You wanted to keep at bay!
A lonesome gaze
By opaque hint of eyes
Might have splashed
Into the blue lagoon
That gladly reemerges
In your cozy solitude
Real enough
To implant irrevocable kiss on his heart
Between the pages of book you read
Behind the dressing mirror you glimpsed
On shining blade of cookery you used
You saw him
You pinched yourself
And you didn’t wake up
Until lugubrious shrill
Of mid-night bird
Walloped ripples of numbness
Flailing lure crept around
In oozing darkness
Out of invitingly open window
Like a white ghost!
In my obscurely fettered conscience
Crystals of conflict sparkled
Deep seated within
An amorphous mixture of
The obstinate lust for looking
And some old love!
free verse
Long live the sky!
Invisibly
Invincible
against solar radiation
the earth’s atmosphere
Long live the sky!
Long live the sky!
Obscurely
Oblivious
protection for
earth’s inhabitants
Long live the sky!
written 4 May 2016
What indignation hath a mothers fury
for one who illl-uses her own
Manipulation delivered obscurely
In speech or in deed intoned
Upon such one her wrath will rain
foiling their plan of ill gotten gain
no hope for the fool who does such things
who causes a mother to see her child pained
"Livid" much too mildly expressed
for the rage wielded razor sharp
especially when it comes from the one
she once tenderly gave of her heart
One thing more I will say
take heed and mark my words...
better you disappear with all your shame
then to face her and the hatred you've earned
Ten for a dollar, not worth a dime.
Two bucks gone, such a crime.
The emptiness of their shovel and pail.
Left twenty mud pies up for sale.
Babysitter blues, six at a time.
We're left searching for clues, with no reason or a rhyme.
Pain around our neck, feeling bought and sold.
In a world that's lost tender hearts of gold.
Faded maps of where to go.
Yesterday just doesn't know.
We're left to wonder, where'd we fail.
To just end up with this mud pie sale.
About new town in case it's too obscurely written. Peace.
MASKED BALL – THE QUESTION
Maddening the music
In exotic minor key
Those ornate, blinding masks
That cherished memory
Scented the ambiance
Obscurely lit the hall
Rococo baroque and splendid
In period costume all
Which of them my goddess
My lady Persephony
All appear enchanting
Which enchantress she?
Will she our tryst remember
That October night’s repose
The special autumn’s moonlight
The wine, the red, red rose?
I’m cold to the bone
All my life I have wandered alone
Though billions intone
Those others stray from my mind…
I trust my heart
To seal the truth of what I find:
The essence that reminds me
of seeking and of finding
that love
of mine.
With one breath
Rises the fate
That two hearts long to- to align
For this life
Dreaming of faith
in love
shall I now presume
to become all that I am and pursue
The wonder ensued
The wonder she still invokes..
or wander with
All thoughts wrest into needless flight:
Obscurely swirling blindly
A chance hands clasp in binding
for warmth
From cold
I am here
Waiting for you
To reveal what you hold inside
This unknown
Channels a dream
Of life
now follow the dream
calling forth to establish a scene
the things we have seen
leaves motives unbridled... yet,
still cold reserve…
assumptions dancing through the verbs…
the cells inside enliven
coalescing an alignment
of love
for you
all my heart,
all of my love
every thing this life shall reveal
all my will
given to you
my love.
~~~~~~ ^_^ ~~~~~~~~
Pellucid crystalline water casts
Balmy aestival breath gusts, -felt
Gleaming golden daystar mirrored - rusts
Salmons plunged, grass hugged, nestled - belt.
Unfathomable river flows
Lilies dance through the undulation
Quiescence, tranquility grows
Rendezvous for such meditation.
Trees sway rhythmically - bowing
Robust cervids drink obscurely - down
Birds tweet in bliss, now they're soaring
River runs through it, Light is its CROWN.
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