Was John Lennon
crossing the line,
mucking about,
burning his bridges,
or bucking the palace,
a fine sign of the times
then, in 1969,
not often seen,
when returning his MBE
to The Queen?
In Twenty Fourty Six a group of men
hacked into a bible printing companies
computer
gaining access to the revisions
in the new book.
They removed copied and placed new sections of
the script.
People thought it was a joke at first
until they found it had been planned as a script for interputations
meaning the reader would find translations
and define the text reveealing
where and when to
donate and tgift properties to peoples.
It was said to have been an international event.
It was clever and geniues
in that only certain books where changed
and enough where printed
to where the Governor of Guam made a statement after
a wealthy woman donated her billions to a student on
the island.
Piercing eyes, my friend
Lifting the moonlight sky
Shines on pearl palace.
A shiny morning bathed in golden-gluey rays.
Somedays are different from everyday.
The royal couture's army, Of sun's dear palace.
Served down the feast of honour.
As I opened the mouth to greet.
The berries of my mommy's continental & savoury kitchen.
Satisfying the appetite of my elated much hungry soul.
Alongwith serenity, To my disturbed mood.
I took the boat, Destined for the shore of endless breathing.
& found myself lost, Into the lake of solitude.
The melody of contentment.
Drenched into my ear, when the swans passed by.
A merry moment to cherish & laugh.
Even the hours of daylight, Felt like a blink of seconds to my ardent eyes & carefree heart.
Roaming like a reckless, dancing paper doll.
A royal chic, Fully fledged with tantrums, that night. Cause,
I was wild.
I was free.
I was home
- Mauli Verma
I have seen the destitute in their health and company,
More joyful than a lonely king languishing on his throne:
On his deathbed, you see him defeatedly lay,
With not a single reason to stay.
His cure wasn’t served in a golden chalice,
And his gloomy prison was his mighty palace.
Nor were the beasts of fate taken by his knight,
Thus was weakened by the attack of night.
He assumed he could buy respect and love,
But his erroneous thought was not from above.
Perishing like darkness by the break of dawn,
Folly stole his youth; he's a dying fawn.
But despite all ills, he remains there still,
On bed, waiting for destiny's ride downhill.
The palace door swings wide open with delight
In the yearly cyclic calendar, behold the sight,
A new move of the Spirit, awakening this hour,
Where whispers of hope blossom with every prayer.
From depths unseen, a springing well begins,
The waters are being stirred by angelic hosts,
Heaven dances in the streets, the story unfold,
Healing pouring forth, as a pipeline to the world.
Boundaries extend, as staircases into the sky,
Health and wealth in your land, never to deny,
Miracles cascade, like stars in the night,
A symphony of wonders, to dazzle your sight.
The future whispers secrets, the Spirit reveals,
Listen carefully, as it gently appeals,
A kingly anointing bestowed upon your frame,
From ordinary to embrace extraordinary name.
In your mother’s womb, you were fearfully formed,
A born hero, you were lovingly transformed,
A rain maker, gracious to make hearts dance,
A bearer of good fortune, of divine circumstance.
Mighty in spirit, a troop you hold within,
For you are chosen, beloved, forgiven,
Unlock the treasures of this new season,
Embrace the calling, fulfill your reason.
In my sweet delta,
My pleasure palace,
With doors opening,
Into my garden,
Where bright blooms blossom,
I sit weaving dreams.
There is only one official palace on USA soil
Iolani Palace in Honolulu, Hawaii, where slaves didst toil
Former home of King Kalakauna a well-thought of king
and his sister Queen Lil’uokalani who knew how to sing
three American architects rebuilt it – Baker Wall and Moore.
Known as American Florentine style, unique to her core.
no other palace in the world like this has ever been seen.
Many stories about this palace mention the former Queen
If you have ever heard the official tune of Hawaii, the one we hum
Please note that Queen Lil’uokalani wrote it, she was lots of fun.
the tune we recognize which the natives play their ukuleles and dance.
If you visit the palace, you might see queen’s ghost wandering in a trance.
There is a place where we end up
The holy scriptures tell us such
Somewhere beyond the stars it seems
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
When heaven’s pearly gates arise
It’s come the time to fly o’er skies
To bide in splendour so serene
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
Most of us will have had a peek
Inside paradise in our sleep
It’s man’s desiring in extreme
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
Dance life with Christ, dance in His light
Act kindly always, never smite
One day you will become esteemed
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
Though Heaven’s many miles away
God hears every prayer we pray
Grace embraces those who redeem
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
It shouldn't feel a trap - this golden cage.
These bindings aren't some dark means of control.
'Tis a palace on ambiguous stage.
'Tis a shrine to honor your fiery soul.
Do you think I could fear a well-locked room,
as long as I held you within its walls?
How could I see stillness as ugly doom,
when I rest with you inside silent halls?
Edifice of truth rose fast since we met,
and I still have the key to escape it.
This time when I built, there was no regret.
But look close - it's not I who can claim it.
How could I see rings as prisoner's chains?
They are signs of truth that love never wanes.
19 April 2023
How the great art fallen! O man,
O noble creation!
O'erpretty, refined, in the dance, dining
For each divine lit self.
Or is it I'm just hemmed in by
An age's fanciful
If never to be improved upon
Projection of itself?
Hunger in the soup line
We eat each other alive
Cumbersome human buffet.
This whole place is a palace.
A palace for criminals like me.
The straps were undone.
And so was some dream that made me embarrassed.
All I am is altered.
All I have is one crisis to the next.
I am only here to be corrupted.
I would rather face the blackouts.
I would rather remember less each day until I am like a child.
Because what I can’t remember can’t scare me.
But a parent’s anger can.
I guess this is what it’s like to be estranged.
All I have are people cheering me on from afar.
As if their indistinct voices are coming from nowhere.
All I am is this bracelet.
That tells me my name so I don’t forget.
Everything and everyone that wants to hurt me.
Only exists in the void beyond these walls.
The Canine Palace in downtown Fort Meyers
is where every chic, rich dog retires
The most posh place around
for worn pug or old hound
Ten grand a week is all it requires
6/8/22
It's cold at night in
the winter palace
In fact,it's cold in the day
With the chill of regret,and the frost of the heart
that's froze disappointment in place
Where once I basked in illusory light
I find myself chilled to the bone
So true,there's nothing that's lonlier
than being ,with someone,
Alone
What to do?What to do?,with this
Gulag that has become my life
Imprisoned in ice,
Entombed with despair,
In a tower of unending strife
Why?,would I opt to remain here?
Why?,would I choose to reside?
In a self imposed cell of my
My making
In this miserable cold here reside
This edifice of
Foolish choices
Atonement,will it
Ever arrive?
To once more know
Life is worth living,
To be warmly,completely alive.
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