mid song ~
yet almost lost to longing
methods of the mundane
soothe no more
distance holds my gaze
in ways that purge time
but not infatuation
the intricacy of binding spells compels
steals me back
to last gasps
of ecstasy
shimmers of tears clash
with murmurs still embedded in stone
lapping waters draw me under
until it is I that is too weak of will
within your embrace
I should expire
entranced completely by desire
no lapsing thoughts
nor dread in swathes
a mystery scaled
in a myriad of ways
woken up and ushered in
retrieved from perpetuality of sin
by moving earth
and crashing wave
transfixed eternal
by all the ways you save
Quote -- "life is a perpetual yesterday for us"--Alice Sebold
On nature's trail, a winter's sunlit stroll,
Leafless sentinels, tall trees stand with grace,
Aging growth an emblem of timeless scroll,
Or nature's mind, a neural network's trace?
Little birds dance upon the branches high,
Where were they in the rain of yesterday?
Blue sky above, sun's warm and cozy sigh,
The Clouds and leaves, where did they fade away?
Synced with the nature, my brain's network vast,
Life, a puzzle, memories intertwined,
A mystery to solve, the clues amassed,
In the neural network, answers we find.
Youth's fleeting gaze, where did it disappear?
Time, relentless, no pause, no restful mile,
Lovers came up, departed swift and clear,
In perpetuity, this network's guile.
And the generalists knew one better
preaching to the converted
They have risen above their parapet
Industrious said the observer
as the moon made a foray
anywhere else
Have you seen the sun rise
Repeating in its perpetuality
Then blow the burgles
for news to come back in my time,
eavesdropping like elf's ears
as the specialists made their first foray
under dawns reign
When will things get back to normality, many a folk do ask?
We are weary of wearing these unpleasant Covid-19 masks!
In actual reality, getting back to normal is an oxymoronic claim.
Perpetuality is our normality, the continuous state of change.
Normal is a subjective place with its many shades of grays.
A tangled web is normal to the spider but chaos as it preys.
Normal is an illusion delusion or a setting on the coffee pot.
What appears normal at a distance, viewed up close, is not!
Normal is a creation of the mind, never was ordained by God.
Is it God’s will for us to return to normal’s phony, fake façade?
Normal is a world so boring, cloaked in a dimly-glazed hue.
“In Christ, old things pass away; all things are made new!”
Normal isn’t really normal; it’s just something you’re used to.
If it looks like we’re getting back to normal, it’s only deja vu.
Strife in America is the new normal, scornful of others’ ideas.
Normal as we know it is not coming back, but Jesus Christ is:)~
Cradle me in soft linens so that I can vanish
from all the subtle worry I fear with such ease-
I knew not your dread when we married, o no…
I did not, my sweet, so I shall bestow merriment.
You were so thirsty; so, I quenched with every desire
I could ever carry in my longing and ardent ways-
Jovial and spirited in riches of the heart are we.
Ravished and relished in an artisan nirvana, hoping for all
God’s seeds be sewn with true conviction, faith and perpetuality.
And you are my well-being…..my renown ebullient warmth.
January 14, 2019
Oh, liquid moon
You drip the essence of romance
Beauty,
light,
nighttime passion
You are the embodiment of love’s circumference
Where one shows love, one receives love
Your light shines as my beacon
The true source of power, strength and heart
Light yourself now for others
Letting them take in all that is you
A symbol of eternity, perpetuality
And the dripping romance
The edge of the world reflected
in a negative edge pool spilling
into vacancy
Is life really a circle, cycle repeating
repeating
in its effort to get it right
this time?
To alter the ultimate and fixed
result of our choices? First unable to
modify those choices?
Around and around and around
Surely the planets do not participate in
this conspiracy
I can’t get off.
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