Piercing Poems

My Beautimous Man

Dedicated to My Timothy Lee
I love you and it has been said, 'love is blind.'


My beautimous man is my favorite visual treat.
Times staring at him are times I often repeat.

His blond tendrils hang down, outside his do-rag,
and are curls my fingers just have to twirl and grab.

Fierce, piercing blue eyes allow his gaze to melt

Piercing the veil

We 
notice 
space flicker,
signalling that
we can penetrate
the veil of emptiness,
by softening attention,
in a stillness continuum,
animated by our pure intent,
to awaken within this lucid dream.

Gently laying to rest, labours of mind,
by shifting from thinking to feeling,
poised in awareness unblinking,
putting on pause flow of time,
without employing force,
we get to the source,
amazed to see
no less than 
face of
God.

Piercing the veil

Sans thought who are we
as identity,
whence free from fear chains 
no ego remains?

That which never was
dies in the thought pause,
wherein soul’s reborn,
ushering truth’s dawn.

What’s there to be said
when bliss beats are bred?
Pheromones mingle
and our eye’s single.

The Night is Not My Own

The night is not my own 
Reality is not here, it's not there. Is it real?
The wind sounds like waves 
Is it some distant waves crossing on the shore
Or is it just the trees whisper ways back and forth?

Slow down mind
Slow down mind
Slow down mind

Piercing thoughts, race like the horse with no end in sight
Do

My soul, a wandering ship on piercing emerald seas

My soul, a wandering ship on piercing emerald seas,
floats aimlessly,
As the healing minutes trickle like sand from a broken hourglass,
and I thirst for one last moment of respite.
I am a prisoner between the dewdrops of twilight,
bound with invisible chains to the grave of withered flowers,
Dragging frozen memories through the frozen hours,
like silent ghosts.
Pale stars melt

Piercing the veil

Following heart, we sing our song,
recontouring vastness of space,
whose refrain is the cosmic gong,
showering boons bestowed by grace.

The veil of space slowly thins out,
unable to handle bliss heat,
revealing God’s light from beyond,
that removes from our mind all doubt,
as polarities meet and greet,
forging with love, a lifelong bond.

Such secrets hidden in plain sight
are revealed on soul’s

Piercing the veil of space

Ebb and flow of tides in fabric of space,
first appear as light flickers from beyond
but in time the blink rate slows down its pace,
as presence forges with the void a bond.

Spherical sight enables cognition
of light of Self shimmering in the sky
and embodying it is our mission,
in time dissolved silence, before we die.

We see entire space,

Piercing the veil

Living light crystallised,
enjoys the immersion
in the world of contrast,
although deep down it knows,
illusions will not last.

Living light crystallised, 
in bondage to ego,
hemmed in by body-mind,
obtains freedom upon
being joyful and kind.

Living light crystallised,
is here to grow in love,
transformed by a bliss burn,
seeing God in all forms,
as soul’s eye does discern.

Piercing the veil

veil of space
though subtle
falls away

the shimmer
may be seen
when we’re still

what’s real
what’s valid
we know not

Piercing the veil

as silence layers silence
in time dissolved staid stillness
we sense ripples in the void
wherein our soul is centred
simply present in agendaless vibrance
attentive and receptive
not only to the words but meanings assigned
by murmurs of heart translated by the mind
a symbolic representation of light
as it is imbibed and assimilated
osmotically by our formless presence
as a soundless reverberation sublime
whose refrains

Cries Piercing the Night’s Silence

In the shadowed field, the night breaks
into a cacophony of cries, sharp and piercing.
A pack of coyotes, voices tangled in hunger and triumph,
sings a chilling lullaby in the darkness.

Their song, a harbinger of life meeting its end,
echoes through our open bedroom window,
a reminder of the wildness that prowls
just beyond the reach of our porch light.

Somewhere,

Piercing Reality Fires This

There is a higher being 
one that chooses to speak the truth through us 
To not believe is a grave disobedience parallel to disobeying the word  
in the new covenant the circle is complete 
You must take this wound and cover it for what it's worth 
as part of the whole body inflicted and

Piercing Peace With Lies

Lies tempt souls to hate and fight peace
Lies corrupt and tensions increase
Lies strike at the heart
To rip lives apart
Tearing at sane minds, piece by piece

Piercing My Spine

With Blades
I have drawn 
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls 
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead feelings have no life
Each blade cuts the dead life away
Like dried skin tattooed with history.
I have drawn sharp blades
in sleepless nights.
They are cast in the infernos 
of my Tortured mind.
Furnaces

Piercing Pain

Gently caressing the air with long branches
Giving hope to the hand of the Creator
Gliding gently past dreadful avalanches

Emerald pine, white birch and trees much greater
Enlighten hearts who long for the earth’s insights
Encouraging leaves who fall a bit later

Sunshine dawns to touch the earth with tender lights
Sinking into the rich, dark earth filled with shame
Singing to

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