Past all points Pacific
Past the Prime Meridian
Past all points specific
Into the vast obsidian
Past all points of hindsight
Past the depth of baited breath
Past all points of twilight
Into the realm of waiting death
neither the observer nor the observed
but that which knows both as recognition
unchanging consciousness poised in the void
is the very source of bliss ignition
in this sanctum let us release tension
that stillness attained forever remains
as the light of Self where there are no chains
Bald eagles soared to climax
winds following suit
reaching Mother Moon’s orbit
pink-blue wings swirling in space
feathers reach essences dissolving
Love innocent endures —
Breastbones transmuted at
point of no return
we sailed into Void, fluid
zéro apogee in vastness
stoic points absent to
pierce poinsettia
throbbing Hearts
bleed red —
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Silver Winner Poem
Allpoetry: Sept 26
Form : Brevity
Prompt : apogee
We’ve reached a point
Where simple words now trigger reactions
Completely devoid of meaning.
I won’t share some of those words now
Because they might trigger you
Or for sure the censor bots
Who patrol the web.
But we can all imagine a few,
Words and symbols which once had use
Rich in context and meaning
But then were perverted
In the name of some now canceled cause.
Of course there are many more causes
Waiting to be cancelled
So soon all descriptive terms and symbols
Will no longer exist to trigger the easily disturbed.
When that day comes
We will be reduced to composing in code
Numbers in combinations of aughts and ones
But then again,
That primary binary basis of reality
Will no doubt trigger us too.
And then we will be left
In silent pantomime of our truths
Reality reduced at last
To the charade it has become.
(9/2/26)
There he was, lined up right in my sights
Nothing in my way, either left or right
Me, a Mexican Tarantula at the point of attack
My target, Donald Trump, who’d make a juicy snack
My mission approved by President Sheinbaum, no less
For me to destroy this irrational pest
Could I bring myself to gobble him down?
~ Find me buried on the White House lawn
At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
Scutiniseing my best endeaavour
But still l'd cease the opertunity
Not knowing as to wheather
I would then find my destiny
But now that we're togeather
Of course their is you and me
Just like birds of a feather
But now you, l and Zachary
That is always and forever
Joined now in unity
As always togeather
Two point three
Old idea came from poem you and me
From 2015....
'All you need is love'
or so they said (sang) in song
as love conquers all
now don't get me wrong
it may change your outlook
perspective or point of view
for better or worse
as distance lends enchantment
a blessing or curse
yet we hold this self-evidence to be true
and yea verily music be the food of love
according to your taste
but take heed do not fall in love
for it will stick to thy face
With apologies to; Lennon & McCartney and William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
how far will you go
what more will you do to
cause my heart to break
preserved from the past
michigan's oldest lighthouse
at whitefish point road
tourist friendly
small beach washing in lakes stones
emotional character
beacon of all ships
keeper of past tragedies
she stands proud and tall
Don’t get jealous; Be awesome.
Be awesome, stay awesome.
(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
The essential point
Is that the Natural Great Perfection
Of complete and perfect enlightenment is uncreated,
Not dependent on causes and condition
Thus not subject to change and degeneration.
Uncreated it simply is
Simply waiting to be discovered
Our true nature
Changeless, primordially pure, untainted
And complete.
Maybe this just doesn’t compute
Flying over your head
Like a satellite at midday,
Or better yet, Sun on its usual course
Across the great arc of space.
Doing what it always does
Unstoppable, indispensable
Immutable and ineffable
So easily taken for granted
Yet so easily appreciated with every cell of Life.
(5/19/26)
Cyst of the City
[Verse 1]
I walk these streets where shadows fight, Graffiti tales scream in the night.
Each mark a whisper, a story untold, Cyst of the city, bold and cold.
Paint on the wall, life’s canvas in grime, Every stroke’s an echo, transcending time.
[Chorus]
Cyst of the city, we rise and we fall, each story painted, reflects us all.
Together we thrive, two worlds in a dance, In the urban jungle, we take our chance.
[Verse 2]
The hustle’s alive, in the hearts of the youth, Chasing dreams wrapped in raw, hard truth.
These corners remember, the fire, the pain, A cycle of struggling pouring like rain.
From the pavement’s grit to the sky so wide, Every artist’s heart, their soul as their guide.
[Chorus]
Cyst of the city, we rise and we fall, each story painted, reflects us all.
Together we thrive, two worlds in a dance, In the urban jungle, we take our chance.
[Outro]
So let the world hear, our voices ignite, Cyst in the canvas, we shine through the night.
Intro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like....
Verse 1
A boy said I’m too independent
and he’s unsure what he can give
I replied -if you’re asking this question
it simply means you’re missing the gift
A boy said that I’m too abnormal
that something must be wrong with me
because I’m alone
I replied - yes, I’m picky, not broken
but if you think so, you’re missing the point
Pre-Chorus
You’re missing the point
You’re missing the point
Chorus
Do I need to say it out loud?
I do not need the boys around
Verse 2
A boy said that I’m too complicated
’cause I’m asking the questions he doesn’t want
I replied: yes, I do, ’cause we’re strangers,
if you turn away, you’re missing the front
Pre-Chorus 2
You’re missing the front
You’re missing the front
outro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like you, boy
Newer, ever-more powerful telescopes
Crystal-clear, precise pixel images
Outer space as never envisioned before
~ And the aliens among us for decades already
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