Capsuled in form, entombed in space,
caught in the swirl of sensations,
lost in dreams of mind’s creations,
we have yet to see our true face.
Remorseless is the flow of time,
with past erased, future unknown,
so in truth there’s nothing we own,
yet our soul seeks new peaks to climb.
To fix this jinx, we pause the cause,
of the movement of fickle thought,
in vibrance of silence self-taught,
blossoming as heart lotus thaws.
Intent stirs and the path appears ~
Bliss mists rise, banishing erst fears
Hurl the applecart
of crimson corruption
deep into a vortex
that whirs remorseless
and grinds to carbon
the bellowing chaos
spewed by mortals
voracious for victims.
Dread not the tremors
and tumult of wraiths
clamoring with poison fangs
to devour the light.
The guilty eye flees
The remorseless never envies
The lying eye dawns truth's disguise
And blinks thrice before knowing eyes
The truth evades the seeking eyes
Ever searching the lofty skies
The lost eyes despise earthly laws
Rattling heaven's gates for a cause
Feel within the warm glowing light
That brace us 'gainst the swarming night
Where our gathered daemons lure us to fight
With meaningless notions of wrong and right
A rivers never chooses who shall drink
Honesty never takes time to think
In the moment, be one withal
Ready to catch us when we fall
Lay blame aside
And scornful pride
Even the pangs of the worthy life
For who decides what's worthy or strife?
To simply live
A humble life
Empty yet full
Dull yet wonderful
It's to be expected
this time of year, mid Winter,
a merciless wind straight
off the bay blowing
leaves left over from Autumn,
lifting them like dead prey
flicked up by the claws
of a cat reliving the kill
in its remorseless play.
Remorseless time will take all of you
changing all that was.
For better or worse,
that change will always be
alien to your originality.
Unto us a child is born daily.
The flower has died a thousand times,
yet it will bloom in the darkness
as light.
Time has always been ramosely
compassionate,
endlessly changing a false coin
to resurrected gold.
Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail,
thirst unquenched,
stimulus sensuous,
perpetual.
Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness avid,
imbibed.
Stifling shadow
anguished onyx cloud
creeps remorseless,
dissension darkness drips
opaque desolateness
on listless landscape,
mangled in
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within
hope vortex,
umbrage pervades,
unushered.
Silver spectrum
of lines transient
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism,
sculpted.
Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky
in conceived smile,
beholder,
the painter.
in ambedo trance
we wished
the sun of joy would never set
but it did
since the matrix
is designed to bind us with mind
remorseless
and unapologetic
as we decay … is the flow of time
as long as we dream
which in truth is up to us
at any moment, silence sets us free
there is a catch
of course there always is
sans thought, our ego, our identity dies
do we dare
to meld with the inky black void
if we do, then tip toe into heart unshod
embrace silence
where bliss magnetism beckons
our formless awareness to merge with God
this is not love
burning my soul to ashes...
this cannot be love
that made my heart scream
until its love fell off at the edge of life
i have waited for a full day
to tell on you to mama
to tell to tell to tell
of how you slipped
into me
whilst i was asleep
creating fear in my heart
with your fierce look at me
ordering me to shhh shhhh shhh shut up
my body carries
a violent memory
of you forcing entry into me
of you soaking my fragile skin
with your stinking sweat
and i know this’ and i know this
that when you imprisoned me in this painful memory
you also imprisoned yourself in guilt –
unless you are a psychopath, remorseless –
Relentless, empowering, with so many mountains to climb
Remorseless destruction, given on those, who idle around
Youthful years spent wasted on anger never worth its time
Pursued by an evilness, until we're all driven underground
Creating their own communities, living within another hell
In lawless societies that exist with neither a God, or belief
Each held within its own prison with no one to hear, or tell
Each with a rage; if left un-checked, on others will release
So
What lies beneath that our own God, has been suppressing
When we rear up, un-leasing, un-surmountable aggression
Under a disguise to show us we are just in fact progressing
This being a part of God’s plan, made at His own discretion
When; only faith will keep us together wherever we may be
Where the divides of good and evil out play their own parts
Could we ever see a newer life where just once we are free
No, not ‘till we are rid of this evil, that lies within our hearts
Relentless, empowering, with so many mountains to climb
Remorseless destruction, given on those who idled around
Youthful years spent wasted on anger never worth its time
Pursued until driven under this cold, listless barren ground
He had a mission given to him, before his own birth breath
Centuries before him, a devil’s power on his enemies to ail
Bring them all down, then left to wallow in their own death
Just to sight him was enough to render those demons pale
He was going beyond any hell known that all feared but he
Wiping this world, of those who would afflict beyond belief
To make all a better place only for the likes of you, and me
Not to be burdened with their woeful cries, thus their grief
Where God’s beyond, will feed upon, their perishable souls
With all their knowledge on a platter digested, as achieved
So, peace upon this world can reign once more, we control
So evil will no longer exist as we have all always perceived
How cold are the eyes of death
Pale orbs in the dark of night
Hidden there with bated breath
Forever to rob our sight
No bias or emotion
Without concern for our fates
No hatred or devotion
So remorseless he awaits
With no heart or soul inside
Even Kings and Queens have fallen
There's nowhere to run or hide
When the eyes of death comes callin'
Always control your temper,
don't explode in fits of anger;
not all appreciate kindness.
There are a few good people
and there are lots of bad ones
with different moods and tones:
there are those who worry less,
all they do is fair and noble!
As cruelly as people react,
don't take on their madness;
the more irrational they act:
the greater is their foolishness!
It's not the age of saints,
too widespread is insanity;
don't expect true honesty:
sinners outnumber angels!
As cruelly as people react,
stop them cold in their tract;
let your gathered wisdom reveal:
that being wise is an arm of steel!
There's a tendency in some of us
to fall prey to the remorseless liars:
not understanding what's truly right,
not being aware of wrong conduct!
As cruelly as people react,
it can have a drastic impact;
judge them with a godly insight:
they will see your shiny light!
When compassion is not felt,
when evil replaces goodness
we honor darkness, not light;
so distant is forgiveness,
so pathetic is humanness!
Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail,
thirst unquenched,
stimulus perpetual.
Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness imbibed.
Stifling shadow
of ebony anguish cloud
creeps remorseless,
dissension darkness drips
opaque desolateness
on listless landscape,
mangled in
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within
hope vortex,
umbrage unushered.
Silver spectrum
of lines transient
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism.
Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky
in conceived smile.
…beholder, the painter.
TRY FAIL BETTER
doubtless
fragile
in
quiet originality
of
sublimated energy
so redolent
eternal
anguish
elegant
surreal
agonising
challenges
of abstract
concepts
conviction
ineffable
interest
remorseless
the
impossible
complicated
self-absorbing
exploring
the
unshakeable
bonds
of
fascination
enlivened
by
sightings
so much
larger
than life
prodigious
in
appearance
disarmingly
palpable
in
ironic
intimacy
blues and greens, gently trickle out of the day
night's henchmen, shadows gather on corners
demise looms in leaking squalor, exsanguinate
remorseless swelling of silhouettes, cardboard
cutout scenery until freedom dawns... revival
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