LOVE has dug deep
Deep sea diving into depth
Finding all sorts of rubbish
Places where knowledge is inept
After many eons, here we are
At the door of the gap
On a throne of lapis lazuli
Is a WORM covered in jasmine sap
Who opened that door
The program was safe and secure
Ah yes that kind of creature
Has always been, a fisherman's lure
Entering in at the open mouth
And replicating self until TRUTH is smothered
Possessing trusting windows and and doors
Until the full board is locked down and mothered
You can't be irritated about the worm
When desire brought the mind to wander
Instead of counting blessings and running the race
The illusion brought the heart to a fonder
...gaze at the stars
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-28-2026
A crescent moon dangles in the distance,
whilst meteors jet across Prussian blue heavens,
leaving trails of grey ash in their wake.
An abnormal, elongated silence creeps through threadbare trees,
as an imperceptible breeze skims past my hair,
causing, for just a second, déjà vu—
a flutter between my muffled heart and a crushing ribcage
jolts me back.
Never-ending, frayed nerves keep me on edge;
the taste of insufferable copper taints my tongue.
Spitting it out—only for it to return,
haunting me like your last words,
replicating, repeating nightmares,
eating into my wailing brain.
That night: the broken glass,
shattered mirrors, overturned tables,
blood-sheathed floors—
became our point of no return.
Feet up where fat toes recline
defying gravity,
it's not 'happy hour' nor sad time,
it's just time.
The world has been over-thinking
again,
forgetting its fictional place
in the self-replicating
mind-maze.
There is no escape,
I'm just relaxing between
the tracks.
This laced numbness will quickly pass,
yet ice cubes do break through
all the dream chasing
for a while.
I'm not checked out,
not checked in,
just drinking.
as magnetic pulsations renew
ineffable bliss pervades our form
heart delights in the play underway
with presence remain poised in stillness
each bliss hue is new like oceanic waves
dancing to a rhythm manifested by God
replicating on earth as it is in heaven
as the living light of eternal Self
Sometimes I pretend I’m Death's groom
I find my father’s sperm still inside
I find it nestled in my mother’s egg
I find the original template
I find dead things like DNA replicating
Sometimes I feel dead inside
I become fallen leaves in November
Their double-helix uncoupling
I become my bamboo chair sunbathing
I even become the lifeless moon
Death be patient, stay the desire
Trees need leaves alive or dead
Dead DNA bears many children
Wait, loved ones need me alive
What’s one more day of suffering?
Death are you more alive than dead?
Perhaps molecules have feelings
Perhaps a chair waits patiently
Perhaps trees mourn each fallen leaf
Death, you claim the universe
When Death knocks disguised
May I have the strength
Pour tea instead of spirits
Offer snacks instead of a smoke
I see through all your masks
Death don’t covet me
I’ll play possum with you
You’ll be a cancer in my genes
I don’t know how to be among the living
I close my eyes and tune out
I pretend I am your groom
Betrothed since I was a sperm and egg
The moon and leaves line the aisles
The chapel of bones and nails wait
And I leave you at the altar
confusion prevails
as to the location
as also significance
of the spiritual heart
tradition has it the heart is
located at the right
left side, organ physical
mirroring seat of soul ethereal
the view this pilgrim holds
is that the heart is toroidal
replicating living light of Self
both transcendent and immanent
My love awakens me
with playful purrs,
with kitty licks
and padded paws --
we are never far
from our primitives,
to know the world by
touch, and God through
tactile mystery, replicating
senses till soaring --
Oh, one can philosophize
and theologize!
or one can cling to the
moment~ lips diving,
arms like vulture wings
enfolding, love’s cooing
triggering a salivating, primal
response – Coffee can wait!
Turn around
see the 360 degree view,
and you
in the middle --- the center
of it all.
What’s happening?
Mind is replicating
and adjusting.
Notice how it has to constantly
patch-up the improbable
in order to make
this world hard-wired
and sensible?
Again, what’s happening?
Short answer – nothing is happening.
Problem -
when you try to understand
what that reflecting mirror of the mind
is showing you
you have temporarily lose your place
in the universe of Now.
And this is yet one more thing
not to think about.
engulf all green leaves
shades of orange and dark red…
grand bright flower balls
range from the distance
replicating summer sun…
big bees’ lollipops
With absolute willingness, my thoughts have been rewired
By turning into each other, I found everything in you that I've required
The voice you possess so incredibly unique in this earthly choir
I'm more than just curious about all the other feelings you will inspire
Never again will you be alone, floating on this blue orb in a black sea like an island
Like a crow seeing something glimmering, your happiness, my only command
Wasn't lost, but I certainly found myself in your blue eyes
Supine, staring at white moons, replicating cool and cloudless February Skies
GLEANINGS
revealed
secrets
of
restoration
of
a
masterpiece
in
layered
innovative
to
create
conclusions
& pose
questions
the
intensive
effect
perfectly
plausible
by
the
outcomes
offered
insight
into
the potential
structured
slightly
different
replicating
the
purpose
to figure out
what
is going on
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
My little one of soothing smiles
Speechless gazes in random gestures
You're Darien, a gift as rain during drought
Love twined birthing a divine expression
Your innocently faultless laughter is succour to my heart
You're love expressed in perfection
I could never have dreamt or desired better
On your first count on mortal's abode, I'm joyful that;
You're divine love made from my loins
God's careful artistic design given to me as a son.
Words do below fairness in replicating my joy
As all I sense is an abundance of sweet feelings lacing my breathe
I love you till the endless end of forever Jason.
Happy birthday my darling baby boy.
Any soulful song
of slow grown Earth
must incarnate roundly replicating
softly supplicating
deftly duplicating
flawlessly fornicating
religiously regenerating
Wealthy win/win climatic waves
of healthy EarthTribe
FatherSun/EarthMother
mountain/valley
pole/hole
convex/concave
Well sung and wellness danced
enlightening/empowering
political/ecological raves.
Soulfully singing
left/right bicameral winging
slow dancing scribes
recircling EarthTribe sacred praise.
The turning wheel of time
rotates the rhapsodic kaleidoscope,
and the patterns perform persistently
on the life’s mélange of motif.
The chameleon colors transform
the visage of mind’s topography
into ashes of burnt barrenness,
or to the verdance of emerald vale.
The diffused dreams on the drift,
float on the cascade of sight,
meandering on the mesmeric tapestry,
weaved with strands of ebullience,
replicating the wings of butterflies,
flittering on the ripples of spring air,
and before they all fly away,
form for me a fountain of fulfillment.
On my tortuous lonesome travel
across the greening wasteland in rains,
or along the glittering garden path,
lined with spring saplings bursting with colors,
the shutter of my mind opens,
the receptive film of sensuality
captures in the kaleidoscopic collage,
the sublime snapshots of beauty.
March 24, 2021
For A Brian Strand Libre Vers Contest
You are a burning form who engulfed me
My globe! replicating the inner hunch
I concede in YOU.. turn me immortal
Never shall our unconstrained love perish
Never shall our unconstrained love perish
I concede in YOU ..turn me immortal
My globe! replicating the inner hunch
You are a burning form who engulfed me
Aug 11, 2020
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