I beseech the sun to
undress the stars,
to pull the velvet off the
night
and let the dark spill into
morning.
Let light be reckless, let it
wander
over rooftops, over quiet
kitchens,
over the places I hold my
breath.
Strip the sky of its secrets,
sun.
Lay bare the constellations I
named for hope,
the ones I traced with
shaking fingers
when sleep wouldn't come.
Let them be naked and
ordinary-
not myths, not wishes, not
promises.
Just points of fire,
Just truth without the ache
of distance.
And of the stars blush in the
daylight,
let it be for me.
Let them remember how I
prayed to them,
how I begged the dark to
keep them safe,
how I finally learned to ask
the sun
to set them free.
So shine.
I undress the night.
Show me what's left
when I stop looking up
and start living in the light.
What would I do, if truth and good had no prosperity? How could I live without peace? What a horrible enemy.
I’ve destroyed this world so many times that what is sewn still reaps. So I chose a different path. To do better, in me.
Can I persevere if I don’t use the words I have for energy? How can I bless you all so well your hearts remember Thee?
How can my words and thoughts bring forth a Light we have in Thee. How can you meet my Friend? Is He revealed in me?
A friend for tears of joy and abundance endowed & pressed in me.
A friend for tears of sadness, & my burdened energy.
A friend for tears of tribulations in and near of me. A friend to attend the tears of loved ones and ones that’s kin to me.
A stronger fight for holy some people care less for sympathy. A hero brings the peace, patience, hugs, and good remedy.
A hero brings the prayers & through Christ’s name it’ll be. A hero walks the life of That friend. Thee friend revealed in me.
Our presence is given to play,
in motion sans thought commotion,
cradling bliss in this form of clay,
drop dancing atop the ocean,
as moon’s pull magnetic holds sway,
our heart sips love’s magic potion.
God’s gong of Om pervades our form,
as spirit dances on our spine,
that drenched in bliss mists cool and warm,
nodes within begin to align,
at peace in the midst of this storm,
in stillness becoming divine.
Poised just before our maiden flight ~
God’s touch says it will be alright
The secret to having fun
At any age,
Is mostly found in those who have,
spent time under the sun,
Enough to fire up their imagination,
So, their creative juices can start flowing again.
Fun can be reimagined at any age,
Fun can be reinvented at any age,
So, what are you waiting for . . . !
The Revealed Secret
Why did you do it?
Why let the cat out the bag?
Were you so hurting?
Why did you raise your red flag?
Was at this time in nineteen-eighty, you were being bullied
To retaliate, you spat a truth that left us sullied
I am so sorry
I wish I'd stood up for you
Instead of being passive
Let those children get to you
They cornered you, I saw those tears, I felt that pain you carried
You lashed back out, came out your mouth, and innocence was buried
I tried not to react
Although was broken inside
I wanted to ask my Mum
Is it true, why has she lied?
Your revelation, hells vacation, death of hope and light
The words you spoke, my youth revoked, my entry to real life
I fought back my tears
“I knew that”, I pretended
Through all of these years
Your secret, hope absconded
You blurted out, “He isn't real - it's just your Mum and Dad”
No Santa Claus, no warm applause, just kids - upset and sad
The machine’s alarm sounds then fades away
as her soul slips into the unknown realm,
the timeless place of neither night or day~
life was but a transit with illusion at the helm.
Moments that were memories falling off
with the time-wrought mortal coil shed like ash
in the bold fires of perfection’s quaff,
her phoenix beauty arising like a brilliant flash.
Immortality is now her’s to own
in this new world of infinite delight,
she is blessed now to know and to be known
by eternity’s illuminating holy light.
A mother’s tears are liquid love
A new life
A son’s wife
A daughter’s charm
A broken arm
A mother’s tears are liquid love
A mother’s tears are liquid love
A truth revealed
A secret sealed
A promise kept
A covenant left
A mother’s tears are liquid love
I try to run from You
Like it’s some sort of game
But all I try to do
It ends up just the same
You see through my disguise
And all I would conceal
Laid bare before Your eyes
And by Your love revealed
Again, I try to hide
You seek me out once more
When I am all alone
You knock upon my door
My every hurt and pain
For years in my heart sealed
My every sin and stain
Now by Your love revealed
You’d think that I would learn
Somehow, I never do
You’re too good at this game
I cannot hide from You
You see all I would hide
That by Your word is healed
And all I hold inside
Is by Your Love revealed
As I place my heart back into position,
I'm starting to see the difference,
It's not so much holding back,
But in silence keeping our heart intact,
What we once chose to forget in a world where fear became to close,
Underneath all of it, the love we felt the most,
Such a time as this is what we say, while it's been there all along,
The world's ways and opinions distracting its existence, while in all reality the Loves never been gone,
God's plans are almost always never our own,
It's always a surprise,
And then when we sit all by ourselves he opens our closed eyes,
Surrendering our hearts to what matters more, uncovering the veil,
Everything that stood in the way is ultimately revealed,
Jewelry in the world
Is for beautiful and righteous
Men and women.
Crown reserves for royalty
For prince, princess, queen and king
And for beauty queen too.
Nature are for fauna and flora
That support human existential essence
For God's wonderful creations.
BIO by BRIAN STRAND
not
a reflection
or
a picture of perfection
So,what is my goal?
merely a sur-real
glance
into the looking-glass
of
my soul
with id & ego
on show
REALITY REVEALED *
dilemma
of
integrity
sensuality
conflicts
with curbed
desire
irony
in
self-effacement
ephemeral
& by chance
emotional
& dramatic
objective
an
influence
in academic notion
of the
unnoticed
omnipresent
to interpret
the unconscious
with
exhilarated
experience
where
architectonic
energies
of
indeterminate
shapes of
optical
multiplicity
enveloped
the
transparent
quickening
in the eyes
counterpoised
&
more endurable
the urge
&
the perception
of self
the desire
to
find satisfaction
in
organic beauty
a bestowal
of happiness
in
absurdities
embodying
unruly chaos
in the appearance
by accident
rather
than design
translated
into
manner
& style
always
inexpressible
an attempt
to understand
the austere
distortion
of an objective
consideration
&in particular
embodying
space
promote
a desire
&tendency
of
separation
Navel to throat, a shining rod,
signals within, presence of God,
which in staid stillness we observe,
with zest and zeal and love and verve,
a secret we willingly share,
with fellow souls who care to pair
but in truth we fail to reveal,
the way magnetism makes us feel,
because it is a becoming
or we may say, a home coming.
In Battery Point, two centuries stayed
Settlers’ cottage, compact, sandstone stoic
Paired attic windows see civility made
From grim past pioneering treachery awoke
Piston motion push n pull combustion
Cloudy tea cups cultivate cow cud, churn
Tangible treaties are carved, thrusting
Structure schools crops convened return
Stood in a line, life dictates we press
Our progenies - dominoes, foretell demise
Dots identify, dark remains nameless
Two sided story - twists a spritely surprise
Federation funds finds plenty plausible
Bundled under blankets, cash in chest reserve
Heritage heirloom has relic resourceful
Epic ends agony against environment of verve
18th April
Ate what our ancestors Sprinkled
The Chinese Pistachia
You came to us
a fragile seedling child
with so many names
that did not fit
your grace and lithefulness
each season of your growth
and vibrant orange change
I feared you’d not survive
the harshness of our home
its frost and stoney ground
but here you stand today
outside my dining room
where I can watch
the play of sun and cloud
upon your arching stems
you flex against our storms
your delicate attire
belies a stubbornness
one ruby fruit that fell to earth
and now I know your name.
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